There was endless coldness in his eyes, as if he was about to burst out and kill in the next moment.

The pig killing knife was shocked by this terrifying look, and he didn't dare to hide it at all, and explained everything that happened before.

"Damn butcher, what a good girl Changhuan is, how can you do it?" Uncle Ah Xiang scolded and stepped forward to pounce on the pig killing knife.

After Mo Hansheng listened to the words of the pig killing knife, his expression did not change, and he said coldly: "Take me there." ”

The pig-killing knife trembled and stretched out his hand and pointed in one direction.

Mo Hansheng immediately carried him out of the door.

Uncle Ah Xiang hurriedly chased after him, and shouted urgently: "Wait, I'll go with you." ”

But as soon as he walked to the door, he saw Mo Hansheng's fat body carrying a pig-killing knife like a chicken, and disappeared far into the night.

Uncle Ah Xiang was stunned: "Where did this ruthless person come from, so violent?" ”

The pig-killing knife was carried out of the village by Mo Hansheng, and he suddenly saw a high earthen wall blocking the way in front of him.

Looking at Mo Hansheng's posture, he actually hit the wall directly, he even shouted, thinking that the man in white was dizzy, and he couldn't even see such a high wall.

Mo Hansheng jumped and stepped over the earthen wall half a foot higher than himself with the pig-killing knife.

The shouting of the pig-killing knife stopped abruptly, and the words that could not be uttered were stuck in the throat.

The wind was fast, and Mo Hansheng's running figure was even faster, and it didn't take long for him to come to the cliff where Chang Huan was forced to jump before.

The night was dark, the more eerie and terrifying the abyss, and the pig-killing knife looked at the bottomless bottom, and his legs and feet couldn't help but weaken.

At the same time, he quietly glanced at Mo Hansheng, and said in his heart: This time, you can't skip over, right?

As soon as the thought in his heart rose, he felt that his bulky body suddenly lightened and rose three feet upward.

Before he could react, he began to fall straight down again.

Mo Hansheng didn't say a word, and directly threw him off the cliff.

Oops, this man is going to kill me to avenge Chang Huan!

I'm dying!

As the pig-killing knife fell, it shouted in horror, and tears flowed out of its eyes.

In the midst of the shouting, the wind swept by, and a figure appeared next to the pig-killing knife.

He only felt the momentum of the fall slow, and his feet fell to the ground.

He opened his eyes, only to see that Mo Hansheng had come to him at some point, and what he stepped on was a flying sword that was more than a foot long.

Could this man in white be a fairy?

Who have you offended?

The pig killer regretted it for a while, he knew that Chang Huan had such a backer, and he would never die to find her trouble, why couldn't he control the legs below!

He was so frightened that he couldn't help but glance down, and suddenly he panicked, and his body was about to fall from the flying sword.

He hurriedly rushed over and reached out to hug Mo Hansheng's leg.

Mo Hansheng turned around and glanced at him coldly.

The pig killing knife felt a chill in his heart, shivered, and hurriedly let go of his hand.

But he was afraid of falling again, so he had to kneel on the sword with both knees, reach out and grab the sword, and dare not let go even if the blade of the sword cut his palm.

Mo Hansheng stepped on his feet and accelerated and flew downward.

This abyss looks bottomless, but it is actually not very deep, and Mo Hansheng came to the bottom after controlling the flying sword for a while.

The lower part was very wide, and there were dense woods and all kinds of rocks, Mo Hansheng's eyes swept around, and he couldn't see any figure at all.

He has not yet condensed his spiritual sense, and can only look for the traces of Changhuan with his naked eyes.

He shuttled through the woods and rocks, searching the neighborhood but could not find Changhuan.

Mo Hansheng frowned slightly, it stands to reason that if Chang Huan really fell from above, he should be around here, but why couldn't he even find her body?

Even if the corpse is eaten or taken away by wild beasts, it is impossible not to leave no trace at all.

Unless......

Mo Hansheng turned his head to look at the pig-killing knife, and a slender golden needle appeared out of thin air in his hand.

The pig killing knife didn't understand what he wanted, but he saw that Mo Hansheng had already waved his hand and stabbed the golden needle into his chest.

The Pig Killing Knife was frightened, but he didn't dare to move at all, and he could even feel a faint stinging pain coming from his heart.

Mo Hansheng's face was expressionless, and he said coldly: "Did she really fall from above?" ”

"She really fell from above, I swear I really didn't lie to you, fairy lord." The pig killing knife looked panicked and did not dare to deceive in any way.

Although the other party's expression was very calm, he could feel that as long as he had a false word, the golden needle would pierce his heart mercilessly.

Mo Hansheng took back the golden needle, his brows were still furrowed, and the expression of the pig killing knife didn't seem to be lying, why did Chang Huan disappear for no reason?

He was thinking to himself, but he heard a faint sound of running water, and following the sound, there was a stream less than a foot wide hidden among the rocks.

The location of the stream was extremely secluded, and it was very dark at the moment, and although he had noticed it slightly, he had not thought about it.

Now it seems that Changhuan most likely fell into a stream.

So, where is she now......

Mo Hansheng's heart moved, and he stepped on the flying sword again, looking for it all the way down this trickle.

The flowing water is silent, as silent as this night.

Mo Hansheng looked carefully on the surface of the water, not letting go of a trace of abnormality.

But this move does not necessarily lead to the discovery of Changhuan, it has been a long time since she fell, and Mo Hansheng does not know how many years she has been drifting.

If she had sunk to the bottom, the chances of finding her would have been even lower.

But Mo Hansheng didn't give up, because Chang Huan was very important, and he had to find her.

Undeterred, he flew along the current all night.

After too long, the pig-killing knife on the flying sword was in a daze, and he couldn't help but yawn.

He stayed up all night, and even now in danger, it was unbearable to be sleepy.

But he immediately woke up and covered his mouth with his hand.

Because of himself, Chang Huan fell to the bottom of the cliff and his whereabouts are unknown, and his life and death are unknown.

This young man in white refused to give up after looking for a night, it seems that he must attach great importance to Chang Huan, and he actually yawned in front of him at this time, what is the difference between this and looking for death?

Fortunately, this person had been concentrating on finding Changhuan's traces, and he didn't notice his movements.

The pig-killing knife reached out and touched the flying sword at his feet, and used the blade to cut and hurt himself, so that he could sober up.

The night had cleared, and the sky had turned from pitch black to gray.

A ray of morning light pierced through the darkness, dawn had arrived, but Mo Hansheng still hadn't found Changhuan, not even a clue.

Just as he was thinking about whether to go into the water to look for it, he saw a faint person floating in the water not far ahead, with green clothes and black hair floating on the surface.

Mo Hansheng stepped on the flying sword and swept away, and when he got closer, he scooped it up.

He took a closer look, and the person who fell into the water was Chang Huan, although his face was a little white and swollen from the blisters, he could still identify it.

Mo Hansheng took Chang Huan ashore and put it on the ground, reaching out to her nose, only to find that she was no longer breathing.

He hurriedly opened her mouth and condensed her true qi into her mouth.

In the surprised gaze of the pig killing knife, the water in Chang Huan's mouth automatically flowed out, as if he was alive.

After the water was discharged, Chang Huan coughed twice and was finally out of danger.

The pig killing knife breathed a sigh of relief, Chang Huan came back to life, and his little life could finally be saved.

He was thinking this in his heart, but he saw a cold flash, and something sharp crossed his throat.

He fell to the ground with a thud, struggled twice, and swallowed his last breath with black eyes.

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