"Moyan!"

Xie Jun ran over the ridge and across the field with a hoarse voice, like a black wind blowing, and like a scorching fire. The surrounding grass and trees fell down with his pace.

His anger has turned him into an arrow off the string.

Mo Yang, the only one who took Leng Fengyi away before he knew it was Mo Yang!

From that extraordinarily tall and strong back, from the skill that could deceive him, from the fact that he is still alive, he dares to say that if it were not for Mo Yang, he would be willing to cut off his own head.

If it was Fire Butterfly or Fang Xi, when he relaxed his vigilance and talked to Tang Yao, he still appeared behind his back, and he would definitely kill the killer. Among the white-clothed holy envoys, there was only one who could spare his life—the one who fought side by side in the past.

How could this once-warm-hearted young man become a murderous demon king? He didn't believe it. However, he had no time to inquire about the reason.

The white shadow was always shaking in front of him, unable to break free of him, nor letting him get too close. It's really an endless see-saw chase, like the fate of two planets. When the autumn wind rumbled in the wasteland, startling Xie Junhe's eardrums, he remembered to look around—but it was a scorched earth full of dead wood and rubble!

Song family fire?

Xie Junhe panicked, braked sharply under his feet, and calmed his mind. The thought of this place had made his scalp tingle for a while. I was depressed when I remembered what happened to me here last year: the white-clothed holy envoy chased and killed him with all his life, and fled all night. If it weren't for Chu Tao personally taking action and carrying him back to Duanjiazhai, God knows what kind of mess there would be. Now he couldn't even remember which nearby hill he had fallen asleep on, let alone what had happened after he had fallen asleep.

He was sure that Jiang Shaoyun's lair was nearby. Should Mo Yang deliberately lure him into Jiang Shaoyun's lair?

When he hesitated, Mo Yang's bronze mask stopped directly in front of him, shining hideously. Leng Fengyi was being held under his arm, her eyebrows were lowered, her face was pale, and she was powerless to struggle. From the gloomy expression on her face, it can be inferred that the poison of heart erosion has not yet been resolved.

Xie Junhe shouted loudly towards the bronze mask: "Mo Yang, are you really determined to help the abuse?"

The copper mask sneered: "Senior brother, have you talked to your senior brother like this?"

Xie Junhe suddenly groaned and couldn't answer. When he came face to face with Mo Yang, he was short of breath after all.

"This woman, do you want to save it?" Copper Mask laughed again, "You are an old Jianghu, can't you see that this woman is a red face and a disaster?" Her ability to fan the flames is even admired by Old Man Jiang. ”

"Even if she is poison, I will be saved. Xie Junhe said resolutely, "It's about the life and death of another hero." ”

"I advise you to let go. Mo Yang said solemnly, "Senior brother, don't let righteousness ruin your reason. ”

Xie Junhe glanced at Leng Fengyi, then swept towards the desolation of Siye with his afterglow, and shook his head: "If you have already set up a formation here to treat me, why do you have to talk nonsense with me?

Mo Yang snorted coldly and threw out a sentence: "Two miles away, Old Man Jiang is waiting for you in person." ”

Xie Junhe's body stiffened, and he snorted like Mo Yang: "Is this sparing my life?"

"Stinky boy!" Mo Yang's eyes shot a fierce light, "Do you think I will spare you? With your Xie Junhe's character, at this time, you will easily stop?" He had already seen Xie Junhe inside and out, "You guy, you don't shed tears when you don't see the coffin." ”