Versatile Mage’s Companion True Dragon

"Could Ye Feiyang be the same Ye Feiyang who ruined Lord Salang's plan!?"

After hearing Mu He's words, the man opposite him thought about it for a short time and then said in shock.

"it's him."

Mu He nodded and looked at Ye Feiyang on the street, with a hint of joy in his gloomy eyes. I thought to myself.

"I thought you would never come to the ancient capital again, but I didn't expect you would dare to come. Let's see how you die this time!"

As he thought about it, a sinister smile appeared on Mu He's face.

"Jie Jie Jie!!!"

After meeting Zhang Sanpang and Zhao Kunsan, Ye Feiyang also returned to the residence Mu Bai found for him.

"What a lucky coincidence."

Ye Feiyang stood in front of the window, looking at the yard next door, his eyes gradually became dark, and he murmured.

He briefly inquired about Mu He's location and was surprised to find that he was right next to the house where he currently lived.

As for why, Ye Feiyang asked others about Mu He's residence instead of Mu Bai. He had no friendship with Mu He, so he asked Mu Bai rashly. Although he would tell him, he was here to kill Mu He. , Mu Heyi died these days. Mu Bai will definitely be suspicious of him. He even said that he guessed that he was the murderer.

Moreover, Mu He's identity as the blue-robed Hujin Archdeacon has not been revealed. He is still the good uncle who treats him well in Mu Bai's eyes and has given him a lot of help.

Ye Feiyang killed Mu He, even though Mu Bai had no evidence to prove it, he still had knots in his heart and even estrangement.

"came back."

Seeing Mu He's figure appear in the yard, Ye Feiyang took out a blue robe from the space ring and put it on his body, then disappeared into the room.

"Who are you!"

As soon as Mu He opened the door, he saw a man in blue robe sitting on the sofa, holding a teapot in his hand and pouring tea into the cup, with a hint of vigilance in his eyes. He took a deep breath and said calmly.

"I wonder if Archdeacon Hujin still remembers me."

The man in blue robe sitting on the sofa lifted the hat that covered his face, revealing his young and handsome face. He looked at Mu He with a half-smile.

When Mu He heard the name of Archdeacon Hujin, his pupils shrank and he looked at the man in blue robe in horror. When he saw the man in blue robe, he turned pale and said in shock.

"It's you!"

Soon, Mu He suppressed the shock in his heart and revealed a sinister smile on his face. said in a deep voice.

"Ye Feiyang, although I don't know how you know my identity, are you a little too arrogant? You actually appeared directly in front of me. As long as I kill you, my Archdeacon Hujin will not be exposed. No one will know."

"You surprised me. I thought you would deny your identity."

Ye Feiyang looked at Mu He with a hint of surprise in his eyes and said calmly.

"Haha, for a dead person, I don't have to hide my identity, just to make you understand."

Mu He laughed twice and then said confidently.

"This saved me a lot of effort."

Ye Feiyang put the teacup on the coffee table, stood up from the sofa, and murmured.

"What!?"

The next second, Mu He clutched his neck tightly, blood stained his hands and flowed out continuously. His eyes widened and he looked at Ye Feiyang who appeared in front of him instantly, his eyes filled with horror and difficulty. Confidence.

He couldn't figure it out until his death, why he, a high-level mage, could be killed so easily by Ye Feiyang, after you know that he had an expensive magic armor!

Ye Feiyang reached out and pushed Mu He straight to the ground. He spread his hands on the ground and his face turned pale quickly.

Looking at Mu He who was gradually losing his vitality, Ye Feiyang did not leave, but sat back on the sofa again. He said secretly.

Mu He, you should thank me, because I killed you in advance, so you are still the good brother in Mu Zhuoyun's eyes and Mu Bai's good uncle. Not the despised Archdeacon Hujin with a dirty soul.

After thinking about it, Ye Feiyang picked up the tea cup on the coffee table and took a sip. A stone was removed from his heart, and Ye Feiyang felt that his breathing became much easier.

"I'm curious, how did you know his identity as Archdeacon Hujin?"

A soft and charming voice came from all corners of the room, making it impossible to identify the true source of the voice.

Ye Feiyang looked calm when he heard the voice, picked up the teapot, poured a cup of tea and pushed it to the opposite side of the coffee table. He said calmly.

"You don't need to know this. Let's stop the matter in the ancient capital."

"Are you taking care of me? Why do you take care of me!"

The sound was soft at first, then suddenly became sharp and harsh.

Ye Feiyang slowly raised his head and looked at a mature and charming beauty sitting opposite, his eyes as calm as water. He said calmly.

"Your plan will not succeed in the ancient capital."

"How will you know you won't succeed if you don't try?"

The beauty's voice regained its calmness, she reached out to pick up the teacup and took a sip.

"I'll stop you."

Ye Feiyang murmured with a hint of indifference in his eyes.

"You know better than I do what's in this country."

"Well, this is the only way to suit my plan. By then, everyone in the world will shudder and be afraid when they hear my name, and the evil people will worship me like a god. Isn't this good?"

The woman spoke with a hint of intoxication on her face.

"You know, you are the last thing he wants to see right now."

"He, he is dead! Since he chose that path, I have nothing to do with him in any way!!!"

Ye Feiyang's words fell into the woman's ears, and the calmness on the woman's face disappeared instantly, and her face was full of madness, like a crazy beauty.

Ye Feiyang looked at the enchanting beauty in front of him who looked like a crazy demon, and seemed to be giving his final advice. said in a deep voice.

"You are not what we want to see."

"You? Don't you hate him? After all, you cried and begged him, but he made that decision without any hesitation."

It seemed that Ye Feiyang's words had an effect. The woman broke away from her mad state, stood up from the sofa, sat next to Ye Feiyang, and said softly.

"Do I hate him?"

Ye Feiyang's face showed a trace of confusion, and then he looked at the woman next to him with a trace of anger on his face. "Don't use your bewitching voice on me!"

The woman ignored the anger on Ye Feiyang's face and said nonchalantly, "Why don't you use comfort on me too?"

"Don't mention him anymore. You have already made up your mind, right?"

Ye Feiyang stopped dwelling on that topic and said in a deep voice.

"Of course, I want to see whether you, who has been called the Little Holy Son since birth, is one foot taller, or whether I, the devil, are taller."

The corners of the woman's mouth raised slightly, a smile that could charm all living beings appeared on her face, and she chuckled.

"Since you insist, let's make a bet using the ancient capital's affairs."