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Mo Zihan pursed his lips slightly, and made a cold arc. He didn't expect that Hong Mei didn't die, but he miscalculated.

Now I am here to seek revenge from her, Mo Zihan said coldly: "I didn't expect you to be dead yet."

Hearing this, Hong Mei's eyes immediately turned serious. This woman made him feel extremely resentful. If someone hadn't saved him before, she probably wouldn't be able to stand here and take Mo Zihan's life.

The corner of the mouth curled up into a soft smile, and the enchanting and charming face made the cultivators standing beside him secretly swallow a mouthful of spit, their eyes were fiery, and their red and coquettish voice spit out from those red lips as bright as red blood. It made people feel cold, and said: "Thanks to you, I'm not dead yet, so I'm looking for you now to announce the good news to you." Although she smiled sweetly, the strong murderous aura in her eyes was undisguised .

Hearing this, Mo Zihan sneered, and said: "It must be a good time to be alive this time, look at this face, tsk tsk..." Mo Zihan looked Hong Mei up and down, tsk tsk twice, look Seeing the latter's charming face with a cold and murderous look, he said again: "I don't know how many people have nourished me..."

"Mo Zihan! All of this is thanks to you! I am here today to recover the insult I have received!" Hong Mei shouted violently, her angry eyes staring at Mo Zihan, her voice contained deep resentment.

Mo Zihan curled his lips and remained unmoved. If it wasn't for what Hong Mei had done before, he would not have killed him like this.

"It's your own fault." Mo Zihan parted his red lips lightly, and uttered four cold words.

"I will kill you with my own hands today!" Hong Mei's eyes were bloodshot, and the veins on the back of her hands were pulsating. Her charming face instantly became distorted and terrifying, emitting a cold black air that enveloped the tight body. Hands clenched into fists.

"Then let me see what ability you have to kill me." Hearing this, Mo Zihan snorted, but his heart kept sinking, scanning the comprehension practitioners who were ready to go, it seemed that this time there was no escape. robbery.

Hong Mei snorted coldly, and winked at the cultivator at the side. The cultivator understood, but there was no respect in his expression, but contempt and contempt.

Mo Zihan chuckled, looked at the few cultivators who were slowly walking towards him, raised the corners of his mouth, and held a sneer. These cultivators are probably people with that kind of taste, and this Hongmei will take advantage of it people.

Mo Zihan licked his lower lip with the tip of his tender tongue, seeing the obscene looks of those cultivators because of his actions, he sneered in his heart, this Hongmei is so naive.

Mo Zihan summoned the Bloody Jade Sword, suppressed the faint red and white light of the Bloody Jade Sword, and scanned the few cultivators surrounding him, it seemed that this time it was inevitable.

A cold face flashed in Mo Zihan's mind, he pursed his lips slightly, a little hope arose in his heart, he held the blood jade sword tightly, his eyes suddenly became cold, and rushed towards one of the cultivators who were only in the middle stage of Nascent Soul .

At the touch of a hair.

Lying on the bed, Leng Che recalled the sad look on Mo Zihan's face and that resolute figure before, and instantly felt extremely agitated, tossing and turning, unable to shake off the image in his mind.

"Ah!" Frantically, Leng Che grabbed the shattered pillow and shot it directly at the table beside him. When he was hit by the pillow, the table instantly burst open and turned into sawdust.

Leng Che sat up, put his hands on his forehead, frowned tightly, forming a Sichuan character, and sighed slightly, let's go out and relax...

Leng Che took a shower, changed into a set of black clothes, opened the door and walked out.

The sounds of selling, buying, shouting, and bargaining on the street are all in one piece, and the faces of pedestrians passing by have warm smiles on their faces.

Leng Che looked at the bright smiling faces of those passers-by who looked like chrysanthemums blooming, which made her feel a little brighter. She pursed her lips tightly, stepped on the bluestone slab, and walked with her hands behind her back.

"Hey...my lord, look at this, this bracelet is a high-quality item, and it is sold at a low price. If I hadn't been in a hurry to spend money, I would never have sold it!" A wretched-looking man suddenly came from He rushed out of the alley, ran to Leng Che, held up the white jade bracelet in his hand that was shining golden in the sun and said.

Leng Che glanced at the bracelet indifferently, then glanced at the man's hands, and said coldly: "Don't go to the pawn shop to steal things, come to sell them?"

Hearing this, the man was stunned for a moment, and carefully looked at the young man in a luxurious black robe in front of him. A strong sense of oppression arose in his heart, which made him breathless immediately, with a trembling voice. Said: "My lord, what are you talking about? I can't understand you. This bracelet is my family heirloom!"

"Give me the bracelet." Leng Che stretched out his hand, staring at the wretched man with eyes as sharp as the blades of a real knife, and then exuded an oppressive aura from his body, and walked straight towards the man whose legs were already trembling like chaff .

It was said that although the man's legs were trembling, he still wanted to protest, but just as he wanted to resist, he found that he was gradually out of breath, his straight back was bent, and his forehead was sweating profusely.

Leng Che stared at the man with narrowed eyes, and said coldly, "Will you give it?" The oppressive breath became much heavier.

The bones of the man's body made creaking sounds. The man nodded repeatedly, and handed the white jade bracelet to Leng Che with trembling hands. The sheep is a wolf.

Leng Che took the white jade bracelet, observed it carefully, then glanced at the trembling man alone, and lightly parted his thin lips: "Get lost." The faint voice contained coldness.

The man nodded quickly and rushed back into the alley at an extremely fast speed.

Leng Che's mood became much brighter again, the material of this white jade bracelet was top-quality, and he got a bracelet for nothing, so his mood improved a lot.

Leng Che was just about to step back to the inn, when there was a bang, she suddenly raised her head and stared at the peak of the mountain in the distance, feeling a strong sense of uneasiness in her heart, and directly exerted her speed to the limit, and rushed out of the city Outside, he drew the bloodthirsty knife and turned it into a stream of light towards the mountain peak.

A trace of blood dripped from the corner of Mo Zihan's mouth, and he stared at those cultivators with cold eyes, "Bastard!" Mo Zihan cursed inwardly, if he continues like this, he will be killed sooner or later.

And on the ground beside Mo Zihan lay two cold corpses, they were the two cultivators who followed Hongmei earlier.

Hongmei stared coldly at Mo Zihan who was panting slightly, and said coldly: "If you can subdue this woman, it's up to you to deal with it."

The cultivators who heard Hong Mei's words at the side immediately burst out with lust~desire and excitement. They looked at Mo Zihan's face and somewhere on his chest, and the desire~fire in their eyes was obvious.

Mo Zihan's expression turned cold, and his heart sank. If it really fell into the hands of these cultivators, his fate can be imagined. The murderous intent in his eyes soared. If it really reached that point, he would be self-destructed. He would never fall into the hands of these scumbags, but a cold figure flashed in his mind, and his cold eyes instantly became sad.

Those cultivators smiled and swarmed towards Mo Zihan without the slightest shame of bullying the less. All they wanted was to subdue this woman and let them play with them at will.

Mo Zihan's expression changed, he held the blood jade sword tightly in his hand, his knuckles were slightly white because of the force, and he rushed up directly, with a relaxed and fearless expression.

With a sudden step on the ground with both feet, Mo Zihan's figure jumped into the air like a butterfly, and then swooped down to stab one of the cultivators.

The cultivator was caught off guard, and panickedly raised the sword in his hand to cover it, but Mo Zihan touched it lightly, and his feet stirred up a strong wind and kicked towards the former's chest. There was a muffled sound, and the cultivator went It wiped the ground and shot at a distance of more than ten meters, and suddenly spit out a mouthful of blood mixed with internal organs.

Just as Mo Zihan landed on the ground, the strong wind from the right was pressing on her, and the strong force whipped towards her. Mo Zihan's heart sank, and he leaned back to avoid the sword edge that almost brushed his face. , sore cheeks.

Before Mo Zihan could straighten up, another powerful force hit her waist from the left side. Mo Zihan slapped the ground with both hands, and rushed into the air with the momentum, twisted his waist, and spun a few times in the air. Dodge the blow from the sneak attack.

But as soon as she landed, the strong wind hit again, but Mo Zihan couldn't dodge it, because the attack was extremely fast, and the other cultivators surrounded her tightly, so she had to turn around quickly, facing the attack with both hands. With a bang, Mo Zihan spurted out a stream of blood, his internal organs seemed to have been displaced, and he suffered serious internal injuries.

Seeing this, Hong Mei's charming smile gradually deepened, and the pleasure and excitement in her eyes seemed to have seen that Mo Zihan was about to die in his hands.

The cultivator struck Mo Zihan internally with one blow, and did not stop there, but violently struck the former with both palms, his elbows, hands, head, and legs instantly became sharp weapons for killing people.

Not to be outdone, Mo Zihan confronted the cultivator, but his body was far inferior to the cultivator's tyranny, and many parts of his body were trembling, numb and painful.

Seeing that Mo Zihan was getting weaker, the cultivator directly slammed his palm over, bypassing the former's arms, and directly slapped her on the chest, and a slight click sounded on Mo Zihan's chest.

Mo Zihan suddenly spit out a mouthful of blood, and sprayed it on the face of the cultivator. His figure was instantly sent flying backwards by that powerful force, and he fell to the ground, vomiting blood non-stop. The sternum must have been broken. .

Seeing that Mo Zihan had lost his mobility, Hong Mei laughed loudly, and the charming laughter spread ten miles away. She proudly looked at Mo Zihan who was vomiting blood in the distance, and said, "I said, today, you I will die in my hands..." Before he finished speaking, his eyes suddenly narrowed, staring at the black-robed boy who appeared at some unknown time, and said coldly: "Who are you?!"

Leng Che ignored Hong Mei's questioning, but glanced at Mo Zihan who was on the ground beside him, regretting in his heart, if he didn't drive her away, she wouldn't be like this.

He quickly walked to Mo Zihan's side, knelt down and hugged her, and put his hand on her chest, his eyes instantly became extremely cold, the sternum was broken, and the damage in his body was extremely serious.

Seeing Leng Che, Mo Zihan lowered his eyes slightly, and uttered an icy voice from his pale lips that had long since lost blood, "Go, I don't want to see you."

Hearing this, Leng Che pursed his lips and remained silent. If it wasn't for the storage ring that could only hold dead objects, Leng Che really wanted to put Mo Zihan in the storage ring.

Seeing that Leng Che was unmoved, Mo Zihan became a little anxious. Those cultivators would never be able to beat Leng Che, so he said coldly: "Did you hear me! I have nothing to do with you, and you don't need to interfere in my affairs. "

"En...then I'm leaving." Leng Che put down Mo Zihan, turned around and left.

Mo Zihan's eyes darkened, two lines of tears flowed down his face, and his heart throbbed suddenly. Although he hoped that Leng Che would leave, he still hoped that Leng Che would take care of her, but he never expected that Leng Che would be so cold-blooded and ruthless. the point.Leng Che laughed to himself, presumably, what Leng Che said was as true to her as it was to others, so why did he have to deceive himself so much?

Seeing this, Hong Mei laughed loudly, with a face full of sarcasm, and said sarcastically: "Your little lover is 'really kind' to you, such an ungrateful and heartless person is really worthy of you..." The cultivator also burst out laughing in good time.

"You sissy, it's really not pleasing to the eye, it seems that you can't care about your own business..." Leng Che stopped walking, turned around and walked back, and said lazily.

Mo Zihan was taken aback suddenly, and the tears flowed even more fiercely.

Hongmei's eyes instantly turned cold, staring at the cold face, the black robed boy with a smirk on his lips, narrowed his eyes slightly, and said coldly: "Do you want to intervene in this matter?" Senran's eyes radiated a cold light.

Leng Che stretched his muscles and said, "This matter must be intervened!"

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