Although Ling Mulao couldn't see it, her sensitive sense allowed her to vaguely feel that Luo Shang was approaching step by step.

Biting his silver teeth, Ling Mulao raised his sword almost subconsciously, ready to attack at any time.

"And you love me more stupidly than me."

However, before her sword finger could strike, she heard Luo Shang's cold laughter echoing in the air, which was both sarcastic and vaguely sympathetic.

Ling Mulao was slightly startled. She didn't understand what Luo Shang meant, who was so confused by love, and what she was going to say.

"What do you mean?"

Taking a slight step forward, Ling Mulao stared at the place where he couldn't see his fingers and asked loudly.

However, her question did not receive any answer, only the breeze blew on her face and the sound of "rustling" slowly sounded.

My eyes are bright again.

The enchanting peach blossom forest, bright sunshine, and layers of petals cover the ground.

Among the flying peach blossoms, a woman dressed in pink stands with her back facing her, her clothes are fluttering in the wind, her blue hair is like seaweed, and occasionally her hair is dancing in the wind.

Not far away, a tall figure slowly approached.

Exquisite facial features, eyes as warm as the sea, blue eyes, and slightly raised corners of the lips.

So gentle, so outstanding.

"Mohan!"

Ling Mulao was startled, and his eyes suddenly opened wide.

The man who walked over could not be Mo Han, the number one killer she had admired for many years. Who else could it be?

Stepping forward quickly, Ling Mulao couldn't see the woman's face, but he could feel the icy cold air around her body and the murderous aura that devoured everything.

However, when she was about to lift her feet, she found that she could not move at all, as if she had become a stone sculpture.

"You're here?"

The soft voice sounded as good as the oriole in the mountains, as if it had never been heard before.

"Is this really the case?"

Mo Han narrowed his eyes slightly, took a deep breath and asked.

"You and I swear not to live together!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he saw Guangxiu in pink clothes flying, and with a slight twist of his wrist, a long sword made of cyclones flew out of the air.

"Okay, this is what you want!"

The gentle face turned cold in an instant, Mo Han's eyes darkened, a black cyclone condensed in his palm, the wind blade broke through the wind, and moved away like mountains and seas.

In an instant, a strong wind blew up, and the enchanting peach blossoms were blown away like snowflakes.

The two figures were like lightning, flying in the sky. Except for the color of their clothes, it was impossible to tell who was who.

But for a moment, the woman seemed to be gradually defeated, and staggered back a few steps.

"Use your special attack, otherwise this life and death will not be fair."

The clothes were fluttering, and the gentle eyes were both cold and passionate. He stared deeply at the woman in front of him, but there was too much helplessness.

This was the first time Ling Mulao saw such emotion in Mo Han's eyes. She had never seen it before in her six years of living.

"Okay, it seems like this is the only way in the end!"

The woman smiled coldly and put back the long sword in mid-air. When her long sleeves flew up again, they instantly shone brightly.

Ling Mulao felt the light was dazzling and was forced to close her eyes. In the blink of an eye, she suddenly heard a heartbreaking roar.

The peach blossoms are still enchanting, but the blood color is even more dazzling.

Drop by drop of blood slowly dripped, and between the two people hugging each other tightly, it was impossible to tell whose blood it was.

The breeze blows on my face, and my clothes are fluttering.

Those warm eyes suddenly dimmed, and tears poured down.

But the pink clothes that were originally standing upright slowly slipped down, and gradually fell from his long arms. Although Ling Mulao couldn't see it, her sensitive sense made her vaguely feel that Luo Shang was approaching step by step.

Biting his silver teeth, Ling Mulao raised his sword almost subconsciously, ready to attack at any time.

"And you love me more stupidly than me."

However, before her sword finger could strike, she heard Luo Shang's cold laughter echoing in the air, which was both sarcastic and vaguely sympathetic.

Ling Mulao was slightly startled. She didn't understand what Luo Shang meant, who was so confused by love, and what she was going to say.

"What do you mean?"

Taking a slight step forward, Ling Mulao stared at the place where he couldn't see his fingers and asked loudly.

However, her question did not receive any answer, only the breeze blew on her face and the sound of "rustling" slowly sounded.

My eyes are bright again.

The enchanting peach blossom forest, bright sunshine, and layers of petals cover the ground.

Among the flying peach blossoms, a woman dressed in pink stands with her back facing her, her clothes are fluttering in the wind, her blue hair is like seaweed, and occasionally her hair is dancing in the wind.

Not far away, a tall figure slowly approached.

Exquisite facial features, eyes as warm as the sea, blue eyes, and slightly raised corners of the lips.

So gentle, so outstanding.

"Mohan!"

Ling Mulao was startled, and his eyes suddenly opened wide.

The man who walked over could not be Mo Han, the number one killer she had admired for many years. Who else could it be?

Stepping forward quickly, Ling Mulao couldn't see the woman's face, but he could feel the icy cold air around her body and the murderous aura that devoured everything.

However, when she was about to lift her feet, she found that she could not move at all, as if she had become a stone sculpture.

"You're here?"

The soft voice sounded as good as the oriole in the mountains, as if it had never been heard before.

"Is this really the case?"

Mo Han narrowed his eyes slightly, took a deep breath and asked.

"You and I swear not to live together!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he saw Guangxiu in pink clothes flying, and with a slight twist of his wrist, a long sword made of cyclones flew out of the air.

"Okay, this is what you want!"

The gentle face turned cold in an instant, Mo Han's eyes darkened, a black cyclone condensed in his palm, the wind blade broke through the wind, and moved away like mountains and seas.

In an instant, a strong wind blew up, and the enchanting peach blossoms were blown away like snowflakes.

The two figures were like lightning, flying in the sky. Except for the color of their clothes, it was impossible to tell who was who.

But for a moment, the woman seemed to be gradually defeated, and staggered back a few steps.

"Use your special attack, otherwise this life and death will not be fair."

The clothes were fluttering, and the gentle eyes were both cold and passionate. He stared deeply at the woman in front of him, but there was too much helplessness.

This was the first time Ling Mulao saw such emotion in Mo Han's eyes. She had never seen it before in her six years of living.

"Okay, it seems like this is the only way in the end!"

The woman smiled coldly and put back the long sword in mid-air. When her long sleeves flew up again, they instantly shone brightly.

Ling Mulao felt the light was dazzling and was forced to close her eyes. In the blink of an eye, she suddenly heard a heartbreaking roar.

The peach blossoms are still enchanting, but the blood color is even more dazzling.

Drop by drop of blood slowly dripped, and between the two people hugging each other tightly, it was impossible to tell whose blood it was.

The breeze blows on my face, and my clothes are fluttering.

Those warm eyes suddenly dimmed, and tears poured down.
Chapter completed!