Biting his silver teeth, Xuanyuan Moxie's face became more and more gloomy, and the five fingers hidden in his sleeves turned pale white due to exertion.

Immediately, the long sleeves flicked again, and the wind became even more ferocious.

However, it is strange that the more ferocious the wind, the faster the speed of the suspended circle.

But in the blink of an eye, the circle was already close at hand, and the dragnet was about to fly towards Xuanyuan Moye.

In the midst of flint and lightning, figures in crescent-white robes came together, a loud shout was heard, and an overwhelming cyclone erupted instantly.

Because of the huge power of this cyclone, the circle suddenly stagnated and froze in mid-air.

"Change of formation!"

Another command was given, and the circle turned into a shuttle.

The maid plunged into the cyclone like a shuttle, taking every step with difficulty, but she was moving forward slowly.

"Let's go!" Nangong Yi's narrow eyes narrowed slightly, his eyes were deep, and the darkness in his eyes was filled with unspeakable emotions.

Nangong Yi, Xuanyuan Moxie, there is him without me, there is me without him in this world.

"..." Clenching her fingers, Ling Mulao hesitated slightly but then nodded quickly, "Let's go!"

The necessary condition for a killer is to be cold-hearted. Although this man Xuanyuan Moxie has helped her several times and saved her several times, he is not a fellow traveler after all.

Sympathy no longer exists for Ling Mulao. In his six years of experience as a killer, he almost lost his life several times because of this ridiculous emotion.

Therefore, now she knows that compassion is just a luxury for a killer, and now she only needs to protect herself and Nangong Yi.

The two of them looked at each other and raised their feet a little higher.

And at the moment when he turned around, Ling Mulao glanced at him out of the corner of his eye. He was stunned and turned around in disbelief.

"Mo Han!" This name blurted out, and Ling Mulao couldn't believe his eyes.

When Nangong Yi heard this, his steps suddenly froze, and he turned his head and followed Ling Mulao's gaze.

I saw the white clothes fluttering in the strong wind. Perhaps due to the previous internal injury, a trace of blood slowly flowed out from the corner of Xuanyuan Moxie's mouth.

His body swayed and he almost subconsciously covered his chest.

And in this moment of vulnerability, the maid in charge took the opportunity to dodge quickly and stabbed Xuanyuan Moxie with a long sword.

As if he felt the sword energy approaching, Xuanyuan Moxie stepped back and turned his feet to one side.

Unfortunately, the sword came with a fierce force, and Xuanyuan Moye was injured again. Although he dodged the sharp blade, the jade mask was shattered wherever the sword edge touched.

The shaped jade pieces were flying, and the face hidden under the jade mask was instantly exposed to everyone.

There are no hideous scars, and the flawless face exudes elegant beauty.

The clear eyes, the high bridge of the nose, the slightly raised corners of the lips, and the soft contours of her face were all extremely familiar to Ling Mulao.

This perfect face exudes a fatal tenderness like a poppy flower.

Once, when she saw this man for the first time, Ling Mulao looked at the man with gold trim under the moonlight, as if he thought an angel had appeared.

His frown, his glance back, his smile, everything seemed like a dream, so clear.

"Mo Han, back off!" Everything happened in just a moment. Without any hesitation, Ling Mulao just reacted subconsciously and rushed forward.
Chapter completed!