Luoxue stopped struggling and looked back at the man slowly walking out of the city.

He was dressed in a yellow brocade robe. Snowflakes were blowing towards him in the wind, and thousands of strands of ink floated in the air in beautiful arcs. When he walked, he looked very heavy, because with every step he took, the castle was moving.

The palace city will be shaken down with a "boom".

At this time, the moonlight had quietly shaken out half of his face from the dark clouds, and the silvery white light shone on his face. He was handsome, deep, and reserved. It was impossible to tell at first glance what type of person he was.

Is he a good person?

Or a bad guy?

Feng Yunmo was sure that she had never seen this man before, but there was something about the man that made her feel very familiar.

He slowly walked towards Feng Yunmo, then knelt down on one knee, cupped his fists with both hands, and said respectfully: "See Lord Feng."

Feng Yunmo took a step back, narrowed her eyes, glanced at him, and then looked back at Beiming Yexuan.

At this time, before Beiming Yexuan could speak, Luoxue pointed at Meng Linjun and said, "Save my mother."

Meng Linjun slowly raised his head, and his eyes slowly moved to Sha Qianchen, and then fell on Tong Yao. There was no fluctuation on his face, but the light in his eyes trembled violently, but he still could not let her escape from the vicious force.

land.

"Still dead." Meng Linjun murmured softly.

Feng Yunmo asked in confusion: "Who are you? Tong Yao's death has something to do with you."

Meng Linjun took out Yuxiao and Mengjing, presented them to Feng Yunmo with both hands, and proved his identity with actions without saying a word.

"Dream, demon." Beiming Yexuan opened his lips slightly and spit out two words.

"Dream Demon." After Feng Yunmo heard this, her eyes fell deeply on the dream mirror and Yu Xiao presented by Meng Linjun. Suddenly she had a bad premonition, and she asked anxiously: "What about Wu Fei Huan?

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"One step ahead of that woman." Meng Linjun replied expressionlessly.

Feng Yunmo took a few steps back again, swallowed, and took a breath of cold air.

In just the blink of an eye, two people were gone.

"He..." She choked with sobs and didn't know what to say. She raised her head, looked up at the city wall, and looked at the snowflakes flying in the sky: "He just left."

Not even a hello?

Her affection for Wu Feihuan has nothing to do with love.

It belongs to a kind of friendship that is more eternal than love.

"Yes! If it weren't for his mother, your brother, and that remnant soul, that woman would definitely be fine?" Meng Linjun said still expressionlessly and calmly.

Feng Yunmo raised her head sharply.

Several eyes stared at Meng Linjun, each one looking colder than the other.

At this time, Sha Qianchen, who had been sitting in the snow, hugged the cold body and walked towards Meng Linjun: "Meng Linjun, what are you talking about? Say what you just said again."

Luoxue struggled again. Beiming Yexuan looked at the strange brilliance in his eyes and immediately let go of his hand. When he landed, a strange phenomenon appeared in the void.

That was the Tong Yao from not long ago, the Tong Yao still alive standing in front of them, and Wu Feihuan not far away.

Luoxue condensed all the power into an illusion.

Reprint the death process of Tong Yao and Wu Feihuan for Sha Qianchen to see.

Seeing the woman on the screen being chased by thunder, Sha Qianchen's heart clenched deeply.
Chapter completed!