He was so anxious that he couldn't even think about Hua Xiyue.
Long Fuyue must be rescued first!
Maybe she would have met with misfortune a moment later!
He has no spiritual power left, otherwise his speed would be faster.
About half an hour later, his eyes lit up and he was out of the dense forest.[
Not far away is a cliff.
There are overgrown weeds on the cliff, which is half a person tall.
And that trace of grass was heading towards the cliff.
He suddenly slowed down and smelled a hint of danger!
This breath is so strangely familiar, like a rival for many years...
His heart sank, and he had a very bad feeling.
He took out the green transmission talisman, said something briefly, and walked over slowly.
One step, two steps... closer.
Finally, he saw everything on the cliff clearly.
Suddenly, he froze there!
On the edge of the cliff, there are three people.
Long Fuyue was tied into a ball, half-kneeling like a big rice dumpling.
The clothes on his body were torn, with blood seeping out in many places.
A woman in red stood beside her, placing a hand on her neck.
On the other side of the woman in red, Hua Xiyue was sitting on the ground. There were no ropes on her body, but her face was pale and motionless, and she seemed to be controlled by the woman in red.
"Hey, you didn't come late! Are you anxious?"
The woman in red giggled. Her laughter was indescribably proud.
Jia Ruo stabilized his mind. He had the memories of Xuanyuan Yeli, so he naturally recognized who the person in front of him was: "Zhu Yan, it's you?! You are actually still in this world! Why did you catch them? Your enemy.
It was me who let them go!"
"Let them go?"[
Zhu Yan laughed wildly: "Okay, for the sake of my life being indirectly passed down by you, I can let one go. Who do you want me to let go of first?"
Although Jia Ruo didn't quite understand what trick she was playing, he frowned slightly: "Let them go! I'll be your hostage..."