() Hundreds of miles away from the Silent Ridge, among the mountains and forests, there are green trees and shades, no longer dead trees and desolation.
A man stood among them, holding a red long bow in one hand. Beneath him lay a woman named Yan Zisha. The woman's whole body was covered in scars, with many wounds deep enough to show the bones. Fortunately, the bleeding had been stopped.
Stay, because the practitioner's physique is better, and breathing has returned to steady at this time.
"It was such a close call. I have to say thank you to the Tingting Tiger Clan. Alas, it turns out that the Yamo can actually talk to others when it reaches a certain level? It's amazing." After taking a deep breath,
Mu Wenxuan was thinking secretly in his heart. At this moment, his peripheral vision suddenly glanced at the fallen Yin Yu Ling on the ground, and he was filled with fear: "What on earth is going on with this Yin Yu Ling? The attack just now seems to have reached the sky."
It can all penetrate..."
When he thought of this, Mu Wenxuan lowered his head and looked at the red blazing flame bow in his hand, sighing secretly, because he discovered that tens of thousands of tiny flakes appeared on the bow body of this very hard blazing flame bow.
Crack: "After thinking about it, I still can't do it. Even the blazing flame bow cannot bear the silver feather feathers. What kind of artifact is needed to be able to bear it?"
Before he finished speaking, the blazing flame bow shattered into powder everywhere. This made Mu Wenxuan's expression tighten. It would be strange not to feel sad that hundreds of thousands of gold coins disappeared like this.
"Wangwang. Wangwangwang..." At this moment, the little furball that had been behind Mu Wenxuan suddenly woke up, jumped to the ground very excitedly, wrinkled its nose vigorously, then became excited, and began to taste crazily.
There was red powder all over the floor.
Seeing this scene, Mu Wenxuan was very happy: "Haha, don't tell me, there is someone who can recycle waste."
Time passed quickly, Yan Yue was still sleeping, and had no intention of waking up. Mu Wenxuan was fine, leaning against an ancient tree and looking at the little fur ball leisurely. It was still tasting the food made by the blazing bow with excitement on its face.
The red powder, it has to be said that the material of this blazing flame bow still exudes powerful star power even if it is broken into pieces.
Late at night, the little fur ball finally absorbed all the red powder, but at this time it suddenly curled up, and then the black hair all over its body emitted a faint red light, and then gradually petrified, becoming as hard as a corpse, without any
No heat at all.
"What...what's going on?" Mu Wenxuan suddenly panicked and hurriedly picked up the little fur ball, but no matter what, he couldn't wake it up. The little guy's whole body was cold and stiff as stone.
Mu Wenxuan was completely frightened. He didn't want to see anything happen to the little furball. Regret grew in his heart, and he secretly hated himself for letting the little guy eat the red powder. At this moment, there was a sudden pop in the palm of the hand holding the little furball,
The weak jumping sensation made him excited at first. This at least proved that the little guy was still alive, and at least his heartbeat was still there. He took a deep breath and took it back to his chest.
"This little guy...isn't this little guy also asleep?" Thinking of this, Mu Wenxuan felt reassured at first, and then felt disappointed: "Alas... Mr. Huan has fallen asleep, and now even you have fallen asleep, and you have abandoned me.
Why…"
For a moment, loneliness and loneliness swept through my body, and the falling leaves rustled.
…
In the early morning of the next day, the dazzling light slowly woke up Mu Wenxuan. The long period of concentration really made him feel tired.
The moment his eyes opened, he was stunned for a moment, and then quickly stood up, only to see nothing in front of him, and there was no trace of Miss Yanyue anymore.
"Master, are you awake?" Just when he was flustered, a clear and sweet voice suddenly came from behind him, which made him turn around quickly. The next moment, he was stunned, and what he saw was a famous person.
A beautiful woman with a devilish figure, well-proportioned breasts and buttocks. She is dressed in a purple dress. Who else could she be but Yanyue.
This Yanyue complexion is full of deathly sadness. The most eye-catching thing is her eyes, which have obvious traces of being washed away, but the bags under her eyes are still very obvious and severely swollen.
Blinking in confusion, Mu Wenxuan hurriedly responded: "Yeah...Yeah, wake up, wake up."
"Quack, quack, the young master is so funny. My little girl, Yan Yue, thanks the young master for saving his life. I'm afraid I can't repay you in this life... this life. If there is an afterlife, I can be a cow... I can be a cow or a horse." At this point, Yan Yue choked with sobs.
She really couldn't say a word and couldn't feel any emotion at all.
This is no wonder. No matter how strong and majestic she looks, she is a girl after all. The Yan Clan is her home, and every member of the Yan Clan is her relative. There must be no pain in the world that can be compared to seeing the death of a close friend or relative.
More pain, excruciating pain.
Bearing the pain of life and death, Yan Yue can't find any joy in being reborn now. She even hopes that she just died in the chaotic battlefield, died silently, and allowed herself to pay homage to the undead bodies of her compatriots.
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"Oh my... Miss Yanyue, why are you still crying?" Mu Wenxuan was speechless. He couldn't bear this and immediately became confused: "I, I, I didn't tell you anything in return, really.
, Don’t mind, don’t mind, by the way. My name is Mu Wenxuan...you can call me Brother Mu or Wenxuan. I really can’t bear it. Oh, don’t..."
As Rong finished speaking, Yan Yue cried even harder, and she immediately threw herself into Mu Wenxuan's arms. At this moment, she really couldn't bear it and needed a shoulder to lean on.
Mu Wenxuan was dumbfounded and had nothing to say anymore. He also understood the despair and emptiness in Yan Yue's heart. He sighed deeply and let her fall into his arms, thinking to himself: "Oh, oh, oh
Let me go, what's going on recently? Taohua is lazy, don't forget Fan'an knows, otherwise you will have to pinch your ears and spin around again. Not too long ago, Jincheng has a new wife, Tang Xuexian, and Shu Xianhui beside her.
This scorching moon, hey..."
When I thought of this, I couldn't help but said in my heart: "Don't tell me that I am actually quite attractive."
Not long after, the Yan Yue gradually calmed down. After leaving Mu Wenxuan's arms, he apologized and slowly sat down: "I really don't have the face to return to the Yan Clan. Sooner or later, I will have to do it for you."
Grandpa Yanlong and the others took revenge and wiped out Liu Shizong with blood."
Seeing this scene, Mu Wenxuan knew that Yan Yue's hatred for Liu Shizong was completely deep-rooted from this moment on.
"Miss Yanyue, I. I want to ask you, what are the ice-skull skulls and the secret soul environment you are talking about? And what is the relationship between your Yan clan and Liu Shi Sect? Why Chen
There have never been any traces of you in the Yun Empire?" After Mu Wenxuan hesitated, he slowly sat down and asked.
But before the words could be finished, Yan Yue's whole body trembled, her eyes suddenly tightened, one hand turned into hot lava, she stood up and pressed towards Mu Wenxuan's neck: "Who are you? Why do you want to know these things?"