Er Er kept an eye on Nan Qing when he was practicing his martial arts. When he saw his male partner entering the cave, Er Er knew what this guy wanted to do.
Er Er quickly said: "Nan Qing, he is preparing to attack you!"
This is a dangerous male partner who will kill you in minutes.
Although Nan Qing was exercising her skills, she was also alert. When she heard Er Er's voice, she fell down quickly.
At this moment, Mo Xingsha struck with a palm, and Nan Qing just managed to avoid the blow. She lay down in the coffin and slowly opened her eyes.
With a pair of blood-red eyes full of danger and indifference, she looked at the man standing next to the coffin.
Mo Xingsha had already retracted his hands and looked at her behind his back. He was stunned for a moment.
Dressed in red, her stunning face is pretty enough, but her eyes are actually blood red, like a little fairy.
A hint of calculation flashed across Mo Xingsha's eyes, and he lowered his head slightly: "Saint."
Nan Qing gathered his strength and sat up and said in a cold voice: "Who are you?"
She remembered everything about her past, but after a hundred years, everything was unfamiliar to her.
Mo Xingcha looked down at the woman inside the coffin and said, "I am the leader of the Holy Cult, Mo Xingcha."
She frowned slightly: "Cult leader? Then what is my identity?"
Both people claimed to be me, and the scene was a bit strange for a moment.
Moreover, the auras of the two people are also secretly competing with each other.
The Great Elder couldn't hear what they were saying outside the door, but he did see Leader Mo attack the Saint. The Saint had just woken up and had not yet recovered...
The great elder pretended not to know what had just happened.
Now that there are two masters, no matter which one he takes, he will make mistakes, so it is better to let them fight among themselves.
Mo Xingcha was particularly unhappy seeing her arrogant look, but he also found it particularly interesting. After all, no one had been so arrogant in front of him since he took the position of leader.
The man sat down on the edge of the coffin and looked down at her: "You have been sleeping for hundreds of years. The Holy Religion has changed a long time ago. I am the current leader. What else do you want to ask the Saint?"
The book records that she was also called a saint during her reign.
Nan Qing felt her head hurt. She had just woken up and felt uncomfortable all over. But there was a man staring at her with eager eyes, and she couldn't show any weakness at all.
Er Er crossed his legs gracefully: "Don't worry, you've regained your strength and you're far behind him. Even if you're not feeling well and be careful, he still can't kill you."
"Then how did the original owner die?"
"I don't know." He said confidently.
"...."
Er Er coughed and said, "Ahem, I'm so confused. I know that the original owner died because he went crazy while practicing martial arts."
When Nan Qing heard this answer, he immediately told himself secretly, be careful not to go crazy when practicing.
"Does the saint plan to sit in there all the time?"
Mo Xingsha had been looking at her for a long time. Why was he a little dull? Could it be that he had slept for hundreds of years and his brain was not working properly? But the way he spoke just now didn't sound like he was stupid.
Nan Qing didn't even look at him, but raised her slender hand: "Hel me up."
This makes the caller's posture just right, not artificial but extremely noble, as if she was born to stand in the clouds and be looked up to.
Mo Xingsha didn't want to help her, because it would seem that his status was lower than hers.
But as soon as she finished speaking, he unconsciously reached out to help someone.
When her cold hand rested on his palm, he came to his senses, and Mo Xingsha's face turned dark immediately.
With a dark face, he grabbed her hand and roughly pulled her up!