Anger flashed in Feng Manxiu's eyes, and he raised his hand to seal several of Murong Wushuang's acupuncture points, and quickly picked up the wand she had dropped.
In a hurry, he picked her up and flew towards the palace in a hurry.
"Wushuang, hold on, you'll be fine, you'll be fine..."
He was going very fast, and he was still mumbling to himself
Feng Manxiu held Murong Wushuang in his arms and walked away. The dead branches and leaves in the air were still falling.
There was a sudden crunching sound from the thick pile of branches on the ground.
Immediately afterwards, a dark shadow emerged from the pile of branches.
The figure of that man is a bit strange. If you look carefully, it is not difficult to find that he seems to be holding a person.
The moonlight reflected his dusty face and his deep eyes. Although his face was covered with scars, it was not scary. Instead, he had a strange beauty.
If Yan Rumeng, the boss of Jiuchong Tianque, was here, he would definitely recognize him immediately
This person is none other than Yin Shuang, one of the people in charge of her Nine Heavenly Palace.
The person in Yinshuang's arms was not only covered with dust, but also his body.
The black robe on the man's body was full of tears, and the blood and dust spilled out of the tears were mixed together, making him look embarrassed.
Not only his body, but also his face were covered with wounds covered in dust.
This person is the Shadow King of Canghai Yinsha and Feng Lin Shadow who was hit by Murong Wushuang's magic tornado.
She lowered her face and looked at Canghai Yinsha in her arms. Yinshuang gently shook her head.
"If I had known things would turn out like this, brother probably shouldn't have given up the position of Shadow King to you!"
Carefully combing his messy hair, Yin Shuang let out a long sigh, her eyes filled with care and distress.
"Let's go! Now, it's time for all this to end! Brother, take you to a safe place!"
Stand up straight, Yinshuang dodges and rises
The moonlight reflected his back holding Canghai Yinsha, making it look a little heavy.
Soon, the figures of Yinshuang and Yinsha disappeared into the darkness in the distance.
In mid-air, broken leaves and dust still fall from time to time.
In the far east, the early morning light is spreading little by little