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She hurriedly lowered her head and looked at Wen Ruyu who had closed her eyes and slowly opened them again. She was happy and excited for a moment, and tears overflowed her eyes again: "Wen Ruyu, you are not dead? You are not dead, right?"

Wen Ruyu's weak face revealed a faint smile and said, "Did I say I was going to die?"

"You!" Mo Wei was speechless, her red eyes suddenly widened, and a sense of shame and excitement surged into her heart. She looked down at his penetrated left chest and said, "But, but you..."

"Weiwei, you still don't know me well enough..." Wen Ruyu's cold hand held her little hand and placed it on the right side of his wound. On the right side of his chest, there was a vital beating heart. He said softly, "My Heart, on the right side.”

Mo Wei's heart suddenly skipped a beat. They were so close to each other, but she had never noticed...

She clenched her trembling crown, sobbing and crying again. She trembled and roared at him: "Wen Ruyu! You are kidding me!"

"Did you just say you love me?" Wen Ruyu teased with a smile.

"You heard wrong!"

"Listen clearly."

Mo Wei lowered her head, with a gloomy face. She lifted Wen Ruyu up with all her strength and gave it to the three believers. As if she was out of breath, she gave each of the three believers a loud slap with her backhand.

If they had come earlier, Wen Ruyu might not have been injured!
The believers received their punishment in silence without saying a word.

She walked up to Wen Ruyu, and the raised palm was about to fall. Wen Ruyu closed her eyes and did not dodge.

Her hands stayed in the air for a long time. She looked at him so vividly in front of her and her eyes were red again. After thinking about it, she shook hands, lowered them, moved forward, and kissed his cold lips.

This move made the believers stunned, and even Wen Ruyu opened her eyes in surprise.

After the kiss ended, Mo Wei glared at the peeking cultist.

The believer immediately lowered his head, not daring to look further.

Mo Wei's voice gradually returned to its usual calmness, and she ordered to the believers: "Take Elder Wen to a safe area to recuperate. If anything goes wrong, I will kill you."

"Yes."

Mo Wei turned her unfriendly gaze to Wen Ruyu's face again and said, "Go away, I don't want to see you."

Seeing that her demeanor returned to the arrogance of the past, Wen Ruyu seemed to be used to it. She chuckled and said, "Then, be careful in everything."

"You want to tell me?"

"Yes, Ruyu talks too much, Ruyu excuses himself."

the other side.

Beigong Tengxiao chased in the direction of Chu Jiaoli. After Mo Wuyou's bloodstains were washed away by the rain, new bloodstains appeared again.

The line was full of followers of the Netherworld Sect. The sword he was holding was dripping with blood, and the followers around him fell to the ground.

Suddenly everything in front of him was dim, and if he wasn't paying attention, a knife was cut behind him.

His legs were weak and he stood there to catch his breath. There were believers surrounding him.

"Swear to protect the leader to the death!" A cultist shouted loudly and stabbed him in the chest with his sword.

The sword edge was only an inch away, and the cultist who attacked him suddenly stopped, blood spilled from the corner of his mouth, and he fell to the ground with a stunned expression.A series of tiny ice needles cut through the air and pierced the vital points of the surrounding believers. They all fell to the ground without even making a sound of struggle.

Beigong Tengxiao's vision returned to clarity for a moment, and he breathed a sigh of relief when he saw this familiar technique.

Bei Gong Qianqiu rushed over and helped the crumbling Bei Gong Tengxiao, took out the medicine bottle from his arms, opened the cork with one hand, poured out the pills inside, gave him a drink, and said: "The green bell rings. antidote."

Beigong Tengxiao swallowed the pill, exhaled gently, sneered and said, "Why save me?"

If he died, wouldn't Beigong Qianqiu be happier?
Beigong Qianqiu also smiled coldly, not inferior to his arrogance, and said: "Myolie asked me to save you."

Beigong Tengxiao raised his eyebrows slightly and said, "You and Chu Jiaoxing have always been inseparable. You are here, where is she?"

"Bah." A broken sword bounced onto the rock and then fell down. In the woods, Chu Jiaoxing caught Mo Wei with her backhand and pinned her down on the tree.

Seeing that her strength was not as harsh as before, Mo Wei tried to break away, but Chu Jiaoxing had to tighten her strength and said, "Be honest."

Mo Wei frowned, with unwillingness in her beautiful eyes. There were corpses scattered on the ground, and the members of the Yousheng Cult sent by Wen Ruyu to protect her were all killed. Her heart was beating faster and faster, never thinking about Chu Jiao. Xing actually caught up so quickly, that master...

She tilted her head and shouted at Chu Jiaoxing: "Chu Jiaoxing, if you want to hurt Master, just run over my body!"

Chu Jiaoxing looked at her back, frowned slightly, and said: "You and I are very different in strength. If I want to kill you, it will be easy."

When she thought that Mo Wei's body might be related to her by blood, she really couldn't make a killing move.

Just thinking about it for a moment, he reduced his strength a little, almost giving Mo Wei a chance to break free.

Chu Jiaoxing bit her lip sorely and kept herself alert at all times. He took out the hair tie on her head and tied her wrists, and led her towards the mountain road, shouting: "Let's go!"

The mountain road was steep and rugged, and the footprints we walked were all diluted by the rain. In the blink of an eye, two days and nights had passed.

Rainy days always get dark very quickly. It's not even close to evening, but the outline of the mountains and rivers in the distance is already a bit blurry, mixed with the white mist after the rain. Everyone's pace slows down unconsciously.

Chu Jiaoli's face was pale and weak, her legs weakened and she threw herself to the ground.

Between these desolate and endless mountains, there was a fruit tree, and she had not seen a single animal. She had been walking for three days and three nights. Her legs were so paralyzed that she could not move. Her lips and teeth trembled slightly and she said: "I can't walk anymore... …”

Mo Wuyou slightly narrowed his phoenix eyes, looked at the limp woman on the ground, and sneered slightly. It was just that his internal strength was exhausted, he was seriously injured, and his physical strength was not much better now. He turned around to look, and walked to the quiet place. The Holy Cult's stronghold is still a certain distance away, so we have to stop and spend the night tonight.

He breathed a sigh of relief, sat on the ground, looked at the mountains and rivers in the distance, and did not return to his senses for a long time.

Seeing that Mo Wuyou was so calm and collected in such a dangerous situation, it was hard to imagine that the injury on his Pipa bone and the damaged tendons had not been properly healed. He was still the same person from the Netherworld Saint Cult. The overlord who covers the sky with one hand.

"If Master returns smoothly this time, even if the imperial court kills the Netherworld Sect until only Master is left, the Netherworld Sect will not be defeated."

There was a coldness in Mo Wuyou's eyes, and a bloodthirsty cold light flashed across, and he said: "Of course he can't fall."

He has always been conceited, and he does have the capital to be conceited.

Chu Jiaoli bit her lip, hoping that at that time, he could keep his promise...

"I have nothing to do, let me tell you a secret." Mo Wuyou suddenly said.

Chu Jiaoli looked up at him and raised her eyebrows slightly. Mo Wuyou, who had always been mysterious and unpredictable, would actually tell her a secret?