Because his habit of sitting in a wheelchair was suppressed by blood for a long time, Dugu Mingyue felt a little discomfort in his legs after landing, but he quickly adapted to it.
There was a hint of disbelief in her eyes, and her face looked a little confused.
What's going on?
It turned out to be not my own illusion.
At that moment, she inexplicably felt that the heavy pressure on her body seemed to lighten, and her whole body flew into the air involuntarily.
She felt as if she were soaring quickly, as if... the seal that had imprisoned her for many years disappeared in an instant.
Is this possible?
This imprisonment has lasted for nearly fifteen years, but at that moment, I felt that it had been lifted?
Lord Silver Moon paused in his movements, his eyes lit up with a smile, "Mingyue you? You can stand up now."
Dugu Mingyue lowered her head and looked at her hands, her eyes filled with stars.
Turning his head, his eyes were locked on the confused second-level messenger, and he suddenly jumped up and struck!
"Bang!" After a loud noise, the second-level messenger felt a mighty force spread out from the opponent's body.
His whole body flew out uncontrollably and hit the city wall.
The guy immediately let out a miserable cry and fell from the sky along the damaged city wall.
Xiaopang dragged Wen Ye, Ning Feng and brothers and happened to hide under the city tower. He wanted to find an inconspicuous place to stand for a while and take a look at the situation.
Unexpectedly, the second-level messenger came down from above their heads with a large piece of gravel and dust.
Several people hurriedly dispersed, and as soon as they cleared a small open space, they heard a scream that pierced their eardrums.
The second-level messenger struck the small open space between them in an indescribably weird posture.
The messenger's face was most likely flattened by this force, and was deeply embedded in the soil. There was no reaction for a long time.
Xiaopang walked around him for a few steps curiously, "You won't be knocked unconscious just like that, right?"
The force that just knocked down the second-level messenger was so strong.
So in addition to those powerful Gujiang tribesmen, there is still a peerless master left on the city tower?
As soon as the second-level messenger went up, he bumped into someone else's knife. He was shot so badly that he was probably paralyzed...
The chubby boy rubbed the edge of the second-level messenger's robe with his foot, "Sir Messenger, are you okay?"
"Does it look like he's okay?" Wen Ye's eyes twitched, and he barely suppressed his smile.
"Messenger!" The sixth-level messenger Fang Fang hurried over with two disciples, his face full of anxiety.
"Mr. Messenger!" Zhou Jian frowned and shouted.
"Isn't it just that you were shot?" Xiaopang muttered secretly, which earned the sixth-level messenger Fang Fang a cold look.
"What are you doing standing still? Hurry up and help the messenger up!" Yu Wenyou rushed forward a few steps, speaking in shock, and stretched out his hands to help him involuntarily.
"Yes, yes, yes, help me up quickly, Master Envoy, Master Envoy." The sixth-level envoy Fang Fang called to two disciples to come forward to help.
Several people worked hard to free the Messenger's face from being embedded in the soil.
After pulling the second-level messenger out of the ground, the fat guys looked weird and lowered their heads while suppressing laughter.
The second-level messenger’s entire face is still square, and he’s very confused!
The little fat ones lowered their heads, bulged their cheeks, and tried their best to suppress their laughter.