Yan Xihua let go of her hands and reluctantly tried to open her eyes. She vaguely saw the dazzling redness on her hands. She closed her eyes tightly in pain and said in a hoarse voice, "Damn it, who is it?!"
It wasn't until the pain in her eyes eased that she climbed up, opened the door and walked out.
Mo Sheng saw her eyes closed tightly and blood dripping from the corners of her eyes, and frowned, "What's wrong?"
"Failed." She said expressionlessly, casually wrapping her eyes with a handkerchief, and said coldly, "There is a very powerful character in that castle, he can break my witchcraft."
Mo Sheng was obviously surprised, "Who could it be?"
Yan Xihua groped to the wine cabinet. Mo Sheng walked over and poured her a glass of red wine. She poured it down, squeezed the glass tightly in her hand, and then crushed it with a "pop", her voice fierce, "No matter who it is, I
We must find out everything!”
There can only be one wizard Yan Xihua in this world!
Suddenly, she realized something and said with a tense expression, "Oh no, that person found this place!"
Mo Sheng narrowed his eyes and said, "I'll arrange a car to leave."
Yan Xihua slowly shook her head, "No, it's too late, they're already here."
As soon as she finished speaking, the alarm bell in the room rang. It was a line of defense set up by Yan Xihua using witchcraft. As long as there was an intrusion from outsiders, the alarm would be triggered immediately.
Mo Sheng didn't waste any time, turned around and shouted, "Hunshi!"
A flash of white light suddenly appeared, the light receded, and a giant white lion appeared faintly.
"Get out of here right now." After Mo Sheng finished speaking, he jumped on its back, looked down at Yan Xihua, he pondered for a moment, then stretched out his hand towards her, "Come on, I'll take you away."
Yan Xihua was stunned, as if she did not expect that Mo Sheng would do this. Although the two of them had joined forces, they both knew that the ultimate goal was just the mythical beasts. As long as they found the remaining two and subdued the four around Su Huanhuan
, it will never be a problem. Yan Xihua is a descendant of a dark wizard, and her existence will sooner or later be a threat to Mo Sheng. Now, while there is a problem with her eyes, wouldn't it be a good opportunity to eradicate her?
Seeming to see her doubts, Mo Sheng sneered, "You said that there is a difference between you and me. I am not as ruthless as you."
Yan Xihua's body trembled slightly, she turned away, bit her lip, said nothing, and stretched out her hand.
Mo Sheng grabbed her, pulled her onto Hun Shi's back, and shouted, "Hun Shi, let's go!"
Hunshi let out a low roar, immediately entered the invisible state, jumped out of the window with them, silently passed through the heavy surroundings outside, and disappeared into the vast night in the blink of an eye.
…
Huanhuan was holding an obsidian cane that shone with a strange blue luster, standing stiffly in the living room, her eyes widened in disbelief, and her shoulders were shaking uncontrollably.
Just now, she felt the power coming from the cane, and it fit so harmoniously with her. No matter how hard she tried to resist and escape, she could not deny that this cane was so intimate, as if it was a part of her body.
…
Mo Yan and other mythical beasts were standing around, their eyes also full of surprise. Even they couldn't explain what was going on with the power that was instantly filling Huan Huan's body.
Zhong Kun walked over slowly, his expression of astonishment mixed with a touch of complexity. He had seen the scene just now clearly, and he also saw Huan Huan holding the witch's cane, as if he had changed into a different person. Noble and cool.
, inviolable. He only hoped that the reality was not what they imagined, otherwise, it would be too cruel to the eldest young master and Huanhuan.
Suddenly, Huanhuan threw away the cane, like shaking off a hot potato. She lowered her head in fear, not daring to look at anyone. As soon as the cane left her hand, the few strands of blue light on it disappeared immediately and disappeared again.
It turned back to its original smooth and dark appearance.
No, she's not, she's not...
At this moment, a pair of strong arms pulled her over and hugged her tightly.
Mojia hugged her, held the back of her head with his big hands, and pressed her face into his arms, "Nothing happened! Just now, nothing happened! Did you hear that?" His words seemed to be burning.
Deep in her heart.
Huanhuan's body was still trembling, and in her wide eyes, the uneasiness was like a snowball, growing bigger and bigger.
Xiao Yanche walked over, picked up the cane, glanced at Huanhuan, said nothing, just put it away, turned around and went upstairs.
Mo Jia hugged Huanhuan and said to Zhong Kun, "I'll leave the rest to you." He also hugged Huanhuan and left.
Back in the room, the cool colors of black, white and gray make people feel depressed for the first time.
Huanhuan was sitting on the bed, as if she still hadn't escaped from the shock just now, her pale cheeks were drained of color, and her lips were trembling so painfully that it made people feel distressed. Mojia knelt down, clasped her cold hands, and spoke in an indifferent voice.
He asked the temperature, "Just now, it was just a coincidence, it means nothing!"
Huanhuan finally raised her head and looked into his eyes, which were gradually soaked by the mist. She choked and said, "Mojia, actually... I have felt it a long time ago... I, I dare not say...
"
Mojia's heart tightened, and he held her cheeks that were wet from crying. His handsome face was shrouded in a layer of murderous aura, and a few traces of blood flashed freely in his dark pupils, "You are my fantasy! You are my daughter.
Mommy! Other than that, you are nobody!"
Huanhuan cried and shook his head, "Mojia, let's not deceive ourselves anymore. I can get power from the cane. This is the whole truth. I am, I am..."
Huanhuan didn't have the courage to say the following words. She remembered the dream, where Mojia pointed a gun at her...
Looking at her, Mojia lifted her chin, forcing her to look at him, and said word by word, "Even if you are the reincarnation of a poor man, so what?"
Huan Huan was shocked and bit her lip even harder.
Mojia's eyebrows were dark, and he suddenly kissed her lips. Huan Huan's tears never stopped. He kissed her very carefully, and kissed away her anxiety, her grievances, and her tears.
After a long time, he realized that Huanhuan could hardly breathe, and then he slowly left, staring into her tearful eyes, and said, "Su Huanhuan, you just need to remember one thing in your stupid head."
The lines of Junrong became more and more tense, naturally showing a domineering air, "You are my Mojia's woman."
Huanhuan couldn't describe how much shock and emotion he brought to her. One sentence had already carried everything for her. No matter who she was, as long as she was still his woman, that was enough.