The Ouyang family's shadow guards were originally besieging Molian City, but they resorted to rat weapons and were in a dilemma.
Everyone looked at Ouyang Chong, waiting for his next instruction.
Ouyang Chong also felt that it was extremely difficult and his face was extremely ugly.
"Chengcheng?!" Qu Tan'er called out carefully.
Mo Liancheng's body trembled, and his eyes gradually regained clarity. He turned around, and in a flash, the figure approached Qu Tan'er, squatted down, his heartache overflowed, and asked eagerly: "Tan'er? Tan'er, how are you?
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"I'm fine..."
"My king, take a look." He checked Qu Tan'er's pulse.
"Don't worry, I took the Qu Clan's soul-reviving pill. But you...are injured, what should I do?"
"..."
He carefully hugged her sideways, but did not answer her question.
Not long after.
The Ouyang family had no chance to take action.
A white shadow flashed in the distance from the distance. The powerful aura was shocking! The speed was also amazing.
In the blink of an eye, a figure appeared in the courtyard of Ouyang's family, floating in the wind. It was Mo Yifeng. With his immortal appearance, no one could tell how anxious he was, but it was enough for him to abandon a large group and rush over first.
It shows how much he attaches importance to it! As soon as he came up, he said: "Ouyang Chong, you two father and son really can't inherit a little bit of Ouyang Huyan's style from back then."
"It's a small thing that you can't inherit it, but the longer you live, the less human you become." An old voice followed another sentence. As soon as the words finished, an old man wearing a simple gray shirt appeared, holding a
The green bamboo stick is somewhat similar to the dog-beating stick used by the elder of the Beggar Clan that Qu Tan'er saw on TV. Of course, the old man's clothes are simple, but it will not make people think that he is poor.
On the contrary, it will make people awe-inspiring.
How many people can do this for an old man who stands in such a high position and is willing to live a simple life without any wealth or luxury? At least, Qu Tan'er has never seen anyone in his long life.
In an instant, Qu Tan'er's favorable impression of the old man improved a lot.
Mo Liancheng frowned slightly and remained silent.
The two of them accepted the looking gaze from the old man calmly.
"Chief Qu's arrival is so fast. Our Black Ink Clan relies on the fastest iron-blooded bats, but you have two legs. Ha! I admire you. However, your mouth is still so powerful. Look, you can curse
Ouyang and his gang can't even hold their heads up." Mo Yifeng smiled lightly, glanced at the people present with a hint of fun, and then landed on Ouyang Chong.
Ouyang Chong was stunned when he saw the two of them.
Patriarch Qu glanced at Mo Yifeng calmly, "Chief Mo, I'm not here to quarrel with you today."
"Okay, let's put aside today's grudges between the two Moqu clans. Let's settle Ouyang's problem first." Mo Yifeng, in elegant clothes, flew to the ground, and walked towards Mo Liancheng in an elegant and unobtrusive manner.
, those sharp eyes swept him over and over, and then fell on Qu Tan'er, "Hey, girl, you are very tired."
"Thanks to you, I can't die."
"Haha, why did your mouth suddenly become sweet? I am not the only one who saved you."
"I don't appreciate you at all." Qu Tan'er said lightly.
"..." A certain clan leader smiled and raised his eyebrows.
Men who don't like her are really not popular.
"Yifeng, help me." Mo Liancheng suddenly spoke heavily.