When the horses felt the aura emanating from the Thunder Beast and the baby, they all lowered their heads and tucked their tails, showing a look of fear. Even the famous horse under Ming Lie subconsciously took a step back, losing all pride.
The car door opened, and a figure landed gracefully under the car.
The black hair is like ink, the white clothes are like snow, standing still, there is a myriad of elegance of its own.
It's none other than Mo Li, the young master of the Mo family.
"so hot!"
"Master Mo, I love you!"
The "cheerleading team" headed by the daughter of Yinzhuang immediately cheered.
Behind her, Xu Zixiao, Lin Niuer and other gang brothers dismounted from their horses, knelt on one knee respectfully and saluted her.
"I will wait patiently for you, Sir, to return in triumph!"
Li Li nodded slightly, "Back off!"
Everyone jumped onto their horses in unison, turned around and galloped away.
He comes in a hurry and leaves in a hurry. Well-trained soldiers are better than strong soldiers.
Li Qiye is not a person who likes to be high-profile. This time he deliberately made such a high-profile pedestrian, but it was intentional.
Firstly, it was to boost the morale of her fourth team, and secondly, it was to let everyone understand that although she, Mo Li, was not in Chang'an, Chang'an City was still her territory of Blood Rose, and those who wanted to act wild had to be careful.
Weigh, weigh.
In addition, there is one more thing.
That is, using a high profile in the open and a low profile in the dark to confuse the enemy.
It seems that she has shown all her strength, but in fact, including the armors of the team members and her own strength, they are far beyond the scope of the opponent's understanding.
Mo Li understood in his heart that Minglie was determined to win this time, even if he did not hesitate to make such a big bet.
This trip to the misty forest is definitely dangerous.
Looking past Ming Lie on the horse, Mo Li spoke in an arrogant tone, "Your Highness, I have kept you waiting for so long!"
"As long as Mr. Mo doesn't leave before leaving!" Ming Lie looked at her lightly, a sneer flashed across his lips, and waved his hand to order, "Let's go!"
Today, he didn't care, because he knew that this arrogant young man had reached the end of his arrogance.
Seeing Ming Lie's abnormal reaction, Mo Li became more and more sure of this matter.
Mingyue raised the curtain again, "This carriage is so novel, Mo Li, can I ride with you?!"
Just as Li Qiye was about to speak, he heard someone calling her name urgently, and the voice came from mid-air.
She looked up in confusion and saw a white crane scurrying towards her in mid-air. The crane stepped forward.
The young man's black hair is disheveled and his white robe dances in the wind, as elegant as a fairy. He is the Holy Son of Light, Ming Che.
Stopping in front of her, Mingche jumped off the crane's back before the crane could stop, and hurriedly ran to her.
"Fortunately, I caught up. This is for you!" He panted slightly, obviously coming in a hurry.
Li Qiye looked at the red talisman in his hand in confusion, "His Royal Highness the Holy Son, this...?!"
"I haven't broken through to the holy level yet, and my level of healing talismans is limited. I hope you don't dislike it!" There was a hint of shame in his clear black eyes. It seemed that it was his fault that he couldn't write a higher-level talisman to Mo Li.
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Noticing the obvious bloodshot eyes in his eyes, it was not difficult for Li Qiye to guess that this young man had probably been writing talismans all night long these past few days. Writing talisman paper was already very draining of mystical energy and telekinesis, but he actually wrote this thick
A stack, but I don’t know how much effort it will take.
Lifting up his hands to take the healing talisman in his hand, Li Qiye said in a sincere tone, "Your Highness's talismans are hard to come by. How could Qi Li reject it if he can't get it? I was originally worried about getting hurt, but with these talismans like yours,