The surging crowd was like running water, and naturally divided into a path.
Qian Yan followed behind with a solemn expression.
In the camp belonging to Liusha Island, Baili Mu was sitting on a soft couch with a gloomy expression. Qian Yan stepped forward and said in a respectful tone, "Master, these people from the Qingyun Sect are so ignorant. Do you want us to be angry..."
As he spoke, he made a solemn gesture.
If he dares to ask his master for something, he is simply too impatient to live!
Bailimu nodded and said in an indifferent tone, "Just follow the arrangements."
Qian Yan's eyes flashed with excitement, and he could finally move his hands.
It's night, as cool as water.
There was silence in the mountains, but in this seemingly peaceful but slightly unstable night, a storm was about to come.
A figure sneaked into the tent like a ghost, silently, and slowly made its way towards Long Qingyue, who was sleeping on the soft couch.
The figure approached until it was confirmed that there was no one else around, and Long Qingyue fell into a coma again. The man walked forward swaggeringly, reached out and rummaged around Long Qingyue's body. After searching to no avail, the man
He frowned unwillingly and was about to retreat when his wrist was suddenly grabbed by a force.
He turned around and saw that the man who had been in a coma had woken up. His eyes were like lightning, clear and sharp. There was no sign of being comatose and sleeping. Instead, he seemed to have carefully planned it. The man reacted and was shocked in his heart.
The other palm turned into a knife and slashed into the air ahead.
Long Qingyue sneered and struck out with his fingers like lightning. The man felt a numbness in his chest and couldn't move.
He reached out and pulled off the veil on the man's face, revealing a familiar face, Nangong Ling.
"Prince, what's the important thing for your late-night visit?" Long Qingyue asked leisurely. Baili Mushi's restraint on her body has been slowly lifted, and she obviously expected that someone would attack her at night.
Unexpectedly, the first person to come was Nangong Ling.
Nangong Ling's eyes showed fear, "You, aren't you seriously injured?"
Everyone thought that the strange treasure was with Baili Mu, but Nangong Ling didn't dare to argue with Baili Mu, so he had to run to Long Qingyue to check the situation. Speaking of which, Nangong Ling's ability to make mistakes is really not small.
The treasure is indeed in Long Qingyue's body.
"Although I was injured, I can still use it to deal with you." Long Qingyue grinned, her eyes bright and her teeth as bright as the moon.
"I am the current crown prince. If you touch a hair on my head, I will kill all nine of your clans!"
"Ha..." Long Qingyue's eyes turned cold, and murderous intent flashed across her face, "It seems that the prince still doesn't know his situation. You have fallen into my hands, how are you going to kill my nine tribes?"
She has not forgotten the little tricks Nangong Ling did behind the scenes, which was just to kill the two brothers and Nangong Yun.
He wanted to harm Nangong Yun, which was none of her business, but if he wanted to take action against the brother and sister, she would not be polite. In the past, she held back and did not explode because the time had not come yet.
There was a flash of black light in his hand, and Long Qingyue struck out with his palm, hitting the Baihui point on the top of Nangong Ling's head. It was neither light nor heavy, and Nangong Ling fainted immediately.
Someone immediately appeared in the darkness and took the unconscious Nangong Ling out.
"Xiao Huihui, I'll give you a task." Long Qingyue's eyes flashed with a hint of calculation, and she touched her chin and said with a half-smile.
When Huo Yu heard that there was a mission, he immediately flapped his little wings excitedly, with stars in his eyes, and asked excitedly: "Xiao Yueyue, what mission is it?"
