Mu Hanyue's face was expressionless, and her eyes were cold: "Compared with these, I am more afraid of losing, do you understand?"
What she fears most is losing Jun Moye, she doesn't want it, she absolutely doesn't want it.
Therefore, no matter what, we must find a way to destroy the man in black!
Even if the price paid is high, it doesn't matter. As long as she doesn't die, it doesn't matter even if she uses up all her power!
A pair of cold pupils moved, Qingyuan did not speak again, nor did she ask any more questions. A slight smile passed by the corner of her mouth, but the look in her eyes became more and more serious.
The power of the two was slowly being consumed, but the man in black who was in a stalemate with the two was exactly the opposite. His expression was relaxed, but his eyes showed disdain and arrogance. He glanced at the two women in front of him and gave a bloodthirsty smile:
"It's time to end! You two are the sacrifices to celebrate the rebirth of my extraterrestrial demon clan!"
As this cold and strange voice fell, a trace of killing and blood flashed across the man's black eyes. No longer wasting time, his eyes turned cold, and a black halo burst out from his body, showing great power!
"You all must die for me!"
With the crazy increase in power, how could Mu Hanyue and Qingyuan alone be able to defeat him? How could he be the opponent of the man in black? The blood in his body surged crazily. There was a touch of fishy sweetness in his throat, and he spat out a mouthful of bright red liquid.
Liquid. Because the force was too strong, their bodies were blown away like kites with broken strings.
"moon!"
"Qing'er!"
"Little girl!"
"..." Along with the voices of these men, several figures flew forward, increased their speed to the extreme, and then flew towards the two white figures.
Mu Hanyue frowned and fell into a warm and strong chest. The familiar breath spread on her face, accompanied by the man's low scolding voice: "Xiaoyue'er, be good and have a good rest here.
.As for the man in black...leave it to me!"
He was clearly reprimanding, but there was no trace of rebuke in his voice. Instead, there was only distress and tenderness, and a hint of helpless choking.
Listening to what the man said, Mu Hanyue almost subconsciously grabbed his arm with both hands, raised her eyes and looked directly into Jun Moye's pupils, frowning: "Ye, it's very dangerous."
Seeing the fleeting panic deep in his eyes, Jun Moye rubbed her hair, tapped the tip of her nose affectionately, and smiled softly: "Xiao Yue'er, believe me."
The man's voice echoed in Mu Hanyue's ears like a magical voice. The low, hoarse and evil voice dispelled the panic and uneasiness in Mu Hanyue's heart, and her heart slowly calmed down.
Mu Hanyue left his arms, her eyes narrowed dangerously, but a playful smile appeared at the corner of her mouth: "Ye, you still owe me a wedding, remember. If you break your promise, I will remarry!"
"you dare!"
A pair of twinkling purple eyes became extremely deep, and the aura on his body also became low and dangerous at this moment.
"Do you think I dare?" The woman's brows were filled with cold pride, showing no fear at all.
Qingyuan's body was caught by Jun Wuyao first, and he hugged her tightly with his big hands. His eyes focused on the blood-stained corners of her mouth and dress. Her eyes suddenly turned sinister, but she was extremely distressed.
"Qing'er, who else is injured?"
He could only feel that she had suffered serious internal injuries, but he didn't know whether there were others left behind by him.