Yue Yingcai actually knew Mo Chuan, and even called him Brother Chuan?
Tang Yirong was lying on the ground, not caring about the pain all over her body. Her eyes were wide open and her face was full of disbelief.
You know, Yue Yingcai is a genius on the list of geniuses.
Aren't the geniuses supposed to be extremely proud and look down on everything?
Why do you still condescend to call me Brother Mo Chuanchuan?
This is degrading one’s status!
"Why don't you speak? I'll ask again, answer me!!!"
"Brother Chuan is the most invincible. He can kill all the warriors in Nanwu City instantly. Well, do you think there is a problem?"
Yue Yingcai cast a cold gaze, and there was even a trace of murderous intent in this gaze, as if Tang Yirong was not satisfied with her next answer and was going to kill her on the spot.
Yue Yingcai felt a little anxious.
Really, it’s impossible not to do this!
Tang Yirong just wanted to borrow a knife to kill someone, so she borrowed her own knife to kill Brother Chuan.
He must deal with this matter now, otherwise, if Brother Chuan misunderstands and thinks that he really has any thoughts about Tang Yirong's "killing with a borrowed knife" proposal, then he will really be more unjust than Dou E!
"??" Tang Yirong became even more confused and forgot to speak for a moment.
Damn it, Yue Yingcai actually knelt down and licked Mo Chuan to this extent?!
No wonder her "kill with a borrowed knife" plan failed.
Tantaijiao couldn't calm down either, and the worry on her pretty face had turned into shock now.
It turned out that her worries were unnecessary. Yue Yingcai knew Mo Chuan and would not be deceived by Tang Yirong's tricks. Moreover, it seemed that he respected Mo Chuan very much??
boom!
At this moment, a loud noise suddenly sounded,
It's Yue Yingcai.
He finally couldn't bear it anymore.
The pressure of infuriating energy suddenly erupted, exerting all the pressure on Tang Yirong.
A streak of blood suddenly overflowed from the corner of Tang Yirong's mouth. At the same time, her face became distorted, cold sweat broke out on her forehead, and she was in great pain.
Yue Yingcai's eyes were red, he stared at Tang Yirong, and shouted: "Damn!!! Are you deaf? I'm asking you a question, answer it quickly, do you think there is a problem?!"
"No?? No?? problem." Tang Yirong came back to her senses, turned pale, and said quickly, her voice was broken, and she was obviously extremely frightened inside.
"Since there is no problem, why don't you meet Brother Chuan as soon as possible! After all, meeting someone like Brother Chuan is a blessing that you have cultivated for three lifetimes!" Yue Yingcai looked coldly and stared at Tang Yirong as he continued.
"Yes, yes!" Tang Yirong was so stared at by Yue Yingcai that her scalp went numb. She quickly got up from the ground, kowtowed to Mo Chuan, and said in a trembling voice: "Greetings, Brother Chuan! Meet Brother Chuan!"
Meet Brother Chuan!"
She said it three times in a row, which is enough to show the fear in her heart now.
In fact, Tang Yirong did regret it. Damn it, if she knew that Mo Chuan knew Yue Yingcai, she would never kill anyone with a borrowed knife. This is a complete suicide attempt!
"Okay, let's kick her out."
Mo Chuan looked at Tang Yirong who was kneeling before him, a trace of disgust flashed across his face, he waved his hand and said.
"Yes, Brother Chuan!"
Yue Yingcai said respectfully, and then he looked at Tang Yirong coldly.
"Get out!!!"
The sound of cold drinks sounded, and powerful pressure descended.
Under this pressure, Tang Yirong shivered, her eyes showing fear.
The next second.
"Poof!" She spat out a large mouthful of blood, and her whole body flew upside down like a kite with its string broken.
Outside the ruins palace.
Many warriors were still chatting lively, talking about ruins, assessments, and rewards.
Among the crowd, Meng Xiaoqiong had a look of expectation in her eyes, a sneer on her lips, and murmured to herself: "It's been some time since Mo Chuan entered the ruins palace, right?"
"Presumably Mo Chuan has met his junior sister by now, hehe, hehehe??"
Meng Xiaoqiong had a cruel smile on her face: "I hope you can come out alive after being ravaged by your junior sister. After all, you are very young. It is quite a pity to die so early."
Meng Xiaoqiong's hatred for Mo Chuan is no weaker than that of Tang Yirong.
"Ah!!!" Just as Meng Xiaoqiong was dreaming triumphantly, a scream suddenly came over.
Immediately afterwards, a figure was seen flying out of the ruins palace.
Bang!!!
This figure fell hard to the ground, attracting everyone's attention.
"It's Tang Yirong! The saint of the Sunset Sect!"
A warrior with sharp eyes recognized Tang Yirong's identity at a glance.
"What?"
Meng Xiaoqiong's face froze, and she quickly rushed out of the crowd and ran to the figure.
She took a closer look and saw a young woman with disheveled hair, serious injuries, and her eyes closed. It was her junior sister, Tang Yirong!
"Little junior sister, what's wrong with you?"
Meng Xiaoqiong's expression changed greatly, and she hurriedly knelt down, stretched out her hand and put it on Tang Yirong, supplying her with vitality and treating her.
Tang Yirong opened her eyes slightly and said with difficulty: "Yes?? It's Mo Chuan, senior sister?? No?"
Before she finished speaking, Tang Yirong closed her eyes and passed out again.