"Hiss, be careful!"

Everyone take a breath!

After falling from such a high place, the little waste was in a terrible state!

Mu Qianqian wants to cry but has no tears, God is just playing with her!

The next second, I fell into a cold embrace.

An extremely handsome face magnified in front of his eyes.

The black jade-like phoenix eyes are filled with bright stars, and at a startling glance, mountains and rivers are shattered.

Wearing a black robe, it looks like the spread of ink, with a cold and arrogant temperament, and an extraordinary dignity.

He was looking at himself indifferently, with a noble, awe-inspiring and inviolable temperament, giving people a strong sense of alienation and indifference.

However, the movement of holding him was so gentle, as if he was holding a fragile doll in his arms.

After settling down, the young man gently put Mu Qianqian down.

"Who is this?"

"I don't know him, he looks awesome!"

"Tsk, this little fool is so lucky, someone can save him!"

…

Everyone sighed.

"Young Master, it's getting late! We should enter the palace!" An old man who looked energetic stepped forward and reminded.

"Damn it, that mysterious royal guest, the Young Master of the Hidden Clan, is that him?" The young man exclaimed, suddenly enlightened, and looked in awe at the young man in black robe who suddenly appeared.

Everyone was shocked.

The collective gaze has changed.

They had heard the elders in the family reminding them that the young master of the Yin tribe had a powerful force behind him and they must not offend him.

But who can tell them why His Highness, a good young master, would save the little fool?

He doesn't look like a nosy person.

"Are you okay?" Mo Yan stood there, his voice cold and soft.

Mu Qianqian raised her head, her eyes as bright and pure as black gemstones flashed with confusion.

Suddenly, Mu Qianqian smiled brightly at the young man, innocent and as cunning as a fox.

A soft childish voice sounded at the right time: "Thank you, big brother, for saving my life. If it weren't for you, I would have fallen into the mud!"

In one sentence, everyone was reminded of the consequences of falling off the high platform.

If Mo Yan hadn't come to the rescue in time, maybe what was lying here was a corpse.

"The arena is only one foot high, how could it be smashed into mud?" In the crowd, the young man sneered, showing disdain.

"Of course you can't be geniuses! I'm a waste!" the little girl puffed her cheeks and said righteously.

The delicate and smooth little face, with the shocking birthmark on it, was particularly dazzling.

It just so happens that someone doesn't have the slightest bit of self-consciousness.

It looks like I am a waste and should be thrown into the mud!

The scene was eerily quiet for a few seconds, everyone was shocked by her shameless self-knowledge.

Tsk, could it be that becoming a waste these days is still something worth saying out loud?

She really has the nerve to say it!

Oh, no, her face is worse than faceless!

"You have no shame, the Mu family has completely disgraced you..."

"No matter how shameful I am, it's better than you plotting behind your back. Tell me, why do you want to harm me?"

Mu Qianqian's eyes were fixed on the young man in green robe.

If he hadn't secretly used spiritual power to hit her left leg, would she have fallen off the stage?

"Who, who harmed you? Which eye of yours saw me harming you?" The young man looked evasive and shouted in a rough voice.

What he just did was obviously very covert.

This stinky girl will never see it.

"Noisy!"

Mo Yan's faint voice penetrated, with a hint of coldness and ruthlessness, like thousands of years of ice!

A wave of hand.

Before the young man in green robe could finish his words, his body flew away and he fell to the ground.

A trace of bright red overflowed from the corner of the young man's mouth, followed by bleeding from all his orifices, and he lay paralyzed there, unable to move.

Everyone was silent.

This young master really has a bad temper!

It’s best not to mess with this kind of person!

Mo Yan lowered his head and met the little girl's sparkling eyes, as clear and clear as a spring.

The big eyes are full of curiosity, surprise, and appreciation...

Only there is no fear.

Mo Yan felt warm in his heart, and his handsome face that split the sky could not help but soften a lot.

On his chest, the soul jade was burning hot, as hot as if it was going to burn his whole body.

Mo Yan knelt down, his calm eyes were full of emotions, his gaze was doting and gentle: "Mo Yan, my name!"

"Mo Yan?" Mu Qianqian tilted her head and muttered the name.

A soft and waxy voice floated out of her mouth, and Mo Yan's soul across from her was shocked.

He finally found her!

"Young Master, we..."

"Send her back in person." Mo Yan glanced at the old man with cold eyes, dropped a word, and left in a hurry.

…

Mu Qianqian was sent back to Mu Mansion.

As soon as I entered the room, I couldn't wait to come to the bronze mirror.

In the mirror.

The girl was thin and thin, and her head was covered in blood.

The small face was covered with a large bloody birthmark, red and ferocious, like a demon.

Mu Qianqian's eyes suddenly brightened.

It was actually the power of her bloodline and the fire of her soul!

The corners of Mu Qianqian's lips couldn't help but evoke a trace of bloodlust!

She was originally Murong Qian, the famous and talented heiress of the Nine Nether Emperor.

But he was plotted by his concubine.

In order to take away her bloodline inheritance, Murong Qianyue nailed her to the soul-locking formation, pierced her chest with a dagger, drained her heart of blood, and squeezed out the last trace of blood in her body.

Little did I know.

Her gifted bloodline was destined to be with her soul from the moment she was born, and no one could take it away unless her soul was gone.

Murong Qianyue's goal failed, so in order to vent her dissatisfaction, she was cut to pieces all over her body.

Even if the soul leaves the body of the soul-locking array watered with blood, the body nailed to it can still remain fresh and incorruptible.

Three years!

Three whole years!

Her soul was trapped above the soul locking formation, watching how that woman destroyed her body every day.

Now, she is reborn!

She swore that she would cut that woman into pieces and spread her bones into ashes!

Murong Qianyue, wait for her!ωωw..net

Reaching out and touching it, the obviously twisted and ferocious birthmark gradually turned into a delicate and charming blood lotus.

As soon as the blood lotus emerged, the surrounding temperature rose sharply.
To be continued...