But he saw Murong Jiucheng and stood aside.
He didn't know when he came, he appeared with Mo Li, or he had just arrived.
When he saw Murong Jiucheng, Mo Li's expression changed slightly.
When Murong Jiucheng played against the defense machine earlier, he was nearby.
As for the other party's means, he saw clearly that even the veteran strange demons, Murong Jiucheng and the Murong family behind him were not offended by Mo Li.
"Mr. Murong is better than seeing it."
Mo Li lost his smile.
He glanced at him, and all the demon soldiers behind him stood still.
"Why is Mohou so polite? We have seen it earlier. In the mountain stream, isn't it?"
Murong Jiucheng said lightly.
Mo Li was dormant in the mountain stream, he had already noticed it.
It's just that the other party didn't offend him, so he opened his eyes and closed his eyes, right as if he didn't have this person.
"Sure enough, I can't hide the young commander. It's just the young commander. Since you haven't intervened in the too empty shrine, then this woman's thing ..."
Mo Ligan laughed.
"Taixu Shrine is Taixu Shrine, she is her, who dares to move her, even if it is a hair, is against me."
The meaning of Murong Jiucheng's words, even if Ye Lingyue really had a Heavenly Order, Mo Li could only watch.
"Marshal, you ... Since the marshal wants to protect her, let's just leave it for the next time. However, Momou also kindly reminded the marshal that this woman is not good. Her men are more difficult to deal with Shuai Ke should never ruin her future at Murong ’s house for a woman. "
Mo Li also knew that once Murong Jiucheng appeared, it would be very difficult for him to catch Ye Lingyue again.
However, good drama is yet to come.
Who is Murong Jiucheng, the quasi-heir of Murong's family? His short-term protection reveals that he is tempted by Ye Lingyue.
The future quasi-head of Murong's family is fond of a low-level hybrid of human beings and gods. If this matter reaches Murong's old Fang Xian's ears, it will be interesting.
Ye Lingyue will die sooner or later.
It's a pity ... Mo Li glanced at Ye Lingyue secretly, waved his hand, and left with his demon soldiers.
When the magic soldiers retreated, Murong Jiucheng still did not leave.
Once the female soldiers glanced at Murong Jiucheng, and then looked at Ye Lingyue, Lieutenant General Leng compared a gesture, and the female soldiers retreated spontaneously.
"Murong Jiucheng, thank you."
Ye Lingyue did not expect that she had not yet found Murong Jiucheng, but the other party had come to the door first.
Despite some prejudices in Murong Jiucheng, Ye Lingyue still appreciates Murong Jiucheng.
If it were not for his appearance, today she and Mo Li will inevitably have a fierce battle.
The Suzaku army may not be as good as the demonized soldiers, but as a result, she no longer has the power to contend with the army of the dialect.
Hearing Ye Lingyue calling his name, Murong Jiucheng clearly had a displeased look on his face.
"I would love to hear you call me Murong Senior."
Murong Jiucheng stopped talking and looked at Ye Lingyue.
"In the past, I was incomprehensible, and I called out the handsome commander for a long time. That's because you are a person in a too-clear shrine. Now that you are no longer in the shrine, you and I will have nothing to do."
Ye Lingyue said coldly.
It is true that people do not need to use people, and so do friends. Ye Lingyue regarded Murong Jiucheng as a friend. Before leaving, he entrusted him with Taixu Temple.
But at the most critical time, he failed to protect the Taixu Shrine, and the trust of the two had collapsed.
Murong Jiucheng's actions earlier made Ye Lingyue get a lot of life for them, and it was difficult for the two to restore the friendship they had in Fulu branch.
"Lingyue, I am also a last resort, not because I do n’t want to help you, but because, what you have done has angered my grandfather. If I help you again, my grandfather is afraid that it will hurt you. It ’s all about protecting you. "
When Murong Jiucheng heard it, there was a sour feeling in his heart.
To Murong Jiucheng, this feeling is very strange and uncomfortable.
An unprecedented impulse has made Murong Jiucheng's good cultivation and reason collapsed over the years.
He stepped forward subconsciously, but Ye Lingyue quickly took a three-step backward step, and the distance between the two was drawn again.
Murong Jiucheng's hand was suspended in midair, his face red and white.
Suddenly, he was in a fast shape, strangling Ye Lingyue's wrist and pulling it into his arms.
Ye Lingyue will push Murong Jiucheng backhand, but his body suddenly stagnate, as if bound by something.
That is, God read?
General Chen ’s idea was to learn from Murong Lao Fang Xian. It ’s not surprising that Murong Jiucheng would know God ’s idea.
It was just earlier that he had never shown it in front of Ye Lingyue, apparently hiding it.
His magical skills are obviously higher than Ye Lingyue.
Ye Lingyue's pitiful god was insignificant before him.
Murong Jiucheng is also a face full of anger, he is the pride of heaven, has never experienced any setbacks since birth.
But in front of Ye Lingyue, he met a nail that was not soft or hard.
Fang Cai, he was quiet enough to whisper, even to his father's elders, he had never lowered himself like this, but Ye Lingyue showed no mercy.
The friendship she established in the past year or two was completely clean, which deeply stimulated Murong Jiucheng.
Ye Lingyue was so angry that her face was pale. She did not expect that Murong Jiucheng would be so rude.
In her mind, Murong Jiucheng, like her elder brother, and the senior manager Gong Xi, are people they admire.
His wrist was locked in the hands of Murong Jiucheng. Murong Jiucheng stared at Ye Lingyue's face, which became more and more charming because of his anger.
The two were close at hand, and when Murong Jiucheng was approached, the seat expression on Ye Lingyue's face could be clearly seen.
She has long eyelashes, a delicate shell-like face, and ruddy lips.
He had no reason to feel a dry mouth, his face could not help but close a few points, wanting to grab more of her breath, his other hand, wrapped around Ye Lingyue's slender waist.
The soft waist of the woman under his hand, so that his last trace of self-control also collapsed.
In the mind, the family's admonition and identity scruples all disappeared.
"Murong Jiucheng, you dare!"
Ye Lingyue couldn't move, and her body was stiff. Seeing that Murong Jiucheng's lips were about to be pressed, she was in a deep heart, and she tried to mobilize the power of life and death in her body.
Just at the moment of a sudden attack, Ye Lingyue's silent little tower, which had been taken into his arms, jumped out.
It bumped Murong Jiucheng very aggressively.
Although the small tower laughed, it was quite a small one under the collision.
A vast force struck suddenly.
Murong Jiucheng didn't wait for a kiss with Fang Ze, he felt a sudden pain in his chest, and his body flew straight out.
Inside, there was a burst of blood.
When he looked down, he saw that the armor on his body had been shattered, and then the look of Ye Lingyue's face was bleak, and his eyes were angry and angry.