At the same time, 'Feng Huayan' swung his whip and lashed at the fleeing Zhuge Youlin!

Zhuge Youlin sensed the danger and immediately controlled the spiritual thread with both hands, trying to block Feng Huayan's long whip, but before the whip could reach him -

'Feng Huayan' was kicked hard in the back.

Bang!

Feng Huayan was flung away, with fake blood flowing from his mouth.

Zhuge Youlin looked closely and saw that the person who kicked him was Jiang Xianyue.

"Yueyue!" Zhuge Youlin shouted in surprise, feeling deeply moved.

But the next moment, the Yueyue he was talking about moved and attacked him quickly with a trident in hand.

Zhuge Youlin was startled and dodged quickly.

Jiang Xianyue stared at him with deep eyes, and she continued to attack, each move was fierce.

Zhuge Youlin either dodged or was beaten severely.

He never fought back against Jiang Xianyue.

Jiang Xianyue stepped on his chest without exerting any force. "Why didn't you fight back?"

The red-haired boy, lying on the ground with a bruised face, was stunned for a moment when he heard this. He looked up at her face, which had been transformed into someone else's, and asked in confusion, "Why should I fight back?"

"Have you recognized me a long time ago?" Jiang Xianyue retracted her foot.

"yes!"

The boy's eyes lit up, and he quickly stood up. "Did you not recognize me? But it's okay, I don't blame you, because it's really hard to tell the difference."

"Are you stupid?" Jiang Xianyue saw the mud stains on his clothes and raised her hand to pat them.

But he grabbed her wrist.

"Don't take pictures, it's dirty."