He said in a muffled voice, "I don't blame you."
Just then, a furry head popped up.
It's Xiaohong.
His big eyes were full of worry.
Xiao Hua followed behind him, her face also full of worry.
Jiang Qingwan gave a wry smile.
He raised his hand and rubbed the heads of the two beasts.
My heart aches terribly.
Blood was everywhere.
Suddenly, Xiao Hong and Xiao Hua, who were comforting her, perked up their ears alertly.
They all looked in one direction.
Leng Xun, standing to the side, disagreed.
"Don't worry, the formation was set up by Master himself. Even my junior sister had to study it for three days. In such a short time, even if he is the God of War of the Great Zhou and has good martial arts, he will not be able to escape."
But Xiaohong and Xiaohua became increasingly anxious.
It let out a series of low growls in that direction.
Jiang Qingwan knew that Mo Yunhan was trapped there.
But right now, the last person she wants to see is Mo Yunhan.
She stood up and prepared to return to the courtyard.
Suddenly, I felt a blockage in my lower abdomen, followed by a piercing pain.
She turned her head in alarm.
"Mo Yunhan, are you crazy?"
They are connected by a spiritual bond.
It allows for greater exchange of knowledge.
At this moment, his sea of consciousness was churning violently, even blocking Jiang Qingwan from entering.
Seeing her expression was off, Dou Sichen asked in a deep voice, "What happened? Did Mo Yunhan rush out?"
"Impossible!" Leng Xun simply didn't believe it. "The Kunlong Technique set up by Master can only be broken by Junior Sister. No one in this world can break it."
Jiang Qingwan's hands were trembling.
"What if he possesses a magical artifact?"
Dou Sichen was greatly alarmed.
"Has he gone mad? He charged into battle recklessly; even a god couldn't save him."
He had barely finished speaking when Jiang Qingwan rushed out.
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