"You are the first person in history to be able to use my formation for your own benefit. Boy, you are quite good. I underestimated you."
Yelu Moran spoke slowly, his eyes moving away from the scrapped formation and falling on Wu Qiongcang's face, then he narrowed his eyes and looked at him.
It seemed as if he was trying to salvage the memory of this face in his mind.
However, just like the first time, Yelu Moran still couldn't remember who Wu Qiongcang was this time.
But it was this man, whom he couldn't remember who he was, who was holding Wu Qingchen's hand at this moment.
The two people's tightly clasped hands stung Yelu Moran's eyes like a fishbone. Red blood spread in his eyes like a spider web, veins on his neck bulged, and murderous intent attacked Wu Qiongcang in a tangible way.
...but they were all dispersed by Wu Qingchen.
Wu Qingchen: "Yelü Mo Ran, you..." He wanted to tell you to calm down, but he swallowed the words back when they reached his lips.
To be fair, at this moment, even if it was him, he would not be able to remain calm, let alone Yelu Mo Ran.
Why force others to do something that you can't do yourself?
But he absolutely couldn't let him watch Xiao Qiongcang get hurt.
Wu Qingchen could only silently protect the person behind him.
His blatant act of protection further infuriated Yelu Moran, to the point that even when he was furious to the extreme, he was able to calm down.
He tried hard to control himself from looking at the two people's clasped hands, and once again set his gaze on Wu Qiongcang's face.
This time he didn't stubbornly search through his memories, but instead asked Wu Qiongcang, "Who are you?"
He must know the person who could make Qingchen willingly give up his hand and the person who could make Qingchen protect him so much.
However, ever since he rescued Wu Qingchen from Canglang Sea, they have been staying in Jiuyou City.
Neither he nor Wu Qingchen had ever left Jiuyou City.
Then, the person in front of him should be Qingchen's old friend... But he didn't remember Qingchen having any old friends.
And he is an old friend whom I can trust with my life and death.
As soon as the four words "life and death" came out, Yelu Moran couldn't help but look at the hands of the two people. When he saw that the two hands finally loosened, he felt much more comfortable.
However, his comfort only lasted for a moment before it was destroyed by Wu Qiongcang.
Wu Qiongcang spat out blood foam, slowly took out a scimitar, shook it, and sneered and threw out a few words: "This young master is your uncle."
When the scimitar was taken out, Yelu Moyan didn't react in any special way until the following words were thrown out. Then his expression changed slightly. He narrowed his eyes and scanned Wu Qiong Cang from head to toe. He said in disbelief, "Are you the little disciple that Qingchen took in back then?"
After asking this question, Yelu Moran didn't seem to expect to get an answer, or he didn't care about the answer at all, because when he asked the question, he already had the answer in his heart.
Back then, when he fought a great battle with Qingchen, this kid attacked him from behind and cut off one of his heads with a scimitar. So when he woke up in Canglang Sea later, the severed head was reattached, but it was the weakest one among his nine heads.
If it weren't for this reason, his head wouldn't have been broken at the hands of that little girl from the Shen family.
Therefore, Yelu Mo Ran had a deep memory of the first person who cut off his head.
But he didn't expect that thousands of years had passed, and the little boy who cut off his head was still alive.
He thought so in his heart and said it out loud: "Why aren't you dead yet?"
Wu Qiongcang sneered: "You old monster haven't died yet, how can I bear to die?"
While saying this, he shook the scimitar in his hand, as if reminding Yelu Moyan that he had cut off one of his heads in the past.
As expected, Yelu Moran looked at the scimitar in his hand, his expression changed, and he snorted coldly: "Hmph, it's been many years since we last met, and you really haven't improved at all. You are still as annoying as before."
Although the words were harsh and unpleasant, the murderous intent in Yelu Moyan was obviously restrained a lot.
Although there was still displeasure in his eyes when he looked at Wu Qiongcang, he no longer had the look of wanting to kill him as soon as possible.
Compared to before, Yelu Moyan's voice was very steady at this moment, and even had a hint of the tolerance of an elder.
It is natural for a master to protect his disciples.
Besides, the person in front of him is the only disciple Qingchen has accepted.
The disciple accepted by Qingchen is his disciple, and he can be more tolerant towards his young disciple.
He was too sensitive just now and almost hurt him and Qingchen's little disciple.
Yelu Moran thought so in his heart, and his expression was about to relax, but his eyes suddenly caught sight of a smear of red on Wu Qiongcang's ring finger. His pupils suddenly shrank, and his eyes stared straight at the red on Wu Qiongcang's ring finger. He asked in a deep voice: "Why is Qingchen's red silk rope worn on your hand?!"
The master's love for his disciple can be explained clearly.
However, the master's red silk thread was entangled in the apprentice's hand. How to explain this?
Yelu Moran's eyes turned red in an instant, and he stared at Wu Qiongcang's finger fiercely, as if he wanted to crush his finger with his eyes.
Shen Qiqi's gaze also fell on Wu Qiongcang's fingers, and she looked at them curiously for a few times.
The so-called red silk thread is actually a very thin silk thread, as thin as a hair, and you can't see it if you don't pay attention.
This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content!
Continue read on readnovelmtl.com
