Sikong Qinglan, Shen Yuhe and the others were so nervous that their minds went blank that they didn't even dare to continue watching.
"This idiot!" An Xiaxin cursed from above the temple. Of course, she had noticed Mu Hanyan's strange behavior and guessed Ling Baobao's intention. But did he think that this would stop Mu Hanyan? It would only be a waste of his life.
An Xiaxin propped herself up and wanted to take action herself, trying her best to stop Mu Hanyan. However, just when she stood up halfway, she fell to the ground weakly.
Looking at Mu Hanyan's cold and heartless eyes, with the blood-stained sword in her hand, and then looking at Ling Baobao's absolutely regretless eyes, An Xiaxin burst into tears.
Ling Baobao smiled bitterly. If possible, who would be willing to die easily? He also wanted to use his strength to control Mu Hanyan and stop her from continuing to kill, but the problem was that he simply did not have such strength.
"Hanyan, we are friends, remember, we are friends!" Ling Baobao looked into Mu Hanyan's eyes, his expression was so frank and so determined.
Because of his unique status, he had few friends since childhood. Even those who treated him sincerely would always be somewhat cautious after knowing his identity. Seriously speaking, Mu Hanyan was his first true friend. It had nothing to do with his identity or status. She even often didn't take him seriously. But it was precisely because of this reason that made their friendship more pure and precious.
Therefore, he absolutely did not want Mu Shouyan to be controlled by the desire to kill, and he absolutely did not want to see her do something that would make him regret for the rest of his life.
A hint of bewilderment flashed across Mu Hanyan's murderous eyes, and a hint of gentleness appeared as well. The sword in her hand also slowed down a bit.
Noticing this subtle change, Ling Baobao was delighted, and Sikong Qinglan, Shen Yuhe and others also breathed a sigh of relief at the same time.
But soon, they discovered that the tenderness in Mu Hanyan's eyes was only a fleeting flash, and soon, it returned to its previous cold-blooded cruelty, and the cold sword continued to slash towards Ling Baobao with unstoppable force.
"Retreat, Ling Baobao, retreat quickly!" Sikong Qinglan, Shen Yuhe, An Xiaxin and others shouted in unison again.
Retreat, can he retreat? Ling Baobao felt helpless. Not to mention whether he could escape from Mu Hanyan's sword with his strength, even if he could dodge this sword, what about the next one?
If Mu Hanyan cannot be awakened from the killing obsession, after killing all the bandits, it will be their turn. Where can they retreat to then?
Faced with Mu Hanyan's terrifying strength and murderous intent, they had no chance of escape. If they couldn't restore her spiritual clarity, she would not stop until she had killed everyone. By then, it would be too late.
"Han Yan..." Looking at the cold sword blade getting closer and closer to him, Ling Baobao's heart was filled with despair, and he shouted loudly in sadness.
Mu Hanyan's sword suddenly stopped, and confusion appeared in her eyes again.
In that heart that had been occupied by destruction and killing, a series of blurry images flashed alternately. Although they were so hazy that it was impossible to tell who the people in them were, they brought her an unusual sense of warmth and kindness.
"Hanyan, Hanyan..." A distant voice sounded deep in my heart.
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