Her voice was light and crisp, and even when she shouted like that, it still sounded clear and crisp.
Lin Wenhuo was initially stunned by her action, then panicked and snapped open his iron fan to prepare for defense.
The disciples all drew their swords and looked around.
It seems that Ling Jingyu is indeed hiding in the shadows, and will emerge soon.
They still held Ling Jingyu in awe.
They only took a single breath to prepare for the attack, and apart from their own people, they saw only a sparrow flying by, without seeing a single shadow of it.
Lin Wenhuo immediately became angry and looked at Mo Yunzhao coldly, "You're playing me."
Mo Yunzhao shrugged. "No."
"Someone, go and cut off one of Old City Lord Mo's hands. She won't shed a tear until she sees the coffin," Lin Wenhuo coldly ordered.
"Who wants this old man's hand?"
The weak but authoritative voice made Lin Wenhuo look up abruptly.
But as soon as he looked up, a red shadow flashed past him, and then...
Clap clap clap.
His face was suddenly wracked with pain, as if someone had held him still and was slapping him repeatedly from both sides.
Bang!
Finally, my nose hurt, and I felt dizzy and backward.
"Huo'er." Lin Xiang supported Lin Wenhuo, preventing him from falling.
In the blink of an eye, who was this person in front of him?
Ling Jingyu withdrew his foot, put his boot back on (which was about to fly off), and then squeezed in front of Mo Yunzhao with a grin.
"Ah Zhao, I'm here."
Mo Yunzhao raised an eyebrow, looking at him with surprise, "Why are you here?"
She just shouted randomly, referring to Ling Jingyu's shadow.
“When A-Zhao summons me, I will arrive even if it's a thousand miles away.” Ling Jingyu leaned closer to his devilishly handsome face. “Shouldn’t A-Zhao reward me?”
Mo Yunzhao saw that not far away, the old city lord Mo, who was being supported by Fu Feng, was looking at Ling Jingyu with a sullen face, as if he were a human trafficker.
She quickly slapped away Ling Jingyu's devilishly handsome face, then ran towards Old City Lord Mo, "Grandfather."
Ling Jingyu touched his nose.
Lin Wenhu shook his head to stop feeling dizzy, but the pain in his face and nose made him grimace even more.
Lin Xiang looked up at the peerless Ling Jingyu, "Didn't you go to war?"
The Xuan Tang Kingdom is in trouble, and he actually came?
Mo Yunzhao helped the old city lord Mo up and only breathed a sigh of relief when he found that the old man was not in any danger.
Then she looked up at Ling Jingyu, with the same question.
Ling Jingyu walked to Mo Yunzhao's side. "I was going to go by myself, but I was worried about you, so I asked Master to go instead."
Mo Yunzhao raised an eyebrow at him.
"Luckily I arrived, otherwise I wouldn't have heard Ah Zhao's shout just now." Ling Jingyu grinned and leaned closer. "You said it yourself, my wife?"
Ling Jingyu, someone's trying to steal your wife!
That's a really nice sentence.
The old city lord, dragging his half-crippled body, stepped forward and said, "I haven't agreed yet. Let's deal with these scoundrels first, and then I'll consider marrying off my granddaughter."
“That’s easy.” Ling Jingyu raised an eyebrow, then swept his gaze coldly across the room, his killing intent palpable.
"I still have questions to ask, so take it easy." The old city lord Mo trusted him a lot.
Mo Yunzhao handed the old city lord Mo over to Fufeng, saying, "Take good care of my grandfather."
As she spoke, she stood beside Ling Jingyu, fighting alongside him.
Ling Jingyu looked down at her, their eyes met, and then he smiled.
They were perfectly in sync, and then the next second, they attacked at the same time.
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