Ye Weilan's thought of making fun of her suffering.

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Mo Xunuo's words really angered the other party, and the dark abandoned field was almost overturned.

Mo Xunuo was beaten at the age of two and a half, and started fighting back at the age of three. There are so many skills and means of murder. Although she is young, her terrifying skills and qualities are completely beyond the same as those of the other party who become monks halfway.

Even with Qinghuan's constraints, Mo Xunuo has many opportunities to kill the other party.

But she has been showing mercy under her hands.

After the man was completely angry after he determined that the possibility of capturing her alive was zero. He took out the remote control from his clothes and pressed the switch.

The moment Mo Xunuo noticed the murderous aura in the other person's eyes, he turned around and pounced on Qinghuan. She grabbed the other person's wrist and threw the person out with the greatest strength.

At this time, we cannot worry about whether we will fall or not. It is obviously more unfair than having broken arms and legs, without a complete body.

At the same time as Qinghuan was thrown out, Mo Xunuo turned around and ran out as fast as possible.

With a "boom", a huge explosion sounded in the dark forest, and the fire shook the sky. The heat waves caused were spreading in all directions with the abandoned field as the center.

The whole forest was trembling.

As the earth shook, Mo Xunuo got up from the ground, grabbed Qinghuan's hand, and took her to run quickly into the forest.

If the other party has enough preparation time, there must be a backup plan.

Mo Xunuo's eyes were sharp, her gaze was so fast that she almost pulled into a straight line behind her, and Qinghuan was almost dragged by her to slide on the ground.

There were explosions one after another behind him, endless bullets and bombs exploded around the two of them, and the splashed mud hit the body. His face felt painful and smoke filled the dust. Qinghuan used the most strength to endure it, but in the end he couldn't hold it back and coughed violently.

The strong fire surrounded the two people, and there was a dead end behind them. A little slower, both of them would die here.

There is no second choice except moving forward.

Mo Xunuo grabbed Qinghuan's hand very tightly. The beast's intuition about danger on her body swung to the extreme at this moment. She took Qinghuan and avoided the sickle of the god of death again and again.

The moment she ran into the forest, the long-lost anger in Mo Xunuo's body began to boil. She seemed to have returned to the most familiar place in her bloodline, and she felt refreshed.

Her pure breath became cold, and her shiny black eyes were particularly bright on her smoky little face.

Because of that explosion, a riot occurred in the quiet forest. All the movements were running around, and there were hurrying sounds everywhere, which were particularly vulnerable in the quiet night.

The moment Mo Xunuo ran in, all the movements seemed to feel a certain breath, and the movements of escape became restless.

Mo Xunuo let go of Qinghuan's hand.

Qinghuan gasped heavily, and the fierce running made her almost cough out her lungs. She covered her body that was severely hypoxia and looked at the woman standing in front of her tremblingly.

Her red dress cracked in the night wind, dancing wildly, her delicate little face and graceful figure showed a charming charm for no reason.

Mo Xunuo glanced at him for a while, and his smile became more evil, "I've left the little beauty to you, remember to take her out safely."

After she said that, she walked towards the depths of the forest with no hurry or slow pace.
Chapter completed!