Chu Xuanchi pointed the acupoint and could still scream, but he couldn't move.

The bright moon happened to come out of the dark clouds, and the moonlight scattered and fell on the man's face. The man's face, which was still delicate and beautiful just now, gradually turned yellow. His watery skin seemed to have been sunburned for a long time, lacking moisture and slowly became dry.

As for the wound, it was obviously just a little scar, but the scar was slowly cracking at a speed visible to the naked eye, and finally it broke into a crack as big as a finger!

Mu Ruhua couldn't react a little, and stared at his face again. When he saw it, he jumped from the ground in fear, quickly took a few steps back, and accidentally hit Xiao Ran.

She retreated so hard that Xiao Ran, who had no power at all, was quickly knocked away by her and fell heavily to the ground.

Mu Ruhua didn't bother to help him, and pointed at the man in black who was still howling on the ground, and even his fingertips trembled: "His face...his face! Monster, he is not a human, he is a monster!"

I really can't blame her for making a fuss, so she completely lost the demeanor of Miss Mu's fifth family. It's really... this face is so terrible!

The change of the man in black face, Mu Xinru, Wu Ya Siqing and even Wuming could see clearly. When the guards around him heard the fifth lady scream, their eyes were also focused on this face.

It seemed very unwilling to show his ugly side to others' sight. The man in black was anxious and angry. When he was looked at by so many people, he couldn't breathe a sigh of shame and anger. He opened his mouth and vomited another mouthful of blood. Then he turned his eyes and fell down.

"Young Master!" Several women in black were anxious and wanted to help him up, but they were powerless.

The two women who approached him clearly saw that his face was deforming and even cracking, like flowers withering, and instantly lost their color. There was indescribable disgust in their eyes, but they did not dare to express their disgust too obviously.

Weird and weird, but in a blink of an eye, everything happened to them alive.

Mu Xinru and Wu Ya Siqing looked at each other, Wu Ya Siqing nodded, and then Mu Xinru walked over, picked up one of the women in black, and asked her to sit on the ground.

She squatted down, stared at her face, and asked in a deep voice: "Are you from the Wind Clan?"

The woman glared at her. Although she was angry, she knew that her life was still in their hands, so she dared to be angry but did not dare to attack.

Hearing her question, I wanted to ignore it, but something seemed to flash in my eyes, and I immediately replied: "Yes, we are from the Wind Clan, who are you? Even the Wind Clan dares to move?"

"Maybe they are really from the Feng Clan." Mu Xinru stood up and turned to Wuya Siqing and said.

The woman in black suddenly looked dark, and she never expected that she really believed in her.

Mu Ruhua had calmed down from the horror, turned around and pulled Xiao Ran up with a frosty face, patted the dust on his clothes and ignored him.

Walking up to Mu Xinru, she said disdainfully: "She must have thought that no matter how similar she is, she is just a fake."

If we say so, we will not doubt it. After all, in the Dream Clan, it is definitely a fool who dares to admit that he is a member of the Feng Clan."

Mu Xinru didn't say anything, but just looked at Wu Ya Siqing indifferently.

Wuya Siqing immediately walked over, suddenly took out a bright thing from her sleeve, and squatted down in front of the woman in black.

"What are you going to do?" Looking at the short knife in her hand, the woman in black said angrily: "If you dare to touch me, our master will definitely not let you go!"

"Who is your master?" Wu Ya Siqing didn't care at all, and said lightly: "As far as I know, the Feng clan leader had all died at the hands of Meng Shiyue six years ago. If you are really a member of the Feng clan, what other masters do you have?"

The woman in black snorted coldly and refused to talk to her.

Wu Yasiqing pinched the short knife in her hand, and suddenly, her wrist turned and the blade pressed against the woman's face like a shadow.

The woman changed her face in a fright and exclaimed: "What are you going to do? Don't do it randomly!"

"I want to see if your face is the same as that man's face. I didn't see it clearly just now. This time I have to take a good look and see how a face slowly withered like a flower." After that, the short knife pressed her face.

The woman in black panicked and said anxiously: "Don't do anything randomly, I'm different from him, my face..."

"Jin Tao, don't talk nonsense." One of them fell to the ground with his back facing them, and suddenly gritted his teeth and said angrily: "If you dare to talk nonsense, the master will definitely not let you go after you turn around."

Although the woman named Jin Tao was afraid of the short sword in Wuya Siqing's hand, after hearing her words, her face suddenly turned like a mortal color, and the fear in her eyes was deeper than that caused by Wuya Siqing's short sword.

She seemed indescribable to the master, and even Uyashiqing's short knife lost its threat to her.

It seems that the "master" behind it is a cruel and bloodthirsty person.

Wu Ya Siqing stood up and slowly took back the short sword. Their ability to control the wind just now was indeed somewhat like the superpowers of the Wind Clan, but this wind control technique is a bit different from the authentic wind control technique of the Wind Clan.

The storm just now clearly contained a little evil aura, but the wind control technique of the Feng Clan was orthodox, with a righteous spirit without any evil spirit. If it was placed in the world, it was the so-called famous sect or the authentic one.

But if it weren't for the Feng Clan, where did this ability to control the wind come from?

"Is this man who used the wind control technique just now?" Uya Siqing walked over, stretched out her feet, and gently kicked the man who was sleeping on the ground.

The woman in black who sat up saw that she was so disrespectful to the young master, and although she was a little disgusted with the young master, she still couldn't help but say, "Don't touch him, the master will not let you go."

"Oh?" Uya Siqing raised her eyebrows, suddenly raised her lips and smiled: "So, is this man still the male favorite of your master?"

The woman in black did not speak and pursed her lips hard.

The woman in black who spoke first also said nothing. As for the other two, she was still afraid and did not dare to hum at will.

Wuya Siqing walked to the so-called young master and squatted down, pinched his chin with her five fingers, showing his face.

When I saw his face at first, I was almost shocked, and even so shocked that my heart couldn't help but feel thrust.

But when she looked at it again, she felt relieved. She looked like, but she looked very seriously but was far apart.

After all, it is fake. No matter how similar it is, it is just a fake.

She just felt ridiculous in her heart. So many years have passed, why are there still so many people obsessed with him?

Human beings say that beauty is in trouble, but they don’t know that in their dream clan, he is the real existence that harms the country and the people!

How many people will this disaster harm?

If she lets "she" know that there are people outside who are trying to do this with his face, would she be so angry that she personally led her troops to step into a flat land?

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Chapter completed!