The familiar fragrance of sala flowers filled my nostrils in an instant.

It's ice cold and has a soothing aroma.

Jun Muqian paused in his movements, lowered his eyes slightly, and caught a glimpse of a familiar blush.

In less than half a second, all the chains on her body were broken, and then turned into nothingness, leaving not even a trace.

Rong Qing put one hand around the waist of the purple-clothed woman, and held a golden hairpin in the other hand.

There was a strong light flowing on the hairpin, and it was this light that blocked Yan Shaoling's approach.

He seemed to have lost the habit of wearing a mask, and his extremely beautiful face was exposed in the air, making people's hearts tremble.

This kind of beauty that transcends gender suddenly appears in this darkroom, and the impact it brings is really great.

Rong Qing's eyes were slightly darkened, with a cold murderous intent and a hint of bloodthirsty in them.

The dark side that had been suppressed originally was about to recover at this time.

Even Jun Muqian could feel that Rong Qing was in an extremely furious state at this moment.

The man in scarlet clothes just stood there quietly without showing any emotion on his face, which made people frightened.

The momentum is so majestic, like ocean waves, that it makes people unable to breathe.

Even Yan Shaoling, who had cultivated his moral character for so many years, felt a moment of secret shock.

Rong Qing's expression was indifferent and his eyes were cold.

And when he saw the bloody streaks on Jun Mu Qian's neck and wrists, his breath became even colder.

He raised his hand, held her wrist, and wiped away all the blood stains with just a slight slip.

When I looked at it, it was as smooth as ever.

The touch of warmth between his fingertips made Rong Qing's hand pause. He narrowed his eyes and finally looked at Yan Shaoling, who was standing not far away.

The golden light fixed his body there, and he didn't know what was in the golden light. A look of pain appeared on Yan Shaoling's face.

His eyebrows were knitted together, as if he was holding back something.

"Desire..." Rong Qing glanced at him and said softly, "A person who is swallowed by desire."

The seven emotions and six desires can sometimes be very harmful to people.

Jun Muqian really didn't expect that Rong Qing would suddenly appear, as if he had always been by her side and never left.

She calmly took his hand off her waist and raised her head: "You know I'm here?"

Even she herself didn't know where she was taken by Yan Shaoling. It seemed that the Lord of the Blood Territory still had a magic weapon that could change his body.

Rong Qing's expression paused slightly. He did not answer, but stretched out his hand again and tucked her slightly messy hair behind her ears.

"Well." He lowered his eyes and said in a cold yet low voice, "I'm late."

If he hadn't already arrived at the Plain of Death and seen what he had seen, I'm afraid he wouldn't have appeared so quickly.

Rong Qing's eyes were slightly cold. Although the innate magic weapons in the blood domain master's hands were all copies, it was undeniable that they could still play a powerful role in such a low-level continent.

He had just come out of seclusion and had many restrictions, so it was still too slow.

If he takes one step too late, the consequences will be disastrous!

It was not something he wanted to see, nor could he bear it.

If... Rong Qing raised his eyes, the ink was thick, if it wasn't here, would it be okay...

When he heard these four words, Jun Muzhen's heart suddenly shook.

In the past, many people pursued her, including men, women, young and old.

It was not like she had never heard of sweet words. There was once a candidate for the Young Master of the Western Regions who read love poems to her every day.

But no matter how sweet or sweet it was, she didn't feel it at all.

However, these four words touched her greatly, and her mind was shocked.

I'm late.

It's not very sweet, it doesn't have any rhetorical embellishments, and even the voice doesn't have any ups and downs, but it just... just touches my heart.

This person is indeed heartless, without desire, without love or hatred. As a result, sometimes he can easily touch the defense line of his mind with a few words and a few actions.

"Actually, nothing will happen to me if you don't come." Jun Muzhen calmed down and shook the talisman in his hand, "If he dared to come closer, he would have been blown up by now."

No matter how strong Yan Shaoling is, he cannot be as strong as Jiang Zhou.

Even Jiang Zhou was seriously injured by her enhanced version of the Thunder Talisman, and Yan Shaoling would be disabled even if he didn't die.

"It's different." Rong Qing shook his head slightly. He looked at her and said lightly, "Even if you are stronger than me, I will still come."

This is not a question of whether something will happen, or whether it is strong or weak.

This is a question of whether a man can shoulder the responsibility.

Hearing these words, Jun Muqian raised his eyebrows slightly: "Qingmei, I find that we haven't seen each other for so long, and you seem to have changed a lot."

I just don’t know if this orifice is opened in the right place?

"Really?" Rong Qing also raised an eyebrow, "What has changed?"

Jun Muxian: "..."

Is this the ball being kicked to her again?

So treacherous!

"No more." Jun Muqian moved his arms and rubbed his shoulders, "It's better to go out first. I don't know how long it has been."

Although she felt that she had not been unconscious for long, it was this uncertainty that made her even more worried.

Don't wait for her to go out, the Hundred Sects War is over.

Rong slightly nodded: "Yeah."

The two of them had a tacit understanding and ignored Yan Shaoling who was standing beside them, and walked towards the door of the darkroom.

At this moment, Yan Shaoling seemed to have endured it for a long time, and finally spoke out, with a bit of trembling: "Miss Mu, you really can't participate in the Hundred Sects War!"

He knew that she had a very strong temper.

As she said, he was not hers, so it was impossible for him to persuade her to give up this idea.

Therefore, she could only achieve her goal by trapping her here.

Just now, he did act like that because he was a little angry because his thoughts were all poked.

Now that I have calmed down, I can't help but feel terrified.

He has always had strong self-control. Even if he was abused by Old Man Tianji when he was a child and had dark thoughts, he would only attack some mortal cubs and endure the urge to kill.

Why can't I bear the anger this time?

Hearing such words, Jun Muxian paused in his steps.

She did not look back, and her voice was cold and cold: "Since you persuaded me so sincerely, then I will also tell you with great mercy -"

"There is no way I can withdraw from the Hundred Sects War!"

This is not only a deal between her and Rong Qing, but also the first step in her future journey!

Retreat? Never possible.

"No -" Yan Shaoling closed his eyes, and his voice was tired and astringent, "What if I said that if you participated in the Hundred Sects War, you would die?"

You really can't, you'll die.

Everyone...will die.

Yes, he likes her so much that there is no way he would lie to her.

"This is none of your business." Jun Muqian said calmly, "Master Yan, I won't kill you this time because you told me about the Marrow Needle, but -"

She raised her wrist bones, and the Seven-Star Moon Whip came out of her sleeves instantly.

With a "pop" sound, it was slapped directly on Yan Shaoling's body.

The purple whip with the power of the stars and the moon eroded the skin, causing extreme pain.

Yan Shaoling's expression did not change, but his eyes became much darker.

He didn't dodge and took the whipping alive.

Jun Muqian rolled up her sleeves, the Seven-Star Moon Whip was drawn back again, and she strode forward: "There will be no next time."

Next time, there won't be any kindness.

Yan Shaoling's body suddenly trembled, and his face turned a little pale again.

At this moment, Rong Qing suddenly turned his head.

Even in such a dark room, his brilliance could not be concealed, and there seemed to be a gleam of light flowing on his skin.

Then, he opened his crimson lips slightly and said a word slowly.
To be continued...