The raindrops as big as beans hit the body, and it didn't hurt much. But they were covered with eyes... Thinking of the scarlet redness on the feet of the servant, Mo Qingcheng couldn't help but speed up his pace...

Enemies, if you have any problems, I will kill you first and then...

The sky is still foggy, and Mo Qingcheng has no idea why, but he, who has always been ignorant, remembers the road leading to the half-life cliff in the air very clearly...

That guy was fine in the morning, why did this happen in a short while? It doesn't make people worry...

Mo Qingcheng rushed forward with only one foot deep and one foot shallow, not caring about the mud or wearing shoes that were trapped in the mud... He simply ran barefoot towards the cliff of Bansheng...

When Mo Qingcheng arrived panting, it was already dark. At this moment, Mo Qingcheng realized that the time difference between light skills and walking was beyond his imagination.

The rain was still falling, and water flowed down Mo Qingcheng's cheeks and his clothes were pressing against his body, which was very uncomfortable. When Mo Qingcheng saw the big red figure standing alone by the cliff, he still breathed a sigh of relief...

When Mo Qingcheng looked at the man's back, he suddenly felt a severe pain in his throat. For a moment, he obviously wanted to call the man's name, but he couldn't spit out a word...

There is no other reason, just because the man stood with a sword at the moment, and he was clearly right in front of him, but he seemed to be far away from her world. No matter how much she pursued her, she couldn't reach it...

The big red clothes were not very embarrassed when they were pressed against the man's body, but they looked very slender, but they were full of slurredness. Without that swaying, there was no elegance. The rest was full of heavy weight... If the Phalaenopsis was open in the open air, it was still bright, but it pulled out a heart-wrenching pain...

Lie Ruge's back was facing Mo Qingcheng, and the sword in his hand was washed clean by the rain. At that moment, there was still a bit of cold light. His head was slightly lowered, and his wet hair was covering all his emotions. There were more than a dozen people lying around, covering his face, and swords scattered all over the ground. Although it was black, he could also vaguely see the red water soaked in the rain, along the soil, and I don't know where it was going... I think it was a corpse.

Mo Qingcheng took heavy steps and approached step by step without opening his mouth, but was hugged tightly into his arms the next second...

Lie Ruge's hands were so powerful that they were so powerful that at that moment, Mo Qingcheng almost suspected that he would be in the man's hands... After only the suffocation, his strength became much softer...
Chapter completed!