Only love the allure little demon concubine

Chapter 1016 The Cat and the Mouse
"Little guy, don't worry, I will tell you slowly after I take you back!"

Fanyin's soft, sweet, toothless "little guy" directly made Mo Wushang feel a chill, his eyes narrowed slightly with a flash of disdain, and he attacked Fanyin with the bone whip in his hand.

The people from Huangquan hadn't appeared for so long, and Mo Wushang knew that there must be an accident on the way, and now it seems that they can only rely on themselves.

In fact, Mo Wushang forgot that the people who want to notify Huangquan don't need to be so troublesome at all. Ling Yunxiao, who was given to her by Mingye, can summon the people of Huangquan at any time.

It's a pity that maybe because it's been too long, Mo Wushang didn't take this matter to heart at that time. In short, she has completely forgotten about Ling Yunxiao.

The strength of this mantra is obviously higher than that of Duan Huan, and like Ming Ye, it is impossible to judge his level. Obviously, his strength has already surpassed Mo Wushang by a lot.

However, when Sanskrit faced the attacks of Mo Wushang and Qing Yan, it seemed that he deliberately held back and did not use his full strength.

To put it bluntly, he was treating Mo Wushang and Qing Yan like a cat catching a mouse. He had to play around with them first, and only when he lost interest would he really attack them.

Mo Wushang and Qing Yan were also aware of this, and after looking at each other, they slowly distanced themselves from Sanskrit with tacit understanding, looking for an opportunity to withdraw from the battle.

A gleam of light flashed across Sanskrit's eyes quickly, and he quickly saw their intentions. There was a sinister look in his eyes, but he smiled like a fairy who was not stained with mortal dust. He dodged, and gracefully landed on Mo Wushang. in front of her, blocking her way of retreat.

"Since the little guy doesn't want to play anymore, then there's no need to waste any more time, just go back with this deity obediently!"

After Sanskrit finished speaking, he stretched out his hand and grabbed Mo Wushang. When Qingyan saw it, he flew to block it, and was easily knocked away by Sanskrit's palm, and the bone whip that Mo Wushang swung at Sanskrit was firmly held by Sanskrit. It cannot be withdrawn.

Sanskrit's other hand quickly grabbed Mo Wushang after repelling Qingyan, and Mo Wushang retreated instinctively.

But no matter how fast she retreated, the Sanskrit could not be as fast as the Sanskrit, and in a blink of an eye, the Sanskrit was approaching.

He thought that Mo Wushang was already a bird in a cage and could not escape, but when Fan thought he was safe, a soft silver sword with a piercing cold light flew towards him, and he instinctively waved his fan to block it, only listening to " With a sound of "Zheng", his arms felt numb for a while, and the soft sword had already passed through the folding fan and continued to fly towards him.

Fanyin saw that the momentum was not right, so he immediately let go of Mo Wushang and dodged to dodge. The next moment, Ming Ye, who had dealt with all the iron-blooded worms and the little men in black, was protecting Mo Wushang like a god.

The layer of black ink on Ming Ye's face that was used to cover up his appearance has disappeared at some point, revealing his handsome face like a sword and axe.

Mingye's expression is stern, like a god who lives alone outside Xuantian and ignores everything in the world.

Jealousy was reborn in the eyes of Sanskrit who looked at him. Fanyin thought that his aura was invincible, and no one could be closer to the existence of God than him, but in front of Mingye, he was completely compared.

Jealousy makes people blind, jealousy makes people crazy, and jealousy makes people make wrong judgments.

Absolutely not allowing people who are better than himself to exist, Sanskrit immediately attacked Ming Ye without waiting for Ming Ye to make a move.

A folding fan and a soft sword fought in the clearing by the forest, kicking up debris of wood and dust from the wind.

(End of this chapter)