Senior sister Bai Yueguang has picked up the BE male second script

The moment Ye Hongyu's breath disappeared completely, Mu Qing suddenly drew his sword!

As a leaf unsheathed, it was as if the spring breeze had been pulled out, sending countless green leaves and petals into it. Within a moment, the room was filled with vitality. Xu Feng's eyes suddenly widened. He could feel the spring breeze blowing on his face and the faint fragrance of flowers and plants.

The rumor six hundred years ago was not false. This King Yong'an was really a cultivator.

Just when he was stunned, he saw two figures, one black and one white, walking past him.

Xu Feng subconsciously stepped forward to stop him, "Who are you two!"

"You can actually see us?"

The white-faced scholar dressed in white clothes smiled slightly, opened the folding fan in his hand, and narrowed his fox eyes to look at Xu Feng in front of him.

"A mortal with some luck."

The man in black had a stern face and took out a nine-section whip in his hand, "The devil is doing his job, so don't disturb him."

Xu Feng was shocked inside and his chest was beating wildly, but he still stopped the two ghosts from taking any further, "I won't let them."

The nine-section whip snapped instantly. Xu Feng thought of what was behind him and grabbed the whip without dodging. The palm of his hand was instantly stabbed with blood.

The scholar in white threw out the folding fan. Xu Feng grabbed the whip with one hand and moved to the left. While blocking the folding fan, the tearing pain in his palm became more obvious, and blood dripped to the ground.

The folding fan flew back to the hand of the white-faced scholar. The scholar snorted coldly, and the cold-faced man in black also stepped forward to attack.

"How dare a mortal dare to go against the ghost world?"

"I say it again, get out of the way!"

The two of them hit Xu Feng in the chest with their palms at the same time. Xu Feng spit out a mouthful of blood, and his mouth was filled with the smell of blood. However, he was still as steady as a mountain, standing in front of the two of them. He bared his teeth and gritted every word.

"I won't let you die!"

"I don't know the level!"

The two men, Black and White, took action again, but there was a burst of green in front of their eyes, like a spring breeze turning into rain, and their attacks were instantly resolved.

"Yiye?" The cold-faced man in black said in a deep voice, and there was actually a trace of nervousness in his voice.

The white-faced scholar also stood up and glanced at the moon-white figure behind Xu Feng.

Mu Qing turned around and smiled slightly at the two of them, "Two, long time no see."

Black and white were shocked when they saw this.

"You're actually still alive... you weren't eight hundred years ago!"

Didn't she die so completely eight hundred years ago that her soul can't be found?

The two of them took two steps back at the same time. The pressure that Mu Qing brought to them back then was too great. She beat all the Soul Holders all over, leaving a lot of psychological shadow.

Now there are only two of them...

"Do you two want to stay and have a cup of tea before leaving?" Mu Qing took a step forward.

"No... no need." The white-faced scholar quickly grabbed the cold-faced man in black, "Since it's you, let's take our leave now and see you again!"

The black and white duo disappeared instantly.

Xu Feng couldn't hold on anymore and fell to his knees. He turned to look at Ye Hongyu lying on the bed. Although his face was still extremely pale, his breathing was steady.

He breathed a sigh of relief, then raised his head and looked at King Yong'an who was dressed in spotless white clothes.

He seems to have learned some terrible secret...

Bai Wuchang just said, eight hundred years...that means this person has lived for eight hundred years?

"Xufeng, remember what I said." Mu Qing said in a deep voice.

"Yes……"

Mu Qing took out a pill and handed it to him, "Take it to heal your wounds and take good care of the prince."

Xu Feng took the elixir and stuffed it into his mouth, and the wounds all over his body healed quickly.

"..."

He was shocked again.

Mu Qing breathed a sigh of relief, no longer caring about Xu Feng behind her, opened the door and walked out.

The sunshine outside is just right, and although the temperature is not high, it is just right at noon.

[System prompt: The number of times Yiye’s skill has been used -1, the number of times used is 2, and the number of remaining times is 1]

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