The priest is a loser

In recent days, the weather has been unpredictable.

Mu Changxian walked quickly on the blue tiles, passing a white figure in the dark night.

The sky began to roar, as if being suffocated behind the night, the sound of thunder was unpleasantly low.

It seems to be raining soon, Mu Changxian thought.

Leaped over another house, but suddenly stopped.

In the darkness ahead stood dozens of people dressed in quackery.

Mu Changxian pressed the hilt of his sword and scanned the surrounding terrain.

The other party was not kind, and it looked like he had been waiting here for a long time. If a war started here, many innocent people would definitely be involved.Besides, binding hands and feet is not good for me.

Thinking, Mu Changxian stepped back, and at the same time, those who blocked his way rushed up silently and without warning.

After Mu Changxian jumped back to the previous house, his eyes caught sight of the red rope wooden plaques around their waists, and he couldn't help but smiled wryly: "It's like this again, do you want to win the Chi Kiss Competition, or are you working hard for someone? Deliberately adding chi kisses will deceive people's eyes and ears?"

Of course, no one will answer his question.

The only answer to his words was the sound of a sharp weapon piercing the air.

Mu Changxian didn't expect anyone to answer him, he moved nimbly and fluently dodged one move after another, saw the opportunity, and easily broke through the encirclement.

He had no intention of taking human life at this moment, and Liu Qiu'an was the only one in his mind.

"Changxian...help me..."

Mu Changxian stopped in his tracks again, looking sideways at the place where the voice came from, "..."

"Long leisure..."

"Qiu..." Mu Changxian suddenly opened his eyes wide.

Dressed in a bright red dress, her appearance surpassed the bright moon in the sky, who else could it be except Liu Qiu'an?

Liu Qiu'an's breath was weak, and he collapsed at the corner of the alley, as if he had suffered an extremely serious injury.

Mu Changxian turned into an alley with a worried expression on his face.

Suddenly, a man in black who covered his face appeared beside Liu Qiuan, and he violently held Liu Qiuan, who was powerless, on his shoulders.

The moment the man met Liu Qiu'an, Mu Changxian had already drawn out his long sword and came to the man in an instant.

The man didn't expect it, and barely dodged, his left arm was cut into a long hole by the sharp blade.

Obviously, Mu Changxian was worried about accidentally hurting Liu Qiu'an, so he had to weaken his sword.

Mu Changxian frowned and said, "Let him go." The man in black seemed hesitant, but as soon as his eyes met, the group of dozens of masked men chasing after him quickly surrounded him. Mu Changxian in the alley.

Seeing the man in black holding Liu Qiu'an hostage, he took advantage of the night to plunder into the distance.

In addition, the dozens of masked people who kept pestering him stopped him, and Mu Changxian couldn't help his arrogance. The gorgeous red-clothed man was getting further and further away from him, and his internal energy was rushing wildly under anxiety.

Uncontrollably, all of them surged up the long sword, the sword energy surged, and the blade swung to the left, causing serious injuries and flying away to a group of masked people.

The person closest to him had his internal organs shattered by the sword energy, and smashed down the solid white wall without any momentum, and before he could make a sound, he fell forever in the ruins.

Blood was spilling from the corner of his mouth, and Mu Changxian didn't care to wipe it off, so he hurriedly followed the direction in which the man in black fled.

A drizzle began to fall from the sky, and the speed was too fast, and if you were not careful, some raindrops would run into your eyes.

At this time, he was farther and farther away from the Fengyu Building, and his inner anxiety became very anxious because of the lingering rain. Finally, he found a familiar figure at the foot of the mountain. He was ecstatic, and wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, as if He came to the foot of the mountain and looked around, but he couldn't see that beautiful figure.

It's really weird, did he have hallucinations in his impatience?

Mu Changxian was unhappy.

At this time, the sound of leaves being trampled suddenly came from behind.

Mu Changxian turned around abruptly and placed his sword across the neck of the visitor.

In the dark night, Liu Qiuan blinked his peach blossom eyes, raised his chin, and shifted his gaze from Mu Changxian's face to the cold sword: "It's me... Changxian."

Mu Changxian hastily withdrew his long sword, stretched out his hand to check his neck carefully: "I'm sorry, is there any injury?"

"I'm fine, I've dealt with that person. Come on, come with me."

Liu Qiu'an grabbed Mu Changxian's wrist and went into the woods.

"Where are you going?" Mu Changxian was dragged away by him, looked at his thin body, and asked in puzzlement.

"Hush!" Liu Qiu'an stopped, turned around and turned to look at Mu Changxian, the hair on his forehead was moistened by the drizzle, "Let's hide for a while."

"Here?" Mu Changxian pulled him back, disapproving, "It's too dangerous."

"Where are you going then? I don't want to go to the Wind and Rain Building." Liu Qiuan pressed her arms tightly, wrapped her arms around Mu Changxian's neck, and smiled, "Besides, this is a good opportunity to be alone with me."

Mu Changxian raised his hand to stroke his hair, and when his fingertips touched his hair, he stopped suddenly.

The person in front of him had hair as black as the night. Mu Changxian glanced at the surrounding environment. The branches of the trees were like demons baring their teeth and claws. The rustling of leaves and the dripping of rain seemed to be whispers from hell to the world.

"What's the matter...Chang Xian." Liu Qiu'an held his hand resting on his temple, pressed it to his face, and said with a sneer.

When did he call me so affectionately?

It was only then that Mu Changxian realized that there were many things wrong with the 'Liu Qiu'an' in front of him.

After thinking about it, he stroked his cheek, and said softly: "That's right, but why did you escape from the Wind and Rain Building? Have you eaten the sweet-scented osmanthus cake I made for you?"

"Huh?" Liu Qiuan tilted his head, "Osmanthus cake... I ate it."

Mu Changxian was silent for a long time, then suddenly smiled: "How does it taste?"

"Taste..."'Liu Qiu'an' stretched out his small tongue and licked his lips, and smiled at Mu Changxian with an inexplicable meaning.

The wet hair clings to his blush cheeks, adding a bit of charm to him.

Mu Changxian's eyes darkened, he pushed him away abruptly, and swung his unsheathed long sword forward again.

The blade of the sword pierced through the rain curtain, and wiped away at the neck of 'Liu Qiu'an' with a strong internal force.

'Liu Qiu'an' raised his eyebrows, and jumped onto the tree lightly.

The lost internal force turned into a strong wind, which struck from the depths of the forest, and the criss-crossing treetops affected each other and trembled non-stop.

"What's your purpose in disguised as him?" Mu Changxian said.

"Disguise?" 'Liu Qiu'an' looked up and laughed as if he had heard the big joke.

A bolt of lightning flashed across the sky, illuminating the woods here,

Mu Changxian clenched the hilt of his sword tightly, ready to go.

His laughter stopped abruptly, he stared at Mu Changxian on the ground, unhurriedly reached out and took out a mask from his jacket, "Should I call you Mu Changxian or Duan Wuling?"

After all, the mask has been put on his face.

The butterflies flying on the mask look like bats transformed into ghosts in the dark night rain.

Mu Changxian: "..."

The thunder that had been endured for a long time behind the night sky exploded in the sky.