Young Master’s Favorite, Where is She Going?

"Humph."

Mo Yu snorted coldly.

"I really shouldn't mention your father, shouldn't tell your father before you, because of you, no, worthy!"

As soon as Mo Yu's words fell, Zuo Yan rushed to him with a murderous expression on his face.

Mo Yu sideways avoided Zuo Yan's blow, while the stone pillar not far behind Mo Yu shattered directly.

The two directly handed over, fighting hard to separate.

Zuo Yan's moves were cruel and deadly, and he couldn't wait to put Mo Yu to death.

Above the hall, two people of equal strength did not distinguish between high and low, but the hall suffered.

"Enough, you two quickly stop, the Lord will be back soon, and see what you look like in the hall." Qin Ming stopped.

The Thirteen Flags watched the excitement and didn't care much.

On the contrary, he also expected Mo Yu to teach Zuo Yan a lesson.

And Gua Yue, one of the four great guardians, is even more irrelevant, and he doesn't even look at this side.

Qin Ming's words had an effect on Mo Yu, but it also distracted Mo Yu.

With a palm, he subconsciously received a bit of strength.

Zuo Yan took advantage of this opportunity to condense all the devilish energy in his palm, and slapped Mo Yu with a devastating aura.

Mo Yu, who had received some strength, could only bite the bullet and confront Zuo Yan.

As you can imagine, Mo Yu was beaten back several steps.

Zuo Yan chased after victory without giving him a chance to breathe. Before Mo Yu could stand still, he rushed towards him again.

Obviously it was killing Mo Yu.

"Mo Yu." Qin Ming was startled and rushed forward.

But someone is faster than him...

As soon as Mo Yu stood firm, a cold murderous aura came to him in an instant, and the powerful murderous aura blew his ink hair flying.

Looking up, Zuo Yan's sulky face quickly approached.

The speed was so fast that he couldn't fight back at all.

At the moment of the moment, Gua Yue, who had been indifferent to herself, rushed up and shot Zuo severely back.

Zuo Yan's attention was all on Mo Yu, and the sudden intrusion of Gua Yue caught him off guard.

After facing two palms with Gua Yue, he was wounded by the devilish energy that exceeded his load.

Mo Yu looked at Gua Yue, slightly surprised, and then his eyes were somewhat complicated.

Xu did not expect that Gua Yue would actually help him.

But the latter ignored him, holding an iceberg face with a paralyzed face, and didn't even give him a corner of his eye.

"Is it all right?"

Qin Ming stepped forward and asked Mo Yu.

Mo Yu shook his head slightly: "It's okay."

Then he looked at Zuo Yan who was hurt by his own devilish energy.

Some regret that he was merciful just now.

Zuo Yan held his pained chest with one hand, and stared coldly at Mo Yu, Qin Ming, and Gua Yue who were standing on a busy line.

"Why, do you want three to one?"

"Three fights one? You can look down on yourself, and against you, Mo Yu alone is enough."

After only a few words, Zuo Yan and Mo Yu fought again.

Zuo Yan, who was seriously injured, was almost beaten by Mo Yu this time, embarrassed.

There was a vicious look in his eyes, and Zuo Yan's trick attracted Mo Yu's attention.

Then a tiny blood-red worm was thrown out from the cuff.

The blood worm hit Mo Yu's neck.

Mo Yu waved his hand, demonizing the blade, and directly smashed the blood worm in front of him.

But I didn't want that seemingly small blood worm, a large amount of blood burst out of his body.

Mo Yu raised his hand in disgust to block it, but his face was still splashed.

His face instantly burned, and the blood went into his skin as if it had turned into thousands of tiny bugs.