C611 (1/2)

With him as the center, the time within a few meters around him is completely confined.

He stood in the air, motionless, like a sculpture, holding a pair of long gun attack posture.

”Goodbye, that's what you're going to force.”

The corner of Mu Yu's mouth rose slightly, and the split sword in his hand quickly crossed his neck.

A blood line flew up from mid air, and his head fell to the ground like a ball from the air.

With a wave of Mu Yu's hand, the yaori flame turns into a fire net, burning Zhao Feihong's head and body to ashes.

After the treatment, Mu Yu opens the purple magic pupil and sweeps around the city to find the trace of Duanmu Qingling.

Starfish City, a remote building.

Duanmu Qingling was sitting in a small room. Her face was full of anxiety.

”What to do? Mu Yu is still seriously injured and has no one to take care of him. ”

Duanmu Qingling sighed, and then his eyes shot out two cold awns, ”old thief Zhao, as a famous commander in the southeast, you have made such a mean and vulgar means.”

”If there is something wrong with Mu Yu, I will never die with you.”

Her spiritual pulse was sealed by Zhao Feihong. At this time, her accomplishments were all lost, and her spiritual power could not be mentioned.

These days, she tried to escape many times, but there were a large number of soldiers stationed outside, which ended in failure.

At this time, creak.

The door was suddenly pushed open.

A fair faced, handsome young man came in through the door.

”How dare you to insult my father behind your back

This young man is Zhao Yan, the son of Zhao Feihong. His face has been covered with cold.