Chapter 1933 My Ronger
Jun Mohuang, who had gone back and forth, suddenly reappeared in the tower, holding a dagger in her hand, pressing against Rong Yun's neck.
The sharp blade cut through Rong Yun's neck, and strands of blood flowed down from Rong Yun's neck.
It falls on the white skirt, like a red plum blooming on the white snow.
Coupled with Rong Yun's exquisite and fragile face, it makes people feel pity for no reason.
"You...how dare you! Let go of my Rong'er!"
The suzerain saw the captured Rong Yun, saw the bright red blood, saw Rong Yun's weakness, the veins on his forehead popped, and the blood in his body was half cold.
Rong Yun was his first step to realize that he could do it himself, and now it has fallen into Jun Mohuang's hands.
As long as she kills him, his emperor's dream will never come true.
Seeing that Rong Yun's strength was only at the eighth level of the Yuanhuang Realm, the Sovereign immediately became furious.
"Let him go? You have a good idea."
Jun Mohuang smiled with hooked lips, which was extraordinarily coquettish.
With the sword in his hand, the wound on Rong Yun's neck immediately bled profusely.
"You! Bastard! What the hell do you want!"
When the Sovereign was furious, he was about to shake off the Yin-Yang Diagram of the Eight Diagrams condensed for the sixth time behind him.
Seeing the blood on Rong Yun's neck and his pale face, the Sovereign became calm again in an instant.
When the Sovereign saw Rong Yun's wound, he could immediately confirm that the dagger in Jun Mohuang's hand was less than a millimeter away from Rong Yun's neck artery.
As long as she pushes forward gently, Rong Yun will die in her hands.
"What do I want, isn't the suzerain still not clear?"
The Sovereign Master's heart was already in torment, but Jun Mohuang refused to answer directly.
Upon hearing such an answer, the Sovereign, the corners of his lips were tightly pursed,
He knew exactly what Jun Mohuang wanted.
Of course he couldn't bear to have Rong Yun killed like this, and he couldn't retreat directly, so he let Jun Mohuang and Luoyun City go this time.
It was a matter of his face and dignity, and all the families and forces in the Mysterious Eight Directions watched with wide eyes, how could he compromise with her so easily.
The suzerain is in a dilemma, caught in a dilemma.
"This... who is this person?"
"I don't know. It can make the suzerain frown and hesitate, which shows that the identity of this young master must not be simple."
While everyone was surprised, some people immediately started talking about Rong Yun's identity.
Rong Yun lived reclusively in the Yongyue Sect, and was controlled by the lord since childhood.
Few people in Yongyue Sect knew him, let alone those present.
On the tower, Fengyun Qilong and others looked at Rong Yun and Jun Mohuang. When they were confused, the expressions in their eyes became extremely complicated.
Rong Yun must be someone very important to the suzerain of Yongyue sect, otherwise the suzerain would not stop the offensive and fall into hesitation.
Rong Yun turned out to be from Yongyue Sect, and his status must not be low.
Such a person, why did he come back to Luoyun City and hand over his soul to Jun Mohuang.
I hope he came to help sincerely, and there is no conspiracy in his heart.
Only the head of the Ye family suddenly widened his eyes. Ye Xueman had a marriage contract with Rong Yun, so he immediately recognized Rong Yun.
The Patriarch of the Ye family didn't have time to wonder why Rong Yun fell into Jun Mohuang's hands, and he looked at Rong Yun with a pair of eyes.
Exquisite and handsome facial features, with a touch of indifference and alienation in the nobility.
Comparing Yao Xuan and Rong Yun, it's like a local rich man meeting a real nobleman.
There is no comparison at all, Yao Xuan is crushed by Rong Yun in all aspects, no matter in terms of strength, appearance, and bearing.