Chapter 464

The people were still kneeling and bowing their heads and did not see this scene, but the mayor and some guards were shocked to see the scene in front of them, and they shouted in a trembling voice: "Xian, Xian..."

Before he could say anything, he saw that the man in black robe with a cold and handsome face in front of him picked up Master Tang, turned around and walked away with Qingfeng Yujian, disappearing into the night in the blink of an eye.

The mayor watched in a daze. He didn't even have a chance to stop him, so he could only watch Master Tang being carried away...

Mo Ye hugged the person in his arms and walked against the wind in the night. In order to prevent the night wind from letting him get cold, he took out his cloak and wrapped him up, holding him in his arms. His weight made his brows furrowed, and he only felt that the person in his arms was fragile and petite, and even his body was limp.

When he saw the holy power of Buddha Light earlier, he knew that he was definitely there, but he didn't expect to be injured so badly, and the blood stains all over his body made him even more shocked.

With his strength and mind, how could he be injured like this by a mere monster? Could it be that he was busy with others and did not cultivate during this time? Did it cause the strength to retreat?

He flew in the sky with the person in his arms for about half an hour and came to a courtyard in the city.

When the guard in the courtyard saw him, he was slightly surprised, and immediately knelt down on one knee: "Kow down to the master!" It was so late, why did the master come back? And what was he holding in his arms? How do you look like a person?

Who can have such a great ability to be held by the master?

Is it, woman? For a time, these guards couldn't help but become curious.

Mo Ye carried the person into the room, put the person on the bed lightly, lifted the cloak that wrapped him, looked at his pale face and the appearance of being awake, and took out a medicinal pill. Squeeze his mouth open, raise his chin, put the medicinal pill directly into his mouth, and let the medicinal pill slide down his throat.

The aura of spiritual energy condensed in the palm of his hand shrouded him down, only to see a layer of white light wrapping his whole body, and using immortal magic to treat his wounds.

When he retracted his hand, he sat down beside the bed and looked at the sleeping man on the bed. He couldn't help but stretched out his hand and squeezed his face: "It's really useless to be hurt like this by a monster."

Big hands pinched the little monk's soft cheeks on the bed, soft and elastic, he was obviously not willing to squeeze too hard, but his delicate little face was still reddened by him, which made his originally pale complexion a bit more. The blood color looks a lot better.

Looking at the blushing face that he pinched, he moved his hands and eyes with a guilty conscience. However, after thinking about it for a while, his deep eyes fell on his delicate face again. He pinched the red marks, and couldn't help but stretched out his palm and rubbed him again.

"I didn't use much force, you are too delicate."

He seemed to justify himself, and he didn't take away the hand that was rubbing his pink face, but said, "There are not many people in this world who can make this gentleman rub his face for him, you earned it."

Tangning was in a coma, if she knew that Mo Ye was rubbing and pinching her face while she was in a coma, she would have gotten up and reasoned with him.

However, she could never have imagined that the Night King, who always wore a noble appearance in the past day, would have such an unfamiliar hobby, and she would never have imagined that she was the one who was taken advantage of and disliked.

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