Chapter 649

The Wuji mountains, one after another, are rugged and winding. Zhao Wanxi did not know how long she had been looking for them, and there was no trace of the Wuji Lord.

She then angrily along the road back, far away to see the opposite peak, a crescent white robe swaying in the wind, the tall and straight figure is not Leng junao, who is it?

The figure is as straight as a pine, and the top of the mountain is as cool and charming as the clouds and fog.

In her heart, she had doubts about the identity of the Supreme Lord. Without even thinking about it, Zhao Wanxi went straight to the opposite peak of the cloud top.

On the top of the cloud, the white robe of the crescent moon of the man is integrated with the color of the cloud, and the clouds and mist of the distant mountains make everything seem to be his foil. It's not angry but powerful, and it's a natural flavor of the king.

"Leng Jun Ao."

Zhao Wanxi's cold voice came from behind the man. He was surprised that she didn't arrive as scheduled. The man just glanced back at her, and then looked back at the distant scenery. His dull and calm husky voice came from you.

"If I remember correctly, the person that Dr. Zhao called just now should be the seventh Prince of Nanlin who died in battle, right? Although I have not seen him, I have heard of him. "

The man's voice is indifferent and calm. Zhao Wanxi can't see his face and stares at his back slowly.

Until she came to the man's side, she glanced at him, the golden sun covered the man's silver mask, rippling dazzling streamer, she calmly staring at him, listening to the calm voice with a slight tremor.

"You are Leng junao!"

The Supreme Lord looked back slowly, the deep and dark eagle eyes filled with cold charm, this look Invisible opened the distance between him and the woman.

Then came the husky voice of the man.

"Dr. Zhao keeps comparing himself with a dead man. Is he cursing him?"

His voice was displeased, cold and cold, like hell.

Zhao Wanxi was still fearless, staring straight into the man's eyes: "are you Leng junao or not? It's clear when you open this mask on your face."

Before her voice fell, the woman's eyes tightened and her palms became windy. She rushed to the door of Wuji Lord's face and tried to take off the silver mask on his face.

Her action was quick, fierce and accurate, and the Supreme Lord was caught off guard. However, her fingertips just crossed the man's silver mask and could not be removed smoothly. She had been averted by the Supreme Lord like lightning.

Zhao Wanxi is still attacking from left to right. She will never give up until she takes off the mask on the face of Wuji Zun. Wuji Zun's eyes are slightly tight. With one attack and one defense, the smoke of silence rises and diffuses in the air wantonly. Women throw away the smoke and attack wantonly, just like mansha Zhuhua in full bloom. She is beautiful, gorgeous and charming, and has no tendency of introverted.

The man didn't mean to hurt her, but when he saw her again and again aggressive, he finally threw his cape and suddenly the wind was blowing. He stood on the top of the mountain in a crazy manner.

"Doctor Zhao, don't force me to do it!"

Zhao Wanxi showed her eyebrows, her eyes were cold, and her voice was cold: "since the Supreme Master says that I have recognized the wrong person, how about you show me the mask?"

No matter from her figure or her eyes, she found more and more similarities between Wuji Zunzhu and Leng junao, which strengthened her inner speculation.