Chapter 861

Put the hand on the waist of the wind chant, tightly clench up, seem to be holding back what.

"MOJIN!" Wei iris calls MOJIN's wind chant low.

"Yes?" The wind answered.

"You say, what kind of help do the person behind the scenes want you to help him? I feel that all our actions are under his eyes now. What we do, he will know ahead of time that the trap just happened was obviously designed for me. Isn't that to say, everything is under his control? " The more Wei said, the more flustered she was.

The wind sang clearly felt that the body of the kite was shaking slightly.

Yes, this mechanism is designed for her. He is very clear that Wei iris knows that Yumiao and Yuqiao are in Nanyue state, so he will definitely go to find them. So he is sure that Wei iris will come, so he designed this mechanism.

It turns out that in extreme fear and panic, people will expose all her weaknesses.

But the real mujin sees the body of "Wei iris" left by the lion in the secret room. Mujin must be crazy, right?

"The so-called help is just for use. When it is used up, it will be lost!" Said the wind.

"Use? Since it's utilization, what does that person want? Isn't his goal me and you? " Wei iris's dark eyes are cold, and the cold light shoots out from the bottom of her eyes, but her mouth is full of doubts.

"Maybe the other side's goal is not us at all, but to do all this is just to use us to do something for him that he can't do!"

After listening to this sentence, Wei iris stood up and then looked at the wind and said, "what would that be? Is it related to the Pearl of the zodiac? "

"Wind Yin shakes his head:" do not know

Wei irises listened to it like a frustrated balloon, and the hope flashing in her eyes faded slowly: "curious, if so, they can use sue to threaten us?"

Wind Yin heard the words of Wei iris. He raised his lips and shook his head again: "iris, don't think about it. Have a good rest. There will always be a day when you can see the sun through the dark clouds!"

Wei iris nodded, then pulled the sleeve of Feng Yin, and said in her voice, "you've been tired all day, do you want to have a rest with me?"

"Good!" The wind recited the candlelight, raised his lips, and then lay down with Wei iris.

The whole mountain depression was as silent as death, almost surrounded by people with silver masks.

"Little Lord, except for the cold moon, there is no one alive. All the people in the secret room are killed by lions, while those in the secret room are killed by swords!" A man with a silver mask came to mujin to report after checking all the bodies.

Mujin in white stood in the cold moonlight. Her figure looked so mysterious and penetrating, especially when the wind gently moved mujin's long silver hair on her shoulder.

It's like the hand of death playing with the strings.

"And the cold moon?" Mujin opens her eyes. The red light is like a sharp knife light. Shua shoots it out of her eyes. It's cold and cruel, killing her.

"Although life is OK, but the body is full of lion's scratches and bite marks. The injuries are serious. I'm afraid I can't wake up for a while!" Standing behind mujin, the man bowed his head and replied respectfully.

Even if he didn't look up, the cells and every hair of his body had already felt the breath of killing.

"Did you find her?" When mujin asked this question, the figure of Leng Yin turned around.

Mingming's moon white gown is as holy and pure as a lotus flower. However, in the eyes of the disciples, every inch and inch of the white gown flows with red blood.

The disciple knelt down and his whole scalp was numb: "I can't find it!"

He dare not say that the trunk left by the lion's bite is likely to be that of iris Wei. He dare not!

"She is so smart and alert. She should have gone to the bottom of the mountain. You are taking people to look for her carefully. If you can't find her, don't come back!" Mujin's red eyes are so terrible that every word looks like a sharp sword, piercing the hearts of the disciples.

"Yes!" Said the man in cold sweat.

At this time, another disciple came to mujin and reported: "little Lord, all lions have been rifled, and the bodies that have not yet been digested are found in their stomachs!"

"There must be no body in it, right? Iris is very smart and alert. How could she be eaten by a lion? " Mujin's red eyes are dark and shining, and her voice sounds so penetrating, even madness.

The disciple did not dare to look up, and did not know how to answer, but said, "little Lord, the lion does not swallow the food as a whole as a snake, but chews it. Except for being able to distinguish hands and feet, his subordinates cannot distinguish them!"

Words fall, Mu Jin immediately ruthlessly extended his hand, pinched the man's neck: "even this is not good, what do I want you to do?"

"Little Lord..." The disciples did not dare to struggle until the blood flowed out of their mouths. "Since she can't tell, she has already escaped. Everyone will search for her. Even if the mountain is turned over, she must be found!"

Mujin stood on the high stone, pointed to all the people and said loudly. The red eyes were full of bloodlust and cruelty.

If you take off his mask, his face is a little bit very ferocious.

It's like being possessed by fire.

"Yes" no one dares to disobey MOJIN's order, and even more dare not say anything to MOJIN.

Because the cold moon and the moon have warned them before, once the eyes of the little Lord turn red, it indicates killing.

No one can stop him!

Mujin said suddenly raised her head and looked at the bright moonlight in the sky. Her red eyes were more full-bodied like blood.

And the whole person is also like a cruel beast, losing human nature!

Jiangnan courtyard seems more silent than before. Except for the occasional wind sound of cicadas' chirping, no sound can be heard.

Chiba is holding a wind lamp and holding su'er's hand, walking slowly in the corridor.

At this time, they can hear their heartbeat in the dead air.

"Nobody, nobody!" Chiba pulls sue'er to walk through almost every room of the east courtyard, but she doesn't even have a personal movie.