Chapter 3165

The woman's face was covered with a white veil, only revealing a pair of eyes as cold as snow: "If you want to die, just spread the word."

After finishing speaking, the woman was about to turn around and leave.

But I heard Mo Chengyue chuckle: "It's a worthy death at the hands of a girl."

He walked towards the woman step by step with boots on, and stood in front of the woman, "The rules of the Saintess Palace, if a young man accidentally sees the true appearance of the Saintess, his eyes will be gouged out?" ?

Is the saint reluctant to attack me? "

As soon as the words fell, there was a sharp piercing sound, and the woman had a machete in her hand, and stabbed at Mo Chengyue's eyes.

Mo Chengyue moved like a shadow, retreating again and again to avoid Hu Yueru's attack.

The woman was merciless, her moves were fierce, she seemed to be irritated, and she must goug out the opponent's eyeballs.

Mo Chengyue walked around behind the woman, avoiding her attack, and held her wrist holding the scimitar with both hands: "It's been so long that I was able to see you once, is this what you did to me?"

Hu Yueru didn't say a word, but pointed the tip of the knife at Mo Chengyue's chest.

"I haven't thanked the girl for saving my life yet." Mo Chengyue twisted her hands behind her and trapped her in his arms, "I'll take one more look at you and leave."

The woman's eyes, as if washed by snow under the moonlight, just stared at him coldly.

Mo Chengyue let go of one hand, stroked the woman's cheek with her fingertips, and lifted the veil on her face.

"Hmm." There was a stabbing pain in his abdomen, Mo Chengyue snorted, and clenched the handkerchief in his hand: "You want to kill me?"

"The crime of blasphemy against a saint is punishable." Hu Yueru drew out her scimitar, slapped him on the chest, pushed Mo Chengyue away, and continued to walk forward.

The cold voice was icy cold, and every word fell into Mo Chengyue's ears: "The last time I saved you was purely a coincidence.

In this life of a saint, she needs to cut off her love and love. If you dare to provoke me again, don't blame me for being rude to you! "

Mo Chengyue pressed her abdomen, staring at the woman's slim back that quickly disappeared from sight, looked down, and saw blood oozing from the snow-white clothes, her palms were sticky, full of bloody smell. "

Mo Chengyue smiled embarrassedly, stuffed the handkerchief into her chest, and quickly disappeared on the top of the snow-capped mountain with the jade flute in her hand...

…

Mo Siyu tossed and turned, thinking about it for most of the night, and finally remembered the piece played by the flute, which seemed to be a lovesickness composed by her aunt who is proficient in piano, chess, calligraphy and painting.

Melodious, tactful, and lingering.

Could it be that the song was played by my brother?

How can it be.

Mo Siyu immediately dismissed this idea, his brother has always been free and easy, and he is not a person who loves his sons and daughters at all.

It probably happened that someone made the same tune as my aunt. The girls in Yuecheng seem to be more proficient in rhythm...

Early the next morning.

Mo Siyu put on his clothes and got up.

Chu Chuyan boiled snow water, twisted the handkerchief and came over to wash Mo Siyu's hands and face.

The team continued to move forward and arrived at yesterday's location.

One night of condensation, large pieces of floating ice floated on the surface of the water, but near the canyon, the cold wind blew waves, and the water surface shimmered.

Mo Siyu asked people to cut down trees and tie them together to make them look like bamboo rafts.

Chu Chuyan asked: "Brother Yu is planning to go to the canyon?"

"Yeah." Mo Siyu said: "I've come all the way, I can see clearly that ice is everywhere, but there is no sign of freezing on both sides of the canyon.

You can only go there and search for it yourself, and then you will know whether it is man-made or not. "