Chapter 623
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Chang Yu's vision is slightly blurred.
He wishes he could embrace this slender figure, confine her in his arms, and protect her at all costs.
But he can't.
… …
"Brother Jian Feng! Brother Jian Feng! You've finally come to save me! "Feeling the familiar breath, Gong Qianxue screams in excitement.
Almost at the same time, a figure rushes down from the void like lightning, heading towards Gong Qianxue.
The pungent smoke, accompanied by a powerful pressure, shrouds everyone around.
The lower cultivations of the Nether Flame Army twitch and fall to the ground.
Even Yan Haotian and the others have pale faces, their lips purple. It's obvious that they've been poisoned.
Mu Yan sneers.
The sound of the zither suddenly rings.
The fog in the air seems to be swept away by a gust of wind, and is instantly blown away without a trace.
Not far away, Jian Feng's figure also appears.
Seeing that his unique poison is easily dispelled, Jian Feng's expression changes slightly.
But he doesn't have time to think about it. He directly picks up Gong Qianxue and leaves.
Mu Yan sneers: "You hurt my people, and you want to leave so easily?"
As soon as her voice falls, the seven swords around her have already shot out.
With a puff, Jian Feng, who has just leaped into the air with Gong Qianxue, groans and suddenly spits out a mouthful of blood.
But just as his figure is about to fall, thick smoke suddenly rises all around him.
When the smoke dissipates, Jian Feng and Gong Qianxue's figures have long disappeared.
"No need to chase!" Mu Yan stops Yan Haotian and the others from chasing, and says lightly, "You can't deal with Jian Feng."
Even if it's a seriously injured Jian Feng.
Just from the confrontation just now, she has already seen that Jian Feng's cultivation is far beyond the peak of the Precelestial realm.
He shouldn't just be a person from the Yanwu Continent.
"Yes, Miss!" Yan Haotian and the others bow and say "yes", their faces revealing a guilty expression.
They are still too weak after all.
The Miss's Internal Force is exhausted. Not only can they not help, but they also have to rely on the Miss to protect them.
Mu Yan knows what they're thinking, and opens her mouth to speak.
But suddenly, a huge sense of dizziness surges up.
Her eyes go black, and her body softly falls down, losing all consciousness in a split second.
"Niangqin –!!"
"Miss –!!"
"Yanyan —!!"
Han Ye reaches out to support Muyan.
However, there was someone who was even faster than him.
A moment ago, Chang Yu was clearly standing several meters away.
But in that instant, he actually teleports over like lightning and catches Muyan's limp body.
Han Ye looks over, bewildered and uncertain. He only feels that Chang Yu's quick movements just now are somewhat abnormal.
"Niangqin!" Xiao Bao rushes to Mu Yan's side, sobbing.
Looking at her mother's pale, bloodless face, tears instantly fill her blue eyes.
He really, really wants to take his mother from Chang Yu's hands.
Xiao Bao really, really doesn't like seeing other men hug his mother so intimately.
Even if this person was Chang Yu, who had always followed and protected him.
But he's too young, too tender. His tiny hands simply can't carry his mother.
He can't protect his mother either.
Xiao Bao tightly squeezed his mother's ice-cold hand, his heart filled with helplessness and unwillingness.
Why … why wasn't that lecher here?
If he was here, he would definitely protect his mother …
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