Chapter 149 Bloody Holy Moon Peak

Looking at the legendary bird language between Mu Yin and the trumpet Jinling eagle, no matter how powerful the nerves of Dongfang could not stop pumping, thinking that maybe his nerves would be further stronger tonight.

After listening to the report of Jinling Sculpture, Mu Yin said in a low voice, "Mr. Leng, Amber and Mr. Murong have gone to the Holy Moon Peak outside the city." But what did you find?"

Mu glanced at Dongfang to calm down, and then said, "It has been against a wave of people in the dark."

What are you going to do?

Mu Yin looked at Dongfang in an instant and wanted to know her next choice.

Dongfang Yin knew the meaning of Mu's words, and encountered attacks and interceptions from time to time along the way. No matter how dull people are, they will find the metaphor, clenching their hands that have never been released, and firmly looking directly at Dongfang in front of them: "In the future, I want to be with you."

Don't hide behind you again!

Listening to Dongfang Yin's seemingly sworn words and bright eyes, his clenched hand trembled in his hand, and there was a trace of unspeakable emotion and blood boiling excitement in his eyes, and he nodded gently.

"Good."

Hearing the answer he wanted, Dongfang's serious face smiled instantly and looked at the smile in front of him. Dongfang's heart jumped down, and some of them would be distracted. Blinking as if you can see the white plums slowly blooming in winter, and the bright snow water moistens the white pink flowers, which is so beautiful that people can't look directly under the bright sun.

Seeing that Mu Yin was still waiting for his answer, Dongfang adjusted his mood and asked lazily, "How far is Sheng Yuefeng from here?" Mu Yin saw that she had this question, and his fingers teased the little golden eagle and said with a smile, "I guess they can finish their work according to your feet."

Listening to this ambiguous joke, Dongfang raised his eyebrows unconsciously: "Suddenly I found that you are more and more suitable to be my housekeeper."

Mu Yin said no and nodded: "It's an honor."

Dongfang Yin scratched his head, with a puzzled face.

Holy Moon Peak is located in the northwest of Guanyue City, five kilometers away. In the middle of the night, the mountain road is rugged. Compared with the most primitive foot and vision of the East, you can also understand the meaning of Mu's words. This is also why Donglu didn't answer the rhetorical question, and then there was the current harmonious master-servant picture.

"Hmm!" Looking at the harmonious master and servant picture in front of him, the isolated dragon disdainfully turned away and played with the empty teacup in his hand. Dongfang Yin shook his head and laughed. The dull atmosphere just now suddenly changed. However, he liked this feeling and shook Dongfang's arm and asked with a smile, "So what are you doing now?"

"Sleep." He pulled out his hand and aimed at Dongfang Yin, who smiled brightly. He looked at the suddenly wrinkled handsome face and shouted in pain. Dongfang threw down two words directly and walked to the bedroom inside.

Seeing this, Mu Yin patted Jinling's little head and whispered, "Jinling, go and see what's going on over there." The golden eagle, which had been perched on Mu Yin's arm, suddenly collapsed, although it was unwilling to leave. But there is no way that the one-eyed man who smiles like a spring breeze in front of his sleep is his king.

Long Yu blinked his eyes and looked at the little golden eagle reluctantly looking back step by step. He glanced at Mu Yin, who had been keeping a gentle smile, and his heart was chilling: Hey, it was stiff.

However, Dongfang Yin looked exactly the opposite of Long Yu, and he felt more fond of it. Looking at Mu Yin's eyes unconsciously rising with the ripples called worship, Long Yu felt a chill again and rubbed the goose bumps on his arms and went to sleep by himself.

Seeing the golden eagle standing on the window sill and looking back for the last time, flapping its wings and changing back to its original size. The wind broke out and messed up the curtain in the room and the eyes of the two people.

Mu saw everything as usual and was ready to turn back to his room and suddenly pulled his steps. Looking for strength, I saw Dongfang Yin looking at himself with a smile on his face, but he pretended not to know and asked, "Young master, what's wrong?"

"Can I...? Forget it, it's okay." Slowly loosening the clothes in his hand, Dongfang Yin shook his head faintly, and there was a trace of loss and intolerance between his words.

Knowing that the young master in front of him wants a golden eagle, he is afraid that his temporary preferences will bind the wings that should fly freely and be entangled. Mu Yin's heart is full of warmth, but he still needs to make it clear: "Young master, Jinling eagle is a rare bird in the world like Bojiu for people nowadays. Do you know the danger in this?

Dongfang Yin looked at Mu Yin and Zheng turned his head: "I'm weak. Jinling is too dazzling to bring danger to itself and not protect it at the same time." Looking at the transparent person in front of him, Mu Yin had a kind smile, rubbed Dongfang Yin's black hair, and nodded: "The young master is really smart. Let's go. It's time to rest.

"Hmm." Looking at the people who had fallen asleep in the depths of the curtain, Dongfang Yin showed a shallow smile, gently closed the door, and led Mu back to his room.

Several people in the east slept soundly, but they suffered from the five people who worked hard on the Holy Moon Peak. When I came to the foot of the mountain, I faintly smelled the salty smell of blood. Along the way, it became thicker and thicker, and the sound of metal collisions with weapons collided one after another, and the occasional sparks splashed with dim tree shadows around it.

There have been more than a dozen horizontal and vertical corpses on the ground, covered in black, and the red blood slowly flowed out from under their bodies, winding down into small lines, like the meridians in the human body. The cold chill is reflected in the dark clouds and turbid moon.

The sword in the distance is still unending, and five men in various robes are fighting with other people in black. Judging from the fallen man in black, it can be seen that the strength of the five people should not be underestimated.

Looking at the five bloody people in front of him, the man in black had fear in his eyes. While resisting, he pretended to be calm and said, "Who are you?"

"You followed us all the way and asked who we were?" Gong Yao's face was cold, and he raised his hand and split a man in black who rushed up. His wrist turned over and threw down the scarlet on the sword, and his eyes were cold.

The man in black reacted for a moment, recalling the head on the portrait he saw, and said with great certainty, "We only kill the avatar under the order, which has nothing to do with you."

The implication is that three of the five people can leave by themselves.

"Oh... It doesn't matter if you kill so many people. Isn't it a little late?" Han Zijin shook the soft and rigid nine-section whip in his hand and wrapped around a man vigorously. He flipped 360 degrees in place. All the people in black in the clothes and robes only felt that the peony under the turbid moon in front of him was enchanting and eye-catching. He shook his heart and only heard a tragic cry. The companion entangled by the nine-section whip was already in a different place, and the blood sprayed from his neck. Out. He opened his eyes in horror and looked at the black peony with a breathtaking smile, and the turbid moon dyed red in the night sky.

The last man in black who directly pierced the throat and died under the nine-section whip still opened his protruding eyes. Blood bubbles gurgled out of his throat, as if he wanted to speak hard.

Suddenly, he heard the sound of the peony blooming... Black, is that the only scenery he saw before death?

The hands covering their throats are slowly loosened, and they die on their backs. If there is nothing at the corners of their mouth, they drive a gradually stiff smile...

It only belongs to the only scenery in my life, and also the last time...