At the edge of the Nether Flame Array, Mu Qing returned to Murong Jing with the thin woman in his arms.
Murong Jing's eyes fell on him, and she felt a little comfortable and happy in her heart, but she deliberately said with a cold face: "There will be no next time."
Mu Qing opened his mouth to say something, but when he saw that she deliberately hid her hands behind her back, she frowned and asked in shock: "Why are you so seriously injured?"
The first thing that caught his eye was the blood on the ground, which spread out and connected to the base of her feet, which was extremely dazzling.
When Mu Qing asked, he found the answer. Looking at the dense wounds on her fair arms, his throat moved and he said with difficulty: "You..."
Murong Jing raised her chin, looked forward with her eyes, and interrupted: "What are you doing? This is just some flesh. You are burned to a pulp, and there are still people watching."
Mu Qing hummed softly and looked along her line of sight. Bai Hao looked at him through an iron fence. A ball of karma was condensed on the palm of his raised right hand, which emitted a slight light in the suddenly silent space. The "squeaking" sound.
After activating the Nether Flame Formation twice and failing twice, Mu Qing originally thought that he would remain furious, but he did not expect that he would regain his composure so quickly.
"If I want, these people will die."
The fire in Bai Hao's eyes shrank to a central point again, and his gaze fell on Mu Qing's arms.
"Is this your sincerity?"
Mu Qing had been facing him for a long time, and could not suppress the murderous intention deep in his heart, so he simply ignored him. He took Murong Jing's hand and held his breath while thinking about how to leave.
Despite Meng Zhang's help, after resisting the Youyan Formation for so long with the secret technique he had just learned, he only had less than 30% of his true energy left.
Despite the purple energy protecting her body, the woman in Mu Qing's arms still fell into a coma. When Murong Jing took the initiative to take over, she sighed in her heart and felt that the weight on her hands was not even as heavy as children like Zhao Qingqing. She looked into the iron prison Those with numb eyes simply don't want to imagine what kind of torture they have suffered over the years.
The Karma Fire in Bai Hao's hand swayed slightly, and the blue fire light illuminated his face. Faced with Mu Qing's disregard at this time, he was far from as calm as Mu Qing thought, but when he looked at Mu Qing He smiled directly when he showed genuine concern for the ant-like woman.
There are many such ants and trash around him in prison, and he can control the lives and deaths of these people at any time.
Murong Jing felt disgusted when she saw Bai Hao's smile. Chao Muqing sent a message to advise: "The more you care about these people in front of him, the more passive you will be. This time, leaving is the best choice."
Mu Qing glanced at the faces in the prison and sighed with regret in his heart.
He could no longer remember what Zhang Zhijing looked like...
He still remembered that when he first arrived in Hidden Valley, he would return to the carefree days of Mudleg Lane in his tired dreams. Zhang Zhijing's face was still very clear at that time.
But I don’t know since when, the goodbyes have always been in nightmares. Zhang Zhijing’s face was shattered, either deep in the dark and silent swamp, or buried in a dazzling and terrifying pool of blood.
Now, so many years later, when he wanted to recall Zhang Zhijing's face, everything had gone by with the passage of time.
"Twelve years have passed. What would it be like if you were still here, Uncle Zhang?"
Bai Hao's eyes kept resting on Mu Qing. Seeing that his eyes were dazed, he grabbed a man with a big move and said, "I, Bai Hao, have always been honest in everything I do. This is the Zhang Zhiyuan you are looking for."
Mu Qing looked over immediately.
Bai Hao lifted up the man's collar with a look of disgust and slapped it against the cell door, not minding Mu Qing's inspection.
The man was lifted without dignity, and his limbs were hanging limply in the air. Mu Qing's gaze glanced directly from the man's scarred face to the man's right foot.
He remembered that Zhang Zhijing's right foot was a little spooky, and his frame and stature should be about the same as Zhang Zhiyuan's. But to Mu Qing's disappointment, he still couldn't be sure whether this person was Zhang Zhijing based on just the physical characteristics in his memory.
Because he found that the hands and feet of these people seemed to be twisted in reverse. It was possible that their bones were broken and they were unable to walk normally.
Knowing that he would only be passive if he continued to ask, Mu Qing still asked with luck: "What are the conditions?"
Bai Hao made a whooshing sound in his throat. He let go of his hand and let the man fall gently to the ground.
Seeing the solemn expression on Mu Qing's face, Bai Hao even felt a bit regretful after the absurdity. If he had known that these ants were so useful, why would he go to such trouble.
"You have to know that these people here are either closely related to your father, or they are close to your mother."
Mu Qing interrupted him directly and asked: "So what are your conditions?"
The reason why he left these people unkilled in the first place was because they could no longer pose a threat, but because he was really waiting for the right time to lure Lin Xiao's descendants into his own trap.
The current situation was so far from what he had expected, that Bai Hao fell silent for a moment.
He looked at Murong Jing next to Mu Qing, and realized for the first time that Mu Qing could unknowingly influence the entire Hidden Valley. After pondering for a moment, he asked: "Do you want to save one person, or all of them?"
Mu Qing just looked at him silently.
Bai Hao chuckled and said, "I think you should trade your life for them. After all, they and their husbands have been a blessing to you."
Mu Qing narrowed his eyes and glanced at the woman in Murong Jing's arms, feeling slightly sad. It is difficult to tell whether the flower Bai Hao mentioned is true or false. Maybe she is not Aunt Xiaoya. But what about that? How much price did they pay to rescue him? Did they really replace him with Shaoyao's brother?
Murong Jing noticed something was wrong with Mu Qing's mood, and deliberately walked in front of him to block his view, looked at Bai Hao and snorted, "Did you drink too much blood and water, and pustules started to grow in your brain? If you still haven't seen it until now, I don’t know where the advantage lies, so why not try killing them?”
"You think I don't dare?"
Bai Hao lit a ball of karma fire in his hand and was about to swing it at the man on the ground. Murong Jing saw that he was full of momentum, but he didn't make a move for a long time, and sarcastically said: "You are going to do it?"
Bai Hao's face was a little stiff, he glanced at Mu Qing and said to himself: "Did I guess wrong?"
He had witnessed Murong Jing's various protections for Mu Qing tonight, and thought that this girl was enamored of Mu Qing, and had even planned to threaten Mu Qing to make the two of them submit. Now that he thought about it carefully, he felt that such an idea was ridiculous. .
Murong Jing endured the surge of energy and blood in her chest, raised her jaw and said, "If you are still clear-headed, you should know that the advantage is on our side. If you want to survive, let them all go. I can spare your life tonight." .”
Murong Jing's words were so domineering that they actually diluted the sadness in Mu Qing's heart. Seeing that Bai Hao's face was ashen, he thought clearly and figured out a key point. As long as he could keep Bai Hao feeling the pressure, these people would even be better off than before.
So he took the initiative to ask: "Can this Nether Flame Formation be activated again?"
When Murong Jing saw that Mu Qing had returned to normal, the corner of her mouth curled up and she retreated to Mu Qing's side.
This time it was Bai Hao's turn to look at Mu Qing silently.
Mu Qing said calmly: "This Nether Flame Formation can no longer trap me, and you can't kill me, but I still have the possibility of killing you. Do you believe it?"
Bai Hao closed his eyes, his chest rose and fell, and he let out a long breath. This scene was very similar to the one he had just threatened with his life. The only difference was that he was taking the lives of these ants, while Mu Qing was taking his life.
Mu Qing had a rare moment of peace in his heart. He wanted to believe that Uncle Zhang and Aunt Xiaoya were still alive, but since he couldn't recognize them by their appearance, he no longer planned to confront Bai Hao anymore.
Mu Qing said: "I believe that you have been the city lord for so many years, and you are by no means a shallow person. Protect them, and when we meet again next time, you still have a chance of survival. If I find out that the twenty-three young men in this prison are If you kill even one person, you will die miserably."
Bai Hao opened his eyes, with a look of disbelief on his face, and said in a sharp voice: "How dare you threaten me?"
Mu Qing felt that it was a waste of air to say another word to such a person. He took the unconscious woman from Murong Jing's hand again and said expressionlessly: "What? Weren't you threatening me just now?"
Bai Hao opened his mouth to fight back, but when he saw Mu Qing holding one in his arms and holding another in his hand, he turned around and walked away.
"How dare you leave, you scoundrel!" Bai Hao banged the iron door, causing ripples in the formation above.
Murong Jing lowered her head to look at the hand being held. She was originally filled with a subtle and peaceful mood. At this moment, her delicate eyebrows were counting down. She turned around and stared at Bai Hao fiercely. A flash of fire flashed in her eyes, and there was an invisible force rushing towards her. Xiang Baihao frightened him into shutting up immediately.
Seeing Mu Qing's back completely disappear into the passage, Bai Hao's frustration reached its peak.
Not long ago tonight, he succeeded in making a breakthrough at night. At that time, he thought he had experienced all the twists and turns in the spiritual practice.
Have you ever thought about watching the enemy destroy his ten years of hard work, watching him break through, and after all these twists and turns, watching them walk away, while he himself can only watch helplessly?
Is there anything more frustrating than this?
For half the time of the incense stick, Bai Hao stood alone in the prison without saying a word.
At this last moment, Mu Qing could not be left in the recovering Nether Flame Formation, and the Karmic Fire on his body had no effect on Mu Qing. As for the power of blood?
Bai Hao even thought that Mu Qing could absorb his blood, and a chill ran down his spine. He had to admit that after all the calculation methods had been exhausted, he was a little afraid to face this young man again. .
A voice suddenly sounded from the darkness in the corner: "Are they gone?"
"gone."
Bai Hao nodded feebly, suddenly woke up, looked in the direction of the sound, his whole body turned into an afterimage and rushed towards him, and finally cursed angrily: "Old thief mistaken me!"
His palm fell towards the blurry figure in the corner, and a golden light flashed through his palm, making a clean and crisp sound.
