This taste is so familiar that it not only does not make you feel scared, but it also makes you feel inexplicably excited.

She tried her best to make herself cold-blooded, not watching the fight outside, and secretly told herself that she would not mess with who they were, and that she would meet by chance, and that no one would have anything to do with her if she died.

She covered her ears, closed her eyes, and let the blood splash around her, she chose not to move at all.

She didn't even understand her identity, so why should she worry about the messy things around her?

Just as she tried her best to warn herself not to interfere, she suddenly felt a trace of danger coming.

When I turned around, I saw a masked man in black who had cut over an armored guard and his eyes were already locked tightly on her.

Feng Qingcheng couldn't help but swallow a bite. What does this old saying mean? The enemy's enemy is her friend. She is so obviously locked in a cage and should be considered Mo Zhi's enemy.

And they came to kill Mo Zhi, which is also considered an enemy. According to the rule that the enemy is a friend, they should be in a good way and not infringe on the river.

But when this thought of taking it for granted was still wandering in Feng Qingcheng's mind, the other party had already raised his sword and slashed at the prison car where Feng Qingcheng was.

A sharp short knife slashed on the prison car and cut off the wooden railing of the prison car in response.

The man raised his short knife again and slashed on the prison car. With a "click", the broken wood flew up, and the prison car completely shattered and splashed all over the floor.

The man locked Feng Qingcheng's wrist and picked it up directly, regardless of whether she wanted to or not, turned around and left.

Feng Qingcheng originally planned to break free from his wrist and give him a shot, but thinking that he could take the opportunity to leave this place naturally, he stopped struggling and left with the other party with peace of mind.

Anyway, when she found a place where no one was found, she would be completely free.

I was thinking about my plan happily, but in a flash, I realized that I was dragged and dragged by the other party to a remote woods.

The man swung his arm strongly, throwing Feng Qingcheng over a pile of weeds.

Because of the excessive force, the wooden hairpin on her head slid to the ground and fell to her hands, and the black hair fell against her cheeks like silk.

At this time, even if Feng Qingcheng had a short-circuited head, he could guess what the man was going to do.

The man behind him had already heard the sound of taking off his clothes, which made Feng Qingcheng's eyes suddenly cold, and he grabbed the wooden hairpin on the ground.

There is no need for her to hide such a **** beast.

Just as she was about to turn around and fight back, she suddenly heard the man behind her muffled groan.

Under the flash of fire, the man in white fox fur fur was covered in blood, and blood dripped from the blade in his hand.

In Mo Ran's eyes, there was ruthless killing and anger. He grabbed Feng Qingcheng's arm very domineeringly and lifted her up.

"Follow me and don't leave..."

Feng Qingcheng broke free from his wrist and retreated resolutely.

This is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity for her to leave here. How could she follow him back to the cage?
Chapter completed!