[Actually, the original enemy of the heroine is the same as Mu Yun. She just felt that she was too weak and had little chance of revenge, so she gave up. Although it's not wrong to be rational and not stupid, but alas, I still hope that she can choose to avenge her family, even if it is a moth to the flame. And although Mu Yun was deliberately calculating, these people actually came to kill the heroine. If it wasn't for Mu Yun to protect Shu Wanqing, he would have died a long time ago.

[It can't be said that the heroine is at fault, she is also very painful, but sometimes she knows that the man's arm is a car, so what can I do? She doesn't know that she is a "female protagonist", she will become very strong, and she is young, so she can only say that it is too miserable, the way of heaven is not a human being]

[Mu Yun's look is because he knows that he is going to die here, and he can finally let go of the hatred that he can't bear at his age TT]

["He didn't look back."]

["Shu Wanqing doesn't know, this look is the last."]

[“No one in this world will protect her anymore, and that person will never come back.”]

[If you have something to say, don't put the original text of the novel! ! ! ! This sentence kills me 10,000 times, the author is this knife fine QAQ]

[My tears are worthless! ! ! I dare not look down... let me cry for a while orz]

Zhaoyao Mountain has been dyed a blood red.

Several cultivators were slashed by Mu Yun under the sword. His expression was cold and blood was splattered between his handsome brows and eyes, adding a hint of strangeness to the indifference that has remained unchanged throughout the year.

Unlike Shu Wanqing who didn't know it, the cultivators who knew that Mu Yun was not full of weak crowns flashed a look of fear in their eyes.

What level did his cultivation break through?

A nineteen-year-old orphan with no family protection is no different from the age of a child to the long-lived immortal world. It is impossible for a child to have such a powerful power!

But the fact is that they can't help but give up.

This time, several middle and high-level cultivators have been dispatched. It would be too embarrassing to have to dispatch god-transforming powerhouses to deal with such young children who are running around and have no intention of cultivating.

The more advanced the cultivator is, the more he pays attention to his reputation. If he comes to kill a child in person, can he hold on to it?

Therefore, they dispatched a large number of people, and after calculating Mu Yun's cultivation base, they thought that it was already a matter of raising teachers and moving people, and it would be foolproof.

Now they were under the indifferent eyes of Mu Yun, trying their best to endure so they didn't escape.

With his back straight and his long sword buzzing, he approached the monks step by step.

He took a step, and the cultivators, who had been looking at him, took a step back in a panic.

Mu Yun was born to drink blood with his sword, and when he felt the master's surging fighting spirit, he made a clanking sound and radiated a lot of light.

It was also because Mu Yun was so imposing that none of the cultivators noticed that he was at the end of the line under several sieges.

Only Shu Wanqing, who was firmly guarded by Mu Yun from the beginning to the end, could see that the knuckles of Mu Yun's left hand behind him were clenched with white knuckles, almost shaking.

He had several wounds all over his body, the white clothes that had never been stained with dust were soaked with blood, and it was shocking. A wound on his shoulder exposed the bones, but his back was still straight, and his expression was flat, as if he was unconscious and could not feel the pain.

No one knows that the vitality in his body has begun to dissipate, and the strength is stirring and pulling away in the body, and he may fall down in the next second.

[God—na—! ! ! ! ]

[Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo much pain]

[It's too miserable, my Mu Yun hurts too much, my mother is going to die]

[Beautiful battle damage 5555555 but I am so empathetic that I have no mood to look at Yan Yan, so I just want to cry]

[I declare that this role is alive in my heart, no one can replace Mu Yun, Meiqiang Miserable is really difficult to play]

[A lot of dramas I've watched have played Yin-Forbear as a "painless patient". I just want to say that I can't feel the pain, and the pain is so painful that my soul shudders, but I still have to endure hard enough not to show it. It's really two different things. Qin Lu's acting is so good, really. TT]

[I'm getting goosebumps watching it... It's so uncomfortable]

The besiegers dared not guess whether he was strong or had spare strength, because the cultivator's combat power was in cultivation and will, and just like this, Mu Yun just killed several cultivators neatly.

After Mu Yun raised the long sword and indifferently spit out a short "go away", the monks finally couldn't resist being greedy for life and fearing death, and said sanely, "Go."

The guards left, the barrier that trapped them was unsupported, and naturally dissipated without a trace.

After sensing that they were out of danger with the last ounce of energy, Mu Yun stood there motionless, his usual calm and focused eyes began to slacken, as quiet as a stone statue stained with blood.

It wasn't until Shu Wanqing rushed over, and the moment he touched him, Mu Yun fell down without any reaction.

She was speechless for a moment in fear, opened her mouth to call out his name, but her throat seemed to be blocked, and she couldn't utter a word.

She couldn't help shaking her hands, and awkwardly held Mu Yun in her arms. Those normally reassuring eyebrows were lifeless, but instead showed a hint of gentleness that belonged to a young man. The color of his lips was too white, and the blood on his face was shocking.

She had long known that Mu Yunsheng was beautiful and thrilling, but now the white clothes he liked were stained with blood. Even if he lost consciousness, the wound was still bleeding, and there was still a crease on his brow.

He never expressed pain when he was awake, but it was easy to see now.

She kept calling his name over and over again in her mind.

Wood Yun. Wood Yun.

Her cultivation base was too low. During this time, Mu Yun often told her that she wanted her to cultivate and grow up as soon as possible, but she wanted to see Mu Yun more and live with him without fear of anything.

During the period when she didn't have bigu, she didn't like to eat the tasteless bigu pill, so Mu Yun watched her quietly for a while, left without saying a word, and brought back some food.

Sometimes it is candied gourd, sometimes it is a cute little noodle person pinched, which makes people reluctant to eat.

She has long known that nothing good in this world can last forever and will always dissipate, and no one can accompany her forever. The person who coined the word "forever" has ulterior motives, and believes that the eternal person will one day be like a knife .