As soon as Murong Yafeng saw blood on his wrist, a cold air like a white mist suddenly appeared in his body, and it quickly rolled up his bleeding wrist.

The blood quickly fused with it, and the original white mist gradually turned into a red mist.

Ye Qinghuan was shocked when he saw this, and then thought of what Murong Yafeng had said before...... Fusion with the Spirit of Ice.

Could it be that he only continued the fusion that was interrupted by Yelan Ling at this moment, and then used the Spirit of Ice to find out the truth about Mu Qingmiao's death?

"Yafeng ......" Ye Qinghuan's heart shrank slightly, and she unconsciously took a step forward, she always felt that the so-called 'fusion' was not a good thing.

"Sister, don't come here, it will hurt you." Murong Yafeng was still sensible, and when he saw Ye Qinghuan approaching him, he hurriedly stopped him.

Ye Qinghuan was stunned when she heard this, stroked her slightly convex lower abdomen, and finally stopped, standing two feet away from Murong Yafeng, looking at him worriedly.

She thought, maybe Mu Qingmiao's death...... It's really not easy.

Otherwise, Murong Yafeng would not have taken such a big risk, just to find out the truth of Mu Qingmiao's death—he must have sensed something.

But if Ye Qinghuan does not move, it does not mean that the people of Mujiabao do not move.

Murong Yafeng's weirdness at the moment had already shocked everyone's hearts, and they only felt that this situation was beyond the scope of what they could accept, and they even regarded Murong Yafeng as a monster!

After all, Murong Yafeng's body did float out of a white mist-like 'living thing' that could suck blood, and it obviously seemed to be alive.

"What kind of demon is this?"

"Don't let him continue! Interrupt him! ”

"Let's shoot! Old Castle Lord! ”

Mujiabao was full of emotion, seemingly indignant and impatient, but in fact he was full of fear of Murong Yafeng.

The old castle lord was also shocked at this moment, and the scene in front of him reminded him of his son's death—maybe it was this demonic thing that killed his son!

Otherwise, with Murong Yafeng's identity and strength, how could he kill his son with one palm?

"Old Castle Master!" Ye Qinghuan noticed that the old castle lord's expression was shaken, and his voice suddenly became violent, "You are the lord of a castle, do you want to regret it!" ”

The old castle lord glanced at her and sneered: "I won't touch you, you'd better stay out of the way!" Your brother has become a demon, and everyone will be punished! ”

After that, he waved his hand: "Fire!" ”

Ye Qinghuan's face tightened, and he was about to fly towards Murong Yafeng, but he was protected by Murong Yafeng's enchantment.

"Sister, don't worry, they can't hurt me." Murong Yafeng's face was very calm, and the blood mist on his wrist was flying, which looked extremely weird, but he also smiled beautifully and gently at the night.

This smile made Ye Qinghuan feel a little trance through the cold enchantment, as if she saw the Yafeng sister who couldn't see with her eyes at the beginning, and the world was innocent and beautiful, and there was only her sister......

After Murong Yafeng protected Ye Qinghuan with an enchantment, his long sleeves flew in an instant, and he quickly dodged and counterattacked in the messy fire that smashed towards him.

The artillery that was coming towards him did not hurt him, but with the explosions, the temperature around him suddenly increased, and he was in a sea of fire.

The ice and snow of the iceberg quickly melted, revealing the original withered grass, and the sea of fire suddenly became more vigorous.

Beads of sweat dripped from Murong Yafeng's forehead, Ruyu's face showed an abnormal red, and her beautiful eyes revealed a bit of demonic enchantment.

However, he never fought back against Mujiabao's people.