The squall stopped.

Ember maintained the movement of pointing at him, looking at him condescendingly, and his voice was very cold: "The person who killed Mu Jiqiu a few years ago is not your Mu family of the Bloody Continent. ”

The middle-aged man didn't expect him to ask this, and he was stunned for a moment, but he didn't intend to answer this question, and his mouth moved slightly, as if he was going to bite something open.

The tip of the Blade of Slaughter and Rebellion in Ember's hand was picked, it was obviously such a wide and heavy knife, but in his hand it was extremely flexible, and it accurately slashed open the mouth of the middle-aged man in the Mu family, and picked out a black pill inside, far away.

"I want to kill myself by poisoning," he sneered, "it's not that easy. ”

The black-purple mist on the blade of the Blade of Violence enveloped the man's body, making the man howl in pain as if he had killed a pig. Ember looked down at her condescendingly, waiting for him to howl for a long moment before speaking again, "Say." If you don't say it, I don't mind letting you experience what it is to experience what is the ultimate pain in the world. ”

Only then did the middle-aged man show a look of horror on his face, his lips trembling, but he still refused to say anything.

"It doesn't matter. Jing's smile was lazy, "I don't force you, it just so happens that there are a lot of new experiments to be done on the high priest's side, and it's not bad to give him a toy." ”

As he spoke, he tied up the middle-aged man with purple-black mist.

Then, he looked down at Ye Ying and said, "Little girl, meet again." I didn't expect you to be dead. What do you think I'm going to do to you this time?"

As he spoke, bursts of purple-black mist like flames burned on his body, spreading towards Ye Ying like a life, tying Ye Ying up.

Since he appeared, Ye Ying didn't say a word, just stared at him with a pair of clear eyes.

At this time, there were countless turbulent waves in her heart, and in the end, she only said one sentence softly-

"I'm Mu Qianxing. ”

For a moment, time seemed to freeze.

The purple-black mist on Ember's body was like an explosion, covering the sky, and even the world trembled. He tied Ye Ying tighter, and a trace of purple-black mist wanted to strangle her soul.

After a long time, he asked in a dry voice, "What did you say?"

His voice was soft, as if he was afraid that something had been alarmed, and as if he was afraid that the words he had just heard were just an illusion, just a dream.

And Ye Ying, who endured the sharp pain of being strangled by him, looked up at him, and repeated the sentence: "I am Mu Qianxing." I wanted to tell you about it last time I was in the Tower of the Ruins City, but unfortunately you don't seem to want to hear it. ”

Ember stared at her, a terrifying look on his face, like joy, as if he would pounce on her and tear her apart in the next moment.

The purple-black mist on his body also fluctuated with his emotions, like a terrifying monster that would devour Ye Ying in front of him at any time.

"Mu Qianxing has long since died. The voice was soft and dangerous, as if it was telling an ordinary fact, "It is never possible for a person who reveals himself to be resurrected from the dead, not only in the plane of the Futu Continent, but even in other planes. In all the historical records, in all the memories of the ancestors of Starka, I have found many methods, and I have come to the conclusion that it is impossible. It is impossible for Qianxing to live anymore, so Ye Ying ......"

Those purple-black mist wrapped Ye Ying tighter, giving her a feeling of being on the verge of death.