Chapter 464

The people still knelt down and did not see this scene, but the mayor and some guards were shocked and looked at the scene in front of them. They trembled and cried: "immortal, immortal..."

Before the words were spoken, he saw the man in black robe and a piece of Tianyan in front of him. He picked up the master of Tang, turned around and walked away against the sword in the breeze. In a blink of an eye, he disappeared in the dark.

The mayor of the town was staring at him. He didn't even have a chance to stop him. He could only watch Tang Shi being carried away

Mo Ye is holding the man in his arms and walking against the wind in the night. In order to prevent him from getting cold by the night wind, he takes out his cloak and wraps him up. He holds him in his arms. The light weight makes his eyebrows wrinkle. He only feels that the man in his arms is fragile and delicate, and even his body is soft and soft.

Seeing the Buddha's light and holy power, he knew that he must be there. Unexpectedly, he was hurt so badly, and the bloodstain all over his body made him frightened.

With his powerful mind, how could he be hurt like this by a monster? Is this period of time busy with other not practicing? Has the strength retreated?

Holding people flying in the sky for about half an hour, came to a courtyard in the city.

When the guards in the courtyard saw him, they were surprised and knelt down on one knee: "kowtow to the master!" So late, how did the master come back? And what's in his arms? How do you look like a person?

Who can have such a great ability to let the master hold it?

Is it, woman? For a moment, the guards were curious.

Mo Ye carries a man into the room, gently puts the man on the bed, lifts his cloak, looks at his pale face and unconscious appearance, and then takes out a pill. He pinches his mouth, raises his chin, and directly puts the pill into his mouth to let it slide down his throat.

The palm condensed spiritual power, and the breath shrouded him. A layer of white light wrapped his whole body, and he was treated with immortal method.

When he took back his hand, he sat down beside the bed and looked at the sleeping man on the bed. He couldn't help but stretch out his hand and pinch his face: "it's useless to be injured by a monster like this."

The big hand pinched the soft cheek of the little monk on the bed, soft and elastic. He was not willing to pinch much, but the delicate little face was still pinched red by him, which made his originally pale face a little more bloody and looked much better.

Looking at the face that was pinched red by him, he moved his hands and eyes with some guilty conscience. However, after thinking for a time, the deep eyes fell on his delicate face again. Looking at the traces of red pinched on his face, he couldn't help but stretch out his palm and knead it for him.

"I don't use much effort. You are too delicate."

As if he was defending himself, he did not take away the hand that rubbed his pink face, but said: "there are not many people in the world who can let me rub his face for him. You have made money."

Downing is in a coma. If she knew that Mo Ye kneaded and pinched her face while she was in a coma, she would probably stand up and argue with him.

However, she could not have imagined that the night king, who always carried a dignified appearance, would have such an inhumane hobby, let alone that she was the one who had been taken advantage of and despised.