The princess returns strongly, and the divorced regent is busy chasing his wife

"Ling'er... I'm sorry. Once I finish what I'm doing, I will come to you and commit suicide to apologize," Mo Ran murmured while hiding behind the branches.

He looked at Ouyang Miaoling's heartbroken appearance and felt extremely painful in his heart, but he did not dare to show up because he knew he could not face her.

"Mo Ran... come out, come out, Mo Ran!" Ouyang Miaoling's emotions were almost out of control, and she kept shouting Mo Ran's name loudly in the woods.

Her voice echoed throughout the woods, carrying with it endless sadness and despair.

"Ling'er, don't be like this..." It was Nangong Mingxuan who arrived shortly after. After hearing Ouyang Miaoling's cry, he quickly persuaded Ouyang Miaoling to calm down.

He knew that Ouyang Miaoling's current condition was very dangerous. If it was not controlled in time, it might cause serious damage to her body.

"Ling'er, I know you've been carrying too much recently, and you've been suppressing your emotions. If you want to yell, just yell it out." Nangong Mingxuan held Ouyang Miaoling in his arms, gently stroked her head, trying to make her feel a little warmth and comfort.

He knew that Ouyang Miaoling now needed a shoulder to lean on, someone to talk to.

"I saw Mo Ran..." Suddenly, Ouyang Miaoling regained control of her emotions, her eyes became firm, and she said to Nangong Mingxuan.

"Where is he?" Nangong Mingxuan asked puzzledly.

"He should be nearby. I wonder why she is hiding from me?" Ouyang Miaoling calmed down and began to discuss with Nangong Mingxuan.

"You said the figure you were chasing was Mo Ran?" Nangong Mingxuan asked in disbelief.

Ouyang Miaoling did not answer him, but nodded heavily at her.

"Where is he now? Have you seen him?" Nangong Mingxuan asked.

"I didn't catch him. He should be in this forest, just hiding and didn't want to see me. I don't know what happened to him. I just want to know what happened in Medicine King Valley and whether it has anything to do with him. Why doesn't he want to see me?" Ouyang Miaoling's face was full of pain. She still couldn't get over the incident in Medicine King Valley.

Mo Ran, who was hiding behind the branches, looked at Ouyang Miaoling's painful expression and felt extremely sad.

When he saw Nangong Mingxuan appear and hugging Ouyang Miaoling to comfort her, his heart felt like it was being torn apart.

He didn't know how to face them, nor did he know if he could ever go back to his old life.

Just as Mo Ran was feeling troubled and distressed, he heard the sound of a flute in his ears, which gave him a splitting headache.

He tried to fight against the song, but he was ultimately unable to resist its control. In the end, like a tool who had completely lost consciousness, he drew out the sword in his hand and stabbed towards where Nangong Mingxuan and Ouyang Miaoling were.

"Be careful..." Nangong Mingxuan was the first to react, and he dodged the attack while holding Ouyang Miaoling.

The man was wearing a silver mask and holding a long sword. He attacked Nangong Mingxuan for the second time.

Nangong Mingxuan was not to be outdone and started a fierce battle with the mysterious man. The two fought back and forth, and it was difficult to tell who was the winner.

Ouyang Miaoling watched from the side, feeling extremely anxious. She wanted to join the fight, but the fight between the two was flawless, making it difficult for her to join.

Suddenly, he noticed that the swordsmanship of the masked man seemed very familiar. He concentrated his energy and tried to crack this swordsmanship.

At this moment, a flash of inspiration came to his eyes, and he finally understood why the masked man's swordsmanship was so familiar. Because that swordsmanship was Mo Ran's.

After Ouyang Miaoling saw the origin of the sword technique, he shouted loudly: "Nangong Mingxuan, he is Mo Ran!"

Hearing this, Nangong Mingxuan was obviously stunned, and Mo Ran took this opportunity to quickly stab out with a sword, with the tip of the sword pointing directly at Nangong Mingxuan's left arm.

This sword was extremely accurate and pierced Nangong Mingxuan's left arm directly. Blood flowed down his arm. Nangong Mingxuan quickly covered his left arm with his right hand.

Mo Ran quickly retracted the sword in his hand, and at the urging of the flute sound, he stabbed Nangong Mingxuan with a fatal blow.

When Ouyang Miaoling saw Mo Ran preparing to stab with a fatal sword, her heart tightened and she quickly took action.

She was seen holding a short sword, meeting Ouyang Miaoling's moves. Then, she and Mo Ran began to fight.

Mo Ran's moves were extremely fierce, and each move seemed to kill Ouyang Miaoling.

Ouyang Miaoling couldn't help but feel surprised and confused, because she knew Mo Ran's kung fu level very well, but now he could improve to such a high level in a short period of time, even she herself was almost no match for him.

However, just when Ouyang Miaoling was stunned, Mo Ran seized the opportunity and delivered a fatal blow to Ouyang Miaoling. This blow was as fast as lightning, leaving Ouyang Miaoling no time to react.

Nangong Mingxuan also reacted quickly and wanted to save Ouyang Miaoling, but he was some distance away from her, and after all, distant water cannot quench immediate thirst.

Just as Ouyang Miaoling quickly took out a pistol from the space and prepared to shoot at Mo Ran, when she pulled the trigger and the bullet was about to fire, Mo Ran suddenly stopped his attacking action due to being injured. Ouyang Miaoling was caught off guard and quickly gestured to the side of the tree.

With a loud bang, the small tree behind Mo Ran was cut in half.

The three of them stopped fighting, and Mo Ran regained some consciousness. Nangong Mingxuan hurried forward, took Ouyang Miaoling's hand, and said anxiously: "Ling'er, are you okay? Are you injured?"

Ouyang Miaoling had a slight scratch on her hand, and blood was running down her fingers, but she seemed to feel no pain at all, and just stared coldly at the masked man in front of her.

Said: "Mo Ran... I know it's you. Tell me, what happened? Why were all the people in Yaowang Valley slaughtered overnight?"

Mo Ran, who had regained some of his sanity, nervously tried to explain: "I..." But in the end he was unable to defend himself. He lowered his head in shame, not daring to look Ouyang Miaoling directly into the eyes.

"You say it..." Ouyang Miaoling was so angry that she almost rushed forward to question, but Nangong Mingxuan held her arm tightly and protected her behind his back.

"I know you are Mo Ran. If you have any secrets, you can tell me and I will definitely help you solve them." Nangong Mingxuan protected Ouyang Miaoling behind him and faced the dangerous Mo Ran alone, and spoke.

"I..." Mo Ran tried to open his mouth to explain something, but he just couldn't make a sound.

"What did you say about me..." Ouyang Miaoling asked anxiously.

Just when Mo Ran was trying to say something, the sound of a bamboo flute caught the attention of several people.

When Mo Ran heard the sound of the flute, he rushed towards Ouyang Miaoling like a madman.

Nangong Mingxuan pushed Ouyang Miaoling away again, and took on Mo Ran's palm strike that was infused with his internal strength.

Mo Ran's eyes were bloodshot, and he attacked them like crazy, changing his moves. He and Nangong Mingxuan were fighting back and forth, and the fighting between masters was just a matter of knowing when to stop.

Nangong Mingxuan used his unique martial arts to knock Mo Ran to the ground with one palm.