Traveling through time and space to become the richest woman and falling in love with the young mast

An Wuhen's voice came, with a hint of sarcasm and complacency.

Immediately afterwards, his figure appeared in front of Dongfang Qingmo like a ghost.

His slender and powerful hands suddenly grabbed Dongfang Qingmo's slender neck, and then lifted her up with force.

Dongfang Qingmo's feet were hanging in the air and breathing became difficult.

Her face gradually turned red, and she grabbed An Wuhen's wrist with both hands in vain, trying to break free.

But An Wuhen's power was too great and she was unable to resist it at all.

Just when Dongfang Qingmo thought he was going to die, An Wuhen let go of his hand.

boom--!

Dongfang Qingmo fell heavily to the ground, and his body made a dull sound as it hit the ground.

She coughed violently, as if her lungs were about to burst, and gasped for breath with difficulty.

It felt so suffocating, like she had just been reborn into this body.

She doesn't want to go through this a third time!!!

An Wuhen stood in front of her condescendingly, looking at her indifferently, with a mocking arc at the corner of his mouth: "Haha, quite smart, but it's a pity that you use it in the wrong place."

Dongfang Qingmo struggled to get up from the ground, glaring at him angrily, gritting his teeth and saying, "You pervert..."

An Wuhen laughed when he heard this, but this laughter did not make people feel any warmth, but instead revealed a hint of coldness. "You are just a weak woman, how can you fight against me?"

If he hadn't sensed the aura of Qingli on Dongfang Qingmo in the black fog, he would have absorbed her essence long ago.

As for her name, I learned it from that useless waste Cheng Cheng.

Seeing that Dongfang Qingmo didn't respond for a long time, An Wuhen frowned in annoyance, and a fierce look flashed in his eyes: "If you don't accept my toast, you will be punished." He narrowed his eyes and locked his dangerous gaze on her.

Dongfang Qingmo simply closed his eyes, looked like he had given up, and sat on the ground to mess things up.

She knew very well that with her current strength and condition, she would definitely die no matter what.

Instead of struggling, it is better to save some energy.

Seeing this, An Wuhen felt extremely bored. He waved his hand impatiently and threw Dongfang Qingmo to Dongfang Qingshui like throwing away garbage.

Dongfang Qingmo groaned, but his body remained motionless.

She thought to herself, if that’s the case, why not pretend to be unconscious and look for an opportunity!

That mysterious black jade is very likely the opportunity to change the situation.

As long as you can seize this opportunity, you may be able to survive.

So she closed her eyes tightly, forced herself to remain calm, and waited quietly for the best time to come.

An Wuhen found an open space next to the black jade, sat down there, and began to rest with his eyes closed.

I saw a layer of black aura surrounding him, and that aura was like smoke, flowing slowly.

And those black air seemed to be attracted by some force, rushing towards the black jade and being swallowed up by it completely.

Dongfang Qingmo didn't dare to make a sound. He could only secretly narrow his eyes and observe everything that was happening in front of him.

She kept wondering who this An Wuhen was. She felt like she had seen him somewhere, but she couldn't remember who he was.

At this moment, her eyes suddenly widened and a feeling of shock surged in her heart.

She finally realized who this person looked like - Huangfu Yi!

Her heart was filled with doubts and confusion. How could it be possible?

An Wuhen has clearly lived for more than a thousand years, while Huangfu Yi is still just a young man. It seems impossible that there is any connection between the two.

But the facts before her forced her to believe this amazing discovery.

"Could it be... Huangfu Yi is also a thousand-year-old man?" Dongfang Qingmo murmured to himself in a low voice, his heart full of disbelief.

However, she quickly shook her head and rejected this ridiculous idea.

This kind of thing cannot be explained by common sense. Maybe it's just a coincidence.

After all, there are so many people in the world who look alike, and perhaps there is no connection between them.

Thinking of this, Dongfang Qingmo decided to put this doubt aside for the time being and continue looking for an opportunity to escape.

Her eyes fell on An Wuhen, and she was secretly thinking about how to deal with the next situation.

In fact, An Wuhen had already seen every move of Dongfang Qingmo.

But as long as she doesn't do anything extreme, he won't take action against her easily.

After all, he had just absorbed the essence of so many people, and he still needed time to refine and absorb it.

At this moment, An Wuhen was fully immersed in the process of refining his essence and had no time to care about anything else.

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Qian Shuishui and his group gradually entered the territory of the Eye of Heaven. They were surrounded by lush green mountains, like a beautiful painting.

They set out cautiously up the winding path, their steps light and steady.

Just as they were cautiously in this silence, a faint noise suddenly came from the front.

Immediately afterwards, a group of several people appeared in front of them, walking slowly along the next road.

The two teams met unexpectedly in a narrow valley. The distance between them was instantly shortened, and the originally calm atmosphere suddenly became tense.

Qingliu's steps came to an abrupt halt, a trace of worry in his eyes, and he whispered to Qian Shuishui: "Miss Qian, it's the Second Master..."

"Ah?!" Qian Shuishui looked closely and found that the leader of the team was Dongfang Ti, and she couldn't help but be shocked.

She hurriedly looked among the team, and after confirming that no one from her Zisen Sect was there, she felt a little relieved.

Qian Shuishui looked forward with a firm gaze, and deliberately lowered her voice: "Let's meet him, it's a good opportunity for him to join us in the search for Qing Mo."

After glancing around and not finding anyone from her Zisen Sect, Qian Shuishui could communicate with them using her female identity.

Qing Liu leaned forward slightly to show respect: "Everything is decided by Miss Qian."

Zi Li blinked her big watery eyes and asked curiously, "Sister Qingliu, who is the Second Master?"

Qing Liu patiently explained: "He is the young lady's uncle."

Zi Li nodded, not quite understanding, and then said innocently: "So he is Sister Qing Mo's uncle! Then he must be Zi Li's uncle."

Zi Li felt no fear or uneasiness towards this new person.

She thought that as long as they were not enemies, there was nothing to worry about.

Dongfang Ti withdrew his gaze from a distance and fell back on the three people and the cat in front of him.

In an instant, his sight, like an eagle's, locked onto Qing Liu in the opposing team with incredible sharpness.

"Why is she here?" Dongfang Ti felt an indescribable surprise in his heart.

This little girl Mo'er is really mischievous!

This grassland is full of dangers and crises, yet she dared to come here alone.

What shocked him even more was the person standing next to Qingliu.

"If it's not Mo'er... then who is it?" Dongfang Ti frowned slightly, thinking quickly in his mind.

Although Qian Shuishui was wearing women's clothes at the moment, Dongfang Ti, with his years of experience and keen intuition, immediately saw through her disguise after just a moment's hesitation.

"It's her!" Dongfang Ti's heart trembled slightly.

Why is there a child with them?

Then where did Moer go?

Dongfang Ti flew up and landed steadily in front of them. His posture was like a nimble hawk, carrying an imposing aura.

He stared at Master Qian, a hint of doubt flashing in his eyes, and asked, "Master Qian, where are you going? Why are you in such a hurry? Is there something important?"

After hearing what he said, Qian Shuishui twitched the corner of her mouth helplessly, thinking to herself: Am I so easy to recognize? ! !

Qingliu stepped forward, bowed respectfully to Dongfang Ti, and said softly, "Second Master."

Dongfang Ti nodded slightly, his eyes falling on Qingliu, and he asked anxiously, "Qingliu, where is Mo'er? Where is she?"

Qingliu's eyes gradually turned red, and tears flashed in her eyes. She choked and said, "Miss...Miss she..." When she said this, the emotions she had tried hard to control could no longer be controlled, and tears welled up in her eyes.

When Dongfang Ti saw this, his heart suddenly skipped a beat and an ominous premonition came to his mind.

He recalled the tragic scenes he had witnessed along the way, where many tribes were massacred and rivers of blood flowed.