Lonely tree in the north

Gui Sheng's face never showed any expression, after he read the letter sent to him by Yuan Kong, there was a little doubt on his face, but it only disappeared in a split second.

"Wu Shi." He shouted, and set his eyes on Mo Xun. Under everyone's expectant eyes, he said slowly: "According to the rules of the sect, punish Gu An, and no one is allowed to fall behind."

Those who heard this sentence almost jumped and sang for joy as if they had received some great joy, and the few who were alone knelt down in front of Gui Sheng.

"Guisheng Dazong, Gu'an is young and ignorant, he must know that he is wrong, please tell Shizong, let him spare Gu'an." Wu Yi begged.

Wu Bai nodded in agreement: "Yes, Gui Sheng Da Zong, that demon clan is cunning, he must have deceived Gu An's childlike innocence to cause such a disaster, for his young age, please give Gui Sheng Da Zong a lenient punishment. "

Wu Shi: "Gui Sheng Da Zong, Si Ye is a member of the demon clan, and the disciple knew it at the time, but the disciple knew that Gu An's temperament would definitely not..."

"enough!"

Before he finished speaking, Gui Sheng suddenly gave a cold shout, and the coldness in his eyes made everyone present feel shaky.

After all, they had never seen Gui Sheng get angry, let alone scold others.

Mo Xun no longer knew what mood he should be in. He felt sad for Gu An, because all of this was obviously not for him, but everything was pushed on him, and he felt lucky for him, because there were those few who loved His brothers.

Mo Xun didn't care about the quarrel, he was just thinking about when this matter will pass, when will the world be quiet.

How did Gu An endure it back then? When he was scolded, he was just a person. Now he has at least a few people standing beside him.

"I see who dares to touch him!"

A voice came from nowhere in the crowd, completely breaking the silence after the cold drink, everyone turned their heads to look around, and finally the crowd gave way.

A group of people in snow-white fur coats charged straight up, each of them had white marks like snowflakes painted on their faces, and long scimitars hanging on their bodies, they looked like savages who ran out of the snow-capped mountains, but there were no savages. That recklessness.

They pulled out their long scimitars and pressed against the crowd, forcing a way out. Then they looked slowly and saw a man in a light blue snow fur coat not far away striding forward.

He rushed forward in a hurry, Mo Xun, who had no intention of going to see it, turned his head slightly, and suddenly a man leaned forward in front of him.

Then the crowd next to him laughed loudly, and the attendants all stopped laughing in an instant.

"Gu'an!"

The person lying in front of him suddenly raised his face, and he stretched out his claws to grab Mo Xun's clothes. When he revealed his face, two rows of porcelain-like teeth dazzled his eyes.

Mo Xun was dumbfounded, staring blankly at the person who suddenly appeared in front of him, not knowing how to react for a while.

Before people could react, he got up, opened his hands and hugged Mo Xun into his arms, like a long-lost relative, tears streaming down his face.

"Didn't you say you would come to me? After waiting for so long, I might as well finish my work and come to you by myself." He hugged her tightly in his arms, like a wronged child, his tone Full of choked up.

Only then did Mo Xun react, and when he realized that it was not fake, he felt a little warm in his heart, "Fengyue, there are so many people watching, let go first?"

He froze for a moment, raised his head to glance at the crowd who were looking at them, rolled his eyes angrily, and hugged the person in his arms even tighter.

Angrily, he said to those people: "Hmph, whoever dares to bully Gu'an will just have trouble with me!"

"........."

Those people were startled, and all of them began to sneer and sneer with disdain.

"Who is he?"

"How dare a brat come here to make trouble?"

"I really don't know how I died."

Yi Fengyue blushed angrily when she heard the words, and looked at their chattering, but couldn't refute anything.

"This, isn't this the ghostly hand of Duan Wang?"

Someone in the crowd screamed loudly, and the old man who heard the title quickly turned his head to look for the true face of the 'Broken King's Ghost Hand'.

The younger ones only heard about it in story books, and when they heard the name, they hurriedly followed the eyes of the seniors.

And on the road that gave way, there was indeed a beautiful woman in a black robe slowly walking away. Her skin was so white that it was almost bloodless, and even her eyebrows and eyelashes were snow-white. The pupils are dark, and the pupils are strangely reddish, like the dark red after the blood is sticky in the dark.

If the Nine Immortals are Mei, then she is An.

The beauty that cannot be touched in the darkness perfectly blends coldness and coquettishness, just like a blood-red demon lotus blooming in the pure water of the Buddha pond, making people afraid to approach and sucking the life of those who come.

"It's really her."

Everyone held their breath, and their eyes fell on her, but after the person she swept slightly, they hurriedly lowered their heads and did not dare to look directly.