Chapter 1907: 2007 Distant Call
The hearts of Sikong Qinglan, Shen Yuhe and the others have already tightened, their minds went blank for a while, and they didn't even dare to read any more.
"This idiot!" An Xiaxin above the temple gritted his teeth and cursed. Of course, she also noticed Mu Hanyan's strangeness, and guessed Ling Baobao's intentions in doing so, but did he think that this would stop Mu Hanyan? It was just a death for nothing.
An Xiaxin propped up her body with all her strength, wanting to make a move by herself, and tried her best to stop Mu Hanyan, but just halfway up when she stood up, she half-kneeled powerlessly on the ground.
Looking at Mu Hanyan's icy cold eyes, the long sword in his hand that seemed to be still stained with blood, and looking at Ling Baobao's absolutely unrepentant eyes, An Xiaxin burst into tears.
Ling Baobao smiled wryly. If possible, who would be willing to die easily? He also wanted to use his strength to restrain Mu Hanyan and prevent her from continuing to kill, but the problem was that he didn't have such strength at all.
"Hanyan, we are friends, remember, we are friends!" Ling Baobao looked into Mu Hanyan's eyes with such a magnanimous expression, yet so reckless.
Because of his special status, he didn't have many friends since he was a child. Even if he treats each other sincerely, he will always have some scruples after knowing his identity. Seriously speaking, Mu Hanyan is his first friend in the true sense, which has nothing to do with identity or status, and even often he is not taken seriously at all, but it is precisely because of this reason that makes him This friendship is more innocent and more cherished.
Therefore, he never wanted Mu Hanyan to be controlled by that desire to kill, and he never wanted to see her do something that he would regret for the rest of his life.
In Mu Hanyan's murderous eyes, a faint look of bewilderment flashed, and there was also a hint of tenderness, and the sword in his hand slowed down a bit.
Noticing this subtle change, Ling Baobao was overjoyed, and Sikong Qinglan, Shen Yuhe and others also let out a long breath at the same time.
But soon, they discovered that the softness in Mu Hanyan's eyes was only fleeting, and soon, the cold-blooded cruelty before was restored, and the icy sword edge continued to cut towards Baobao Ling with an unstoppable force.
"Back, Baby Ling, back quickly!" Sikong Qinglan, Shen Yuhe, An Xiaxin and others shouted again in unison.
Back, can I go back? Ling Baobao felt helpless, not to mention whether he could retreat from Mu Hanyan's sword with his strength, even if he could escape this sword, what about the next one?
If Mu Hanyan couldn't be awakened from the demonic barrier of killing, after killing all the rogues, it would be their turn. At that time, where can they retreat?
Facing Mu Hanyan's terrifying strength and killing intent at this time, they didn't even have a chance to escape. If she can't restore the clarity of the Lingtai, she will never stop unless everyone is killed. And by that time, it was too late.
"Hanyan..." Seeing that Xuehan's sword edge was getting closer and closer to him, Ling Baobao shouted sadly, full of despair in his heart.
Mu Hanyan's sword froze suddenly, and confusion appeared in his eyes again.
In the heart already occupied by destruction and killing, blurry images flashed alternately. Although it was so hazy, it was impossible to tell who the person in it was, but it brought her an unusually warm and friendly feeling.
"Han Yan, Han Yan..." A distant voice sounded from the bottom of my heart.