The people were still kneeling and bowing their heads and not seeing this scene, but the mayor and some guards looked at the scene in shock. They shouted in tremblingly: "Immortal, Immortal..."

Before he could say anything, he saw the man in a black robe with a cold and handsome man in front of him picking up Master Tang, turning around and stepping on the Qingfeng sword, and disappearing into the darkness in the blink of an eye.

The mayor stared blankly, not even a chance to stop him, and could only watch Master Tang be taken away...

Mo Ye walked in the night with the person in his arms holding the wind. In order to prevent the night wind from causing him to catch a cold, he took out his cloak and wrapped him up, holding him in his arms. The weight that was too light to be lighter made his brows frown. He only felt that the person in his arms was fragile and petite, and even his body was soft.

When he saw the Buddha's light and holy power before, he knew that it must be him there. Unexpectedly, he was injured so badly, and his blood was even more shocked.

With his strength and mind, how could he be so injured by a mere monster? Could it be that he was busy with other people not practicing during this period? He caused his strength to retreat?

He flew in the sky for about half an hour with his man in his arms and came to a courtyard in the city.

When the guards in the courtyard saw him, they were a little surprised and immediately knelt down on one knee: "Kow to my master!" Why is the master coming so late? And what is he holding in his arms? Why does he look like a person?

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

Could it be, a woman? For a moment, these guards couldn't help but become curious.

Mo Ye hugged the person into the room, gently placed the person on the bed, lifted up the cloak that wrapped him, looked at his pale face and his unconscious appearance, and then took out a pill, pinched his mouth, raised his chin, stuffed the pill directly into his mouth, and let the pill slide down his throat.

The spiritual power condensed in the palm of his palm and covered him down. He saw a layer of white light wrapped him up and used immortal techniques to treat his injuries.

After retracting his hand, he sat down beside the bed. Looking at the sleeping person on the bed, he couldn't help but reach out and pinched his face: "It's useless to be hurt like this by a monster."

His big hand pinched the soft cheeks of the little monk on the bed, soft and elastic. He obviously didn't want to pinch them much, but his delicate little face was still red by him, which made his originally pale face look a little more bloody and looked much better.

Looking at the face that was pinched by him, he looked away with guilt. However, after thinking for a while, his deep eyes fell on his delicate face again. Looking at the traces of pinching by him on his face, he couldn't help but stretch out his palm and rub it.

"I didn't use much force, it's because you're too delicate."

He seemed to be self-judging, and did not take away his hand rubbing his pink face, but said, "There are not many people in this world who can make me rub his face for him, you have made a profit."

Tang Ning was asleep. If she knew that Mo Ye had rubbed and pinched her face while she was in a coma, and she looked like she had earned her tone, she would probably be so angry that she would stand up and argue with him.
Chapter completed!