Mozun, she came across from the Nvzun country

Chapter 567 Six Years War 07
Nangongchen and others came to the city gate, Yanfeng Dajun, Wuxin, Yechen and others were already here, but Feng Feili and Hanyue Qiongying were still missing.

"Is the master in the palace?" Wuxin glanced at Qingjun.

"Not here, maybe not coming, after all, she doesn't care about Jin Li's life or death, nor your life or death." Qing Jun walked to the side of the tower and commanded the black cavalry under the city.

Hearing this, Nan Gongchen couldn't help but feel lost, she came all the way from Beiyan, maybe it was just for Feng Feili.

The spies came to report: the East Vietnamese army arrived at the city gate in less than half an hour.

Wuxin was dressed in black today, with a black veil covering her face, exuding a sinister and deep murderous aura, and staring far away outside the city gate.

Nangongchen walked to Wuxin's side and looked out of the city gate together with her, witnessing her growth in the past six years, Wuxin became more and more deep and ruthless, and the killing spirit she revealed was even worse than him.

"What's the matter?" Wu Xin didn't look sideways, her eyes were so calm that there was no fluctuation.

"It's okay, I suddenly remembered that when we first met, it was midsummer that day, and the streets of Chaoyang City were extremely lively, with people coming and going almost blocking the streets. At that time, you and Luo Wanqing were fighting for a boy. You have prejudiced..." Nangongchen regretted, how could he target Wuxin at that time.

"No need to talk nonsense." Wuxin felt bored, she didn't have any prejudice against Nangong Chen, but she didn't have any reason worth talking about.

Nangong Chen's expression was gloomy, he hated him unintentionally, but he would never admit him, he would rather punish him unintentionally than completely ignore him.

"How is the boy you snatched back then?" Dongfang Jingao thought of this, as if it was yesterday, and still remembered her cold attitude at that time, as if she was very dissatisfied with that boy.

"How about it, didn't you see it?" Wuxin looked at Qingjun who was in the distance.

"See what?" Dongfang Jingao was puzzled, following her gaze, it was Qingjun in red.

Nangongchen also looked over, and the answer seemed to be coming out, so he was unavoidably surprised.

"It's him? Hanyue Qingjun?" Dongfang Jingao couldn't help being shocked. He vaguely remembered that he was just a child in rags.

"As you can see." Wuxin smiled rarely.

"He, why did he become like this?" Dongfang Jingao still finds it unbelievable. When he first met Hanyue Qingjun at Lance Academy, he already felt that Hanyue Qingjun was absolutely extraordinary.

"Why don't you say it's his nature?" Wu Xin said, it's not hard to see Qingjun's nature.

"This is the nature?" Dongfang Jingao disagreed. The beginning of any nature is kindness, and it is the circumstances and time that make Hanyue Qingjun become a red-clothed Rakshasa.

Hanyue is scheming and ruthless, and her appearance is somewhat similar to Hanyue Qiongying. Although she is not related by blood, she is really like a brother and sister.

Noticing the gazes of several people, Qing Jun came over: "Wuxin, you seem to be free?"

"It's not as good as you wish." Wuxin said with a hint of words, holding a hundred thousand black-clothed horsemen in his hand, he was very busy.

"In this case, you will watch the battle carefully later." Qing Jun smiled, he wanted to kill a few people to vent his anger.

Hearing the turbulent undercurrent between the two, Dongfang Jingao frowned, all the people in the Underworld are by no means kind, and even the same sect would fight openly and secretly.

(End of this chapter)