After hanging up the phone, Mo Chengyun turned his head and saw Jin Zhihan.

Mo Chengyun pretended not to know, "Mr. Jin? Why are you here?"

Jin Zhihan sneered, "Are you standing here on purpose just to tell me?"

Mo Chengyun: "How is it possible? What did Mr. Jin say?"

"What's wrong with the Fu family leader?" Jin Zhihan thought of something and asked, "Is it related to the talisman on Yanyan's body?"

"How could it be related? The Fu family is so nice to senior sister?" Mo Chengyun exaggerated: "Mr. Jin, if your senior sister hears this, it will be bad."

Jin Zhihan's eyes were slightly cold and he said, "If you don't tell me, I'll check it myself."

This Mo Chengyun pretends to be mysterious every day.

Sooner or later, beat him up!

Jin Zhihan thought so.

Fu Chaoyan has returned to the crew and has stopped filming for a week, and the crew is continuing to catch up with the progress.

After all, it’s filming while broadcasting.

"Huanhua Sword" has been aired by one-third.

The heroine Lu Xuanyin holding the Huanhua Sword in her hand.

Han Ling, the only son of the world's number one swordsman.

The two finally knew each other's identity.

The two people standing opposite each other looked at each other in the heavy rain.

"I didn't expect that you were actually a member of the Demon Cult... I really didn't expect that." Han Ling's eyes were dissipated.

Lu Xuanyin held an umbrella, wearing a red umbrella, which was particularly conspicuous in the rain.

She looked delicate and said lightly: "So what, so what, no? You once said that you don't care about my identity."

Although Lu Xuanyin's tone was normal, her eyes fell down.

She didn't want to see Han Ling's expression.

"But I didn't expect you to be a member of the Demon Sect! The Demon Sect killed my parents, and I was irreconcilable with the Demon Sect!" Han Ling said gritting his teeth, and his subordinates clenched the hilt of the knife.

Lu Xuanyin raised her eyes and her eyes returned to coldness, "Han Ling, I teach you martial arts. I know your strength very clearly. Do you really want to be an enemy of me?"

Han Ling sneered, "Go to do it."

The rain is getting heavier and heavier, just like the scene many years ago.

However, the difference is that it was in the bamboo forest that day.

Today is on the edge of a cliff.

Han Ling waited for Lu Xuanyin to take action.

Kelu Xuanyin has been slow to take action.

He can no longer wait.

There was a flash of lightning in the sky, and Han Ling strode forward and slashed across!

Draw the knife to cut off the water!

In an instant, even the rain seemed to be broken!

The umbrella in Lu Xuanyin's hand moved, and the sword had already pierced Han Ling's shoulder.

Thunder boom!

"You lost." Lu Xuanyin said.

"I lost."

If Lu Xuanyin's sword stabbed into his chest, he would not be able to avoid it.

But his proud sword technique could not even touch the corner of Lu Xuanyin's clothes!

He didn't even see Lu Xuanyin's move!

Lu Xuanyin's eyes were a little unbearable and said, "I don't want to kill you."

"But, I want to give an explanation to the people in the church."

Lu Xuanyin drew out the sword and slapped Han Ling in the chest with a palm.

Han Ling vomited blood and fell towards the cliff like a kite with a broken string.

Behind Lu Xuanyin, the people from the Demon Sect followed.

Lu Xuanyin put away his sword and looked at the cliff.

Her eyes are full of affection, with reluctance and attachment.

Han Ling first entered the world, she brought it with her.

Now, it is also her own hands...

The subordinate of the Demon Cult held an umbrella for Lu Xuanyin and said, "Master, it's time for you to go back."

Lu Xuanyin closed her eyes, and a tear fell from the corner of her eyes.

But when I open my eyes again, the love in my eyes disappeared.

“Islam.”
Chapter completed!