Without his arms and legs, Yan Mu was like a human pig.
A low whimper sounded from her throat. Under the cold wind, she looked particularly miserable.
Di Juechen had already flown away, leaving Beixuan behind.
Bei Xuan coldly glanced at Yan Mu and finally snorted. He took out a bag from the side and placed her inside…
Master had said that she could not die so easily!! Bei Xuan picked up Yan Mu and walked towards the back of the mountain without caring about the blood on the ground.
Therefore, history was always shockingly similar. Back then, Yan Qing was killed by Feng Chu Ge in this mountain forest. Now, Yan Mu was also sent here.
In the forest, Bei Xuan quickly threw the bag into the depths of the forest.
The smell of blood filled the surroundings, and the surrounding wild beasts growled when they sensed the smell of blood.
The leaves rustled and Bei Xuan's eyelids twitched. He hurriedly threw Yan Mu down.
He thought, leaving Yan Mu here, this punishment was heavy enough.