Chapter 464: Hug away

The people still bowed their heads and did not see this scene, but the mayor and some guards looked at the scene before them in shock. They tremblingly shouted: "Xian, Xian..."
Before he could say anything, he saw the man in the black robe with a handsome face and a handsome face, lifting Master Tang up, turning around and walking away with the Qingfeng Yujian, disappearing into the night in the blink of an eye.
The mayor stared blankly, and he didn't even have a chance to stop him, he could only watch Master Tang being taken away...
Mo Ye hugged the person in his arms and walked against the wind in the night. In order to prevent the night wind from catching the cold, he took out the cloak and wrapped him up, hugging him in his arms, that was too light. His weight made his brows frown, he only felt that the person in his arms was fragile and petite, and even his body was still limp.
He knew that he must be there before seeing the light of the Buddha's Holy Power, but he was injured so badly, and the blood stains on his body shocked him even more.
With his powerful mind, how could he be injured like this by a mere monster? Could it be that this time is busy with others who haven't practiced? Caused the strength to retreat?
He flew in the sky for about half an hour, and came to a courtyard in the city.
When the guard in the courtyard saw him, he was slightly surprised, and immediately knelt down on one knee: "Knock to the master!" Why did the master come back so late? And what is he holding in his arms? Why do you look like a person?
Who can have such a great ability for the master to hold?
Could it be, a woman? For a time, these guards couldn't help but become curious.
Mo Ye hugged the person into the room, put the person on the bed lightly, opened the cloak that wrapped him, looked at his pale face and the appearance of unconsciousness, and took out an elixir. Squeezing his mouth, raising his chin, put the pill directly into his mouth and let the pill slide down his throat.
The condensed spiritual power in the palm of his hand enveloped him, and I saw a layer of white light enveloping him, using the fairy method to treat his injuries.
When he took his hand back, he sat down by the bed and looked at the sleeping person on the bed. He couldn't help but stretched out his hand to squeeze his face: "It's useless to be injured like this by a monster."
The big hand squeezed the little monk’s soft cheeks on the bed, soft and elastic. He was obviously not willing to squeeze too hard, but his delicate little face was still reddened by him, which made his original pale face a little bit more. The blood color looks good.
Looking at the face that was pinched by him, he moved away his hands and eyes with some guilty conscience. After thinking for a while, his deep gaze fell on his delicate face again, and he looked at the shackles on his face. He pinched the red mark and couldn't help but stretched out his palm to rub him again.
"I didn't use much strength, you are too delicate."
He seemed to justify himself. He didn't remove the hand rubbing his pink face, but said: "There are not many people in this world who can let this gentleman rub his face. You have earned it."
Tangning was asleep, if she knew that Mo Ye was actually rubbing and squeezing her face while she was in a coma, and she had the tone that she had earned, she would probably stand up and argue with him.
However, she couldn't think that Su Rili always had a noble appearance of the Night King, and she would have such an unpopular hobby, and she would never have thought that she was the one who was taken advantage of and rejected.