Mu Hua looked at Feng Yu, his silver eyes were deep like the vast snow, and his voice was cold: "No."

Hearing Mu Hua's answer, Feng Yu's eyes were not diminished, but the strings tense in his heart were a little loose. It was not the will of the Heavenly Dao, and he didn't know where the Heavenly Dao was, so that's good.

But there is one thing he can't tolerate.

Feng Yu looked at Mu Hua coldly, "Her death is related to you?"

Mu Hua's voice was indifferent and cold, as if it was a cloud in the high place. At this moment, he seemed to be the young god in the nine palaces: "You are not qualified to ask."

Not qualified to intervene...

These words deeply pierced all Feng Yu's peace. He held the Feng Yao Sword in his hand and stabbed Mu Hua directly.

Mu Hua raised his hand and blocked him with the Xuancang sword flying out of the snow.

The long swords collided, and the sound was harsh, and the splashing spiritual power blade cut off the green wood and the hanging spring waterfall on all sides.

"I'm not qualified to ask?" Feng Yu's eyes turned red, like the demons in hell and the abyss, and they were not as good as the banished immortal who was usually calm and gentle.

His sword broke through the air, his moves were sharp, and he seemed to be able to turn the world and cut off the mountains and rivers. "I am her closest person, why are you not qualified to ask?"

The closest person...

The moves in Mu Hua's hand also became fierce. The Xuancang sword was like a flying shadow, with a turbulent sword energy and a turbulent storm.

His voice was low and cold, with a sneer and sarcastic sarcasm, "Feng Yu, since you already know my identity, you should know that I am her closest person."

"Why do you deceive yourself? You know that she will be by your side now and will be with you, just because she forgot me!"

"She is mine, she was born!"

Feng Yu felt as uncomfortable as if his heart was cut by a dull knife. Every word from Mu Hua stabbed the worries in his heart.

Mu Hua's voice was cold and angry: "If she remembers me, what are you?"

He had enough of it all the way from Yinluo Continent. No one knew how jealous he was when he saw them walking together, like a pair of good friends.

He thought more than once that if it weren't for those things, they would have been the fairy couples envied by everyone in the Jiuxiao Divine Realm.

Hearing this, Feng Yu sneered and said sarcastically: "Do you dare to remind her?"

Mu Hua's face became stiff for a moment.

And his expression completely fell into Feng Yu's eyes.

Mu Hua dared not.

Otherwise, you won’t be careful to hide your identity.

Otherwise, with his obsession with Yu'er, he would have told everything out of it.

As for why he didn't dare?

That can only be that Yu'er's death is related to him, and it may even be... caused by him.

After all, he is the son of heaven, standing opposite her.

Feng Yu and Mu Hua confront each other and refused to give in, feeling like they wanted to put the other person to death.

At this time, Feng Yu suddenly spoke:

"Her death was caused by you!"

Mu Hua's pupils shrank, and the Xuancang sword fell apart. He was not careful for a moment and was stabbed by the Feng Yao sword.

Mu Hua's eyes were slightly darker, and he used his spiritual power to retreat.

Because he was wearing an ink robe, blood oozed out of the wound without any slightest, but the color was slightly darker.

Feng Yu's eyes were even more murderous intent.

It turned out to be true.

Mu Hua wanted to defend himself, but found that he could not say a word.

His eyes were as vast and boundless pain as in the frost and snowy moon.

Feng Yu was so smart that he tore open his most painful memories.

Her death was indeed caused by him.
Chapter completed!