Yun Ran was taken aback when she heard this and instinctively turned to look at the masked man fighting with the men in black in the dense forest.
How could he possibly not be Nangong Mo?!
After all this time together, he is clearly him!
Although he has yet to take off his mask, her intuition has always been accurate.
"Princess, please leave here with us first, the Lord will be here soon."
Feng Xuan took a slight step forward, sidestepping, and gestured for Yun Ran to leave.
Yun Ran looked at him without moving, her starry eyes narrowed, deep in thought.
She would rather believe that this Feng Xuan in front of her was an assassin in disguise than believe that the masked man over there was not Nangong Mo.
Feng Xuan seemed to see through her thoughts, his handsome face slightly stiffened, "Princess, I am real, that man is not the Lord, the Lord he..."
