The Demonic King Chases His Wife: The Rebellious Good-for-Nothing Miss

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Mo Yunqing did not think of anything, and Su Luo did not say anything, she killed her directly.

When she fell, her face was still full of incredible expressions.

Su Luo watched her fall to the ground, shook her head and sighed: "In the face of the person, I want to go to the complaint, you said, how can you not die?"

Su Luo pulled back the shadow sword.

At the moment of withdrawal, the shadow sword is stained with blood, but only in the blink of an eye, these blood is absorbed by the shadow sword, and the blade is as bright as a clear spring.

And Su Luo can clearly feel the joy of the shadow sword.

It turned out that after the shadow of the sword, it would become so exciting, but it was not thought of at the beginning.

Suddenly, the Soviet Union felt a powerful pressure that suddenly struck here. Her heart moved, and the dark passage was not good.

If she is right, this powerful pressure must be chased by the ink ancestors. Thinking of this possibility, where did the Soviets dare to stay? She mobilized her power, and her hands were printed, and she quickly whispered: "Transient!"

As soon as the voice fell, the figure of the Soviet Union flashed on the spot and disappeared directly.

Just in the moment when Su Luo just disappeared, a powerful figure appeared next to Mo Yunqing.

It’s true that the Soviet Union is right. This person is the ancestor of the Mohist who has lost his mind.

Ink ancestors stared straight at the location where the fall disappeared. The thick eyebrows wrinkled and slowly walked step by step. He turned a blind eye to his most beloved granddaughter lying on the ground. More precisely, at this time, Mo Yunqing is in his eyes, it is a piece of wood.

The old man of the ink finally stood in the place where the Soviet Union disappeared, and his look fell into meditation. It seemed that something had made him unable to figure it out.

Behind the ink old man, two figures appeared soon.

The elders and the ink are empty.

Mozi saw the ink cloud clear on the ground, and suddenly it was not good. He rushed up two steps, half-squatting on the ground, and picked up Mo Yunqing: "Yun Qing? Yunqing, what happened to you?" ”

Isn't she locked up in a closed room? How can you lie stiffly here?

Looking at the baby girl who was stained with blood on her chest, the heart of Mozi’s heart was sore and the eyes were a little moist.

"Yun Qing! How can Yunqing..." The elders saw the silent Mo Yunqing, and his heart was shocked. He was much more calm than Mozi.

The elders saw that Mo Yunqing was a little bad. She extended her finger to explore her breath...

"There is still a little breath." The elders don't know whether they are happy or sad.

"Save her! Save her!" Mozi smacked the sleeves of the elders and screamed.

This is his daughter, who is a child of Mo Zi, who has been pampered for 16 years. How could he allow her to die? How could he allow white-haired people to send black hair?

The elders silently looked at Mozi’s eyes and sighed with a sigh: “You don’t expect it, her heart is pierced all over, and all the internal organs are broken into powder, which can make her return to the light for a little while. How can it be saved?"

Mozi heard this news that made him desperate, and his face was suddenly desperate. His Yunqing, his baby girl, is it so dead?

"No! Even if you can only return to the light for a while! I must know, who killed my baby daughter!" The look of Mozi's imaginary face is horrible, murderous, fist clenched!