Undead Farm

A bishop's gray-headed mouse is close to the night three: "Why did Yang Qu say beforehand why he did this, what is his plan, and what is his purpose?"

At night, he shook his head and wiped the blood on his hand: "He walked very simply and did not explain what he said."

"This..." The bishop frowned.

Qu Dingcheng has now been buried in the mud for more than half of the city. The highest places have even piled up hills of forty or fifty meters high. Even the more than 200,000 magic rats have been frightened and unable to move. All buried in the soil.

This means that most of Yang’s crimes have been ruined. It’s not so easy to trace why Yang Qu is so mad.

Plus, there is no evidence of death now, they don’t even have a clue.

Once it was trapped by the mutant mouse, Yang Qu was not professional as a villain. Before the death, even the conspiracy did not reveal it. It was so big that they lost so much that the purpose of the other party was not clear. If the Archbishop asked them all I do not know how to describe.

Colluding with the undead?

Except for the warning from the beginning of the St. Energy Bell, they couldn't find a ghost at the scene. Instead, they found the dead mouse and a strange rat body.

Following the question, he rushed to Qu Dingcheng to get a clear understanding. The result was almost completely annihilated. If the man in front of him had to turn the tide again, they are now estimated to have buried deep underground, and maybe luck will almost become a dead soul.

That would be terrible for them!

"There are so many variants of the devil and the state of Yang Qu. Is it related to the Mozu? No! We have to go back to the Archbishop and let him decide!" A bishop tempted, the shield of the light has been lifted, and immediately Start rushing to organize the language.

The other bishops surrounded the Weng Ling with the paladins.

"What does this mean?" The night brows more frowning, watching the bishop of the leader, the body of the skeleton is covered again.

"Don't be nervous! The little brothers saved us. When the Principality naturally has a big reward, it is only now that this demon must bring back to the club. Otherwise, he will be intimidated by the devil..."

"My master is not a bad person!"

Weng Ling tightened Jeff, and Jeff blinked sharply, coughing a few times with a red face.

"Lightly tap, hoop me!"

"Master, are you awake?" Weng Ling was pleasantly surprised.

Jeff glanced at Weng Ling’s silly girl, looked down at his palm and made a stop, then touched his face again, slender beard, pointed long mouth and big fangs, it was a mouse face. No doubt.

After feeling the active magic in the body, Jeff sighed heavily: "It seems that I really became a Mozu."

"That's not! You can even grow the magical horns of the Mozu. Hey, the artificial demon! Look at the magical power that you have been sacred by the Holy Spirit. It is purely drooling and sipping!" Beder wiped his mouth and envied the tunnel.

The purity of Jeff's magical power is almost the same as that of the Emperor. Although it is pitiful in quantity, the purity of the magic can represent the potential of a Mozu to a great extent, plus the magic of his high Mozu. Pressure, if you grow up, it is also a big devil!

Do you say that the Mozu has not had a big demon for many years? What if the Emperor knew that it was not to die?

And this is artificial, and the most troubled population problem of the Mozu is estimated to be solved.

It’s hard to say how much the success rate is. After all, people in several cities and villages have been tested by the Eight-Claw Old Devil. As a result, Jeff has been so successful.

It was still a coincidence that it was first squandered by her stimuli, and then she was half-dead by the punishment of the day. The average person really did not like this process.

The bishop saw a frown on the night, but continued to bite the scalp and continued: "The Church of St. Silver will not let a Mozu wander outside, but you can rest assured that my friends will not be abused, we just want to protect the majority. Human safety!"

"What does it mean to imprison me?" Jeff licked his own rat leg, some surprises.

The previous lame was already good, and he could come and walk freely!

In contrast, he himself did not feel much about becoming a magic mouse. After all, it was just a look, but if he was imprisoned for a lifetime, he would not agree.

His account with the bear is still not clear!

"The words are not so, you can still move freely, of course, under our care, and must be limited to a fixed range." The bishop continued.

"Isn't that imprisoned?" Jeff looked at the paladin around him and suddenly turned his head to look at the night.

"Kid, tell you something."

The night of the night was even more embarrassing, and then two steps back vigilantly: "If you give me the words of Weng Ling, then it will be exempted. She is an adult, has her own ideas and the right to choose, I can't help. Also don't want to manage!"

"Uh……"

Jeff was a little embarrassed, and Weng Ling also woke up and looked at him: "Master, are you leaving?"

"Crap, I don't want to care for myself so soon! The Yang family is gone, my grievances with them will stop here, then I will go to the Beast Empire to continue to find the bear to win, you will stay Practice here, don't look for me!"

"can……"

"You can't go!"

The bishop saw it wrong, and with a wave of his hand, the paladins around him took the sword and leaned over, blocking all of Jeff's retreat.

Yang Qu is dead. If even the magic man of Jeff runs, then he is really a bad thing.

But when a few people were arrogant, a tired but firm call came over:

"Let him go!"

"Xu Bishop?!"

When everyone looked back, it turned out to be Xu Muzhi, but he was covered with blood and stains at the moment, and there was no longer a gentle and elegant temperament~www.wuxiaspot.com~ but the firmness in the eyebrows revealed a majesty ,apart from……

"your eyes?"

Xu Muzhi glared at the eyes where even the scorpion had disappeared. The two white eyes were very stunned. He shook his head.

"I started to go to Tianfang to have a pair of eyes, I am earning."

"This Jeff is already a Mozu, but he is still human. After the magic is tempered by the Holy Light, he believes that the tyrannical influence of the magic does not exist. Now he has nothing to do with you except me." The difference, let him go. I will explain it to the Archbishop!"

"Yes..." The bishops looked at each other and finally let a road open.

Xu Muzhi explored the probe: "Is Jeff? I still have something to ask for your opinion."

Jeff arched his hand: "The Bishop of Xu is very polite, you said."

( The novel chapter of the novel Undead Farm, Chapter 309, he went very quietly: https://