Heavenly Creation Beast

Chapter 180 Hey, Youmo
You Mo's body is a mass of fog with no size and no specific shape, and the dark gray mist is also a bit sinister and vicious.

In the Tiangong clan tens of thousands of years ago, You Mo was a beast that many beast creators were unwilling to provoke.

It can be said that in the Tiangong clan at that time, there were very few people who were not afraid of Youmo, the creation beast in Qingmo's hands.

When You Mo faced the blood of the Tiangong clan ten thousand years ago, he was always inhumane and indifferent, let alone these beast creators who are not at all what the Tiangong clan should be like now.

He was annoyed when he saw these people. Anyway, there was so much of this kind of rubbish, it wouldn't be a big problem if a few died.

Therefore, You Mo always kills more and releases less of the beast creators who enter his realm.

Today, he originally wanted to directly deal with the beast creator who entered his realm, but he suddenly felt a familiar smell.

The beast creator who broke in had the smell of swallowing the sun.

No, it should be said that swallowing the sun is on people.

Tun Rilai fell in love with a little beast creator, which made You Mo a little bit interested.

He extended a finger out of the mist, followed by a pale, delicate hand.

You Mo's whole body is abnormally white, which belongs to the kind of appearance that makes people feel uncomfortable just by looking at it.

Coupled with this man's sinister and indifferent mouth corners and dead-looking eyes, it's no wonder that You Mo was also a creation beast that everyone feared ten thousand years ago.

You Mo stretched out his pale and sickly fingers, and gently slid across the sea of ​​mist, and the figure of the beast creator who broke into the You Mo land appeared in front of him.

Looking at the familiar clever and sly face in that picture, You Mo's pupils shrank slightly.

Young Patriarch? !

The fingers shrunk, and You Mo stood in place without moving.

His dark and indifferent eyes stared at the girl walking step by step on the screen, even if he knew that someone was walking towards him, he didn't react at all.

He didn't leave, he didn't stop him, and he didn't meet him.

You Mo just stood there, just standing there, without any movement.

Tian Qing walked over step by step, she could feel where You Mo was, this was a tacit understanding between them.

Wuhai couldn't confuse her direction, and with her breath, she could keenly find the location of the desert.

The familiar bright eyes and white teeth, the familiar sky blue eyes that are agile and active, as the person gets closer and closer, You Mo finally raised his head.

"Hi, Momo."

The familiar raised tone made You Mo twitch the corners of his mouth, hooked his lips a bit stiffly, and quickly put it down again.

The faint voice was erratic, yet also veiled and ruthless.

In him, he couldn't feel the emotions that he should have when he saw the young patriarch of the Tiangong clan.

He didn't have Cangqing's gentle pampering when facing Tianqing, nor did he have the warm welcome of Blazing, and he didn't have the excitement of Tunri.

Youmo's mood is cold, and he has no such thing as a heart because his body is a fog, let alone the sound of a heartbeat.

He just raised his eyes lightly, and the strange voice sounded in the sea of ​​fog, drifted out, but did not drift away: "Tianqing, what are you doing here?"

"Reminiscing about the past, I haven't seen you in ten thousand years, don't You Mo miss me?" Tian Qing's mouth showed a slight dimple, "I miss you very much. I still remember ten thousand years ago when we broke into Priest Liu's room together ,Then……"

Some words don't need to be made too clear, and some profound events are still fresh in people's memory even after ten thousand years.

Youmo's sinister and ruthless expression moved slightly, he looked at Tianqing, and finally frowned: "I'm not interested in playing with you."

"I didn't come here to play with you." Tian Qing spread her hands, she is one of the rare people who doesn't feel afraid when facing You Mo, and she is also a rare bright touch in You Mo's monotonous life color.

This young patriarch of the Tiangong clan, relying on Qing Mo's love for her ten thousand years ago, has harassed every beast in Qing Mo's hands.

Naturally, this included the eccentric You Mo in front of him.

(End of this chapter)