The Peerless Doctor: The Black-bellied Poison Concubine

Chapter 388 The So-Called Balrog (3)

"I believe you can!"

After Yin Weng took a deep breath, he continued: "But, you need to know how likely you are to defeat the Balrog, and how likely you are to be wiped out by it!"

"You are dismissed."

Leng Shuimo no longer wants to talk to Yinweng.

However, Yin Weng not only didn't leave, but walked in again: "Master Mozun, why didn't you tell me that apprentice? I even said about the Balrog, so you don't feel bad if you keep holding it back." Is it?"

"..."

Leng Shuimo closed his eyes and remained motionless.

Yinweng was dissatisfied: "Actually, you can try that method, after all, the odds are much better than you fighting alone!"

"..."

Leng Shuimo still didn't respond at all, but the aura became more and more intense.

Yin Weng couldn't help but shook his head and sighed: "It seems that you really like my good apprentice, and you don't even want to let her try something dangerous..."

"Correct."

Leng Shuimo's thin lips parted slightly, and finally said a word.

Yinweng looked at Leng Shuimo for a while, but he couldn't help laughing: "But let alone you, even I am reluctant to let that good apprentice take risks. After all, she is really a person who can't help but go. Loved and cherished children."

At this time, Leng Shuimo looked at Yinweng, his eyes were extremely deep and frightening: "So, no matter what, don't tell her!"

"it is good."

Yin Weng agreed briskly, and then he sat down on the chair and poured a cup of tea by himself: "Actually, I'm too embarrassed to say it, after all, if I really tell her, it's to tell her clearly , both of us wanted to use her back then, so..."

Then...Yi Yun's temper will directly kill the two of them?
Or will it disappear without even a little bit of nostalgia?

Thinking of these two possibilities, even the person's expression became extremely ugly, and no one dared to think about it for a while.

After a long time.

Only then did Leng Shui Mo get up slowly, with an unusually cold aura exuding from his body: "Take good care of her."

"..."

Yin Weng was slightly taken aback.

In the next second, he suddenly smiled: "Mozun Leng, are you confessing your last words?"

Leng Shuimo didn't speak, but his fists were tightened suddenly, and the veins on the back of his hands were bulging, which made him look even more scary.

"Sorry, I, Yinweng, have limited abilities, so I'm afraid I can't help Mozun with this."

After saying that, Yin Weng put down the teacup in his hand, and with a smile on his face, he rubbed his hands together: "Besides, a mere Balrog is nothing to you Leng Mozun, I believe you It must be able to compete!"

"Silver Man!"

Leng Shuimo gritted his teeth, and there was a burst of anger in his eyes: "Do you think this deity is joking?!"

"..."

At that moment, Yin Weng took a deep breath.

The smile also disappeared in an instant, and the eyes were full of seriousness: "You are not joking, and I am not joking!" After finishing speaking, Yin Weng went straight to the door, but halfway through, he suddenly He stopped and said, "Master Mozun, my good disciple is sometimes stubborn and sometimes too smart, anyway, I entrust her to you, Yin Weng, I hope you will definitely defeat the Balrog." right!"

Turn away.

The atmosphere in the room instantly became extremely depressing...

A mouthful of blood that had been suppressed for a long time spewed out of Leng Shuimo's mouth, and his eyes turned scarlet...

(End of this chapter)