Take your son to get married

Chapter 402 The Son Is Amazing 7
Mo Qianchen couldn't see clearly, but Shunfeng heard the creaking sound of the thrown bones, as if they were being fried.

Raise your eyebrows high, is this fried bone?

One group of bones frying another group of bones?
Shocked in my heart, the scene in front of me is another one, it is a dark forest of sharp knives and iron tools, with white bones hanging on it, and there are many strange orc bones around, smashing human and wood one by one His bones are hung in the woods.

With screams and cries, it is almost possible to travel against the wind.

"Can...can... like this?" Shui Shui suddenly trembled and she saw it.

The bones after death will be blown into pieces, smashed into pieces and hung up to dry. This, what a deep hatred is this, and aside from this hatred, can this still be the case after death?
"Their souls are imprisoned in their bodies." The fat baby climbed on the car wall and shook her head.

The souls of the wood and human races who once slaughtered here were imprisoned on their bones by the strange aura here. They could not be reincarnated or reborn. They could only be tortured by the orcs again and again without end.

Mo Qianchen shook his head speechlessly when he heard Fat Baby's words. This kind of hatred is too strong, but in a different place, perhaps, she would feel the same hatred.

Without making a sound, a few people sat in the ancient chariot and flew towards the depths of the Beast Cemetery at high speed.

The wind is howling, bones are dense, and the fog of death filled with anger is everywhere. The entire Cemetery of Ten Thousand Beasts is almost a gloomy ghost town hell that exists on the ground. Looking down on the whole area from above, even if several people are extremely resolute people, they can't bear it. I can't help feeling cold in my heart.

After two hours, after flying for two full hours, Jiuzi landed slowly and stopped on an empty flat ground.

"Thank you." After Mo Qianchen got out of the car, he nodded to Jiu Zi in courtesy.

The Nine Sons of the Dragon seemed to understand Mo Qianchen's words of thanks, and he shook his head quickly at Mo Qianchen, not daring to bear it, while respectfully retreating back quickly.

Such a respectful taste made Leng Shenxin and Yan Wang Shuishui look at each other, what's going on?

"You don't need to thank them." And just as they looked at each other, the faint and ethereal voice suddenly sounded behind them.

Mo Qianchen turned around immediately, and saw a figure slowly walking out of the woods not far ahead.

I saw a horn on his forehead, a big tail winding on the ground behind him, a black robe, a very handsome face, but lifeless.

Mo Qianchen looked up at this person who should be an orc, but did not speak. Leng Shenxin and the others behind her were all on guard, staring at him with serious faces, but did not speak.

The orc in black walked over slowly, his swaying figure was slow and steady, not elegant or arrogant, but a kind of arrogant.

Walking slowly, the black-clothed orc stopped 50 meters away from Mo Qianchen, glanced at Mo Qianchen's stomach, and then glanced at Leng Shenxin and the other three beside Mo Qianchen without stopping. He raised his hand and made a gentle move.

Immediately, Leng Shenxin, Yan Wang, Shuishui and the three were instantly pulled up from the ground, and flew towards the distance.

"Ah..." Everyone was in mid-air, and the three of them realized that they couldn't help shouting in unison.

(End of this chapter)