Evil Millet Bug: Nine-year-old Concubine

Chapter 124

"That's right, this is the eminent monk!" Shang Mo laughed happily, and patted Wuhen's shoulder with brotherly loyalty.

"Amitabha, I want it all."

Looking at Wuhen's face that deserves to be beaten, Shang Mo narrowed his eyes, looked at Wuhen with a half-smile, and asked seemingly unintentionally: "Wuhen, do you really want to take it all by yourself?"

After finishing speaking, Shang Mo deliberately revealed Shang Xie, who was tightly clenched in his hand, and leaned against Ling Kuang with a warning face.

Bandit, bandit, this girl is definitely from a bandit background, just look at that aura, it's so chilling!

Uncomfortable being stared at by Shang Mo, the corners of Wuhen's mouth twitched, he looked at his son behind Shang Mo who had a face of nothing to do with him, paused for a moment, and finally, helplessly stretched out his hand and handed him the key in his hand. Shang ink.

Taking the key from Wuhen's hand, Shang Mo waved his hand at Wuhen ostentatiously, and smiled triumphantly: "Wuhen, you're so good."

Afterwards, he turned around and ordered his subordinates to count the treasures of the Baili old monster immediately, and said to himself from time to time: "This money, I still have to keep it in my pocket to make people feel at ease. I didn't expect to have money to earn when I came out to fight." , no loss, no loss."

On Shang Mo's side, Ling Kuang looked at Shang Mo's appearance as a little money fan dotingly, shaking his head and chuckling lightly, while on his side, the four young masters were watching Shang Mo's grandiose, invincible treasure. Putting it into his pocket, tears streamed down his face. Among them, Monk Wuhen was the most aggrieved.

It never occurred to him that during a trip to the island, the young master would let Shang Mo, the female devil, ride on his head. It's not over yet, if in the future, she will really unfortunately become their mistress!

Oh my god, thinking of such a day, the four of them looked at each other in a heartbeat, looked up at the sky, and shouted in unison, "Amitabha, so good."

"What? The three of you are also interested in becoming monks?" Looking at the sad expressions of the three, Shang Mo couldn't help but chuckle and asked.

"Hmph, that's not it, it's us..."

Wushuang's big watery eyes were both terrified and helpless. He curled his lips and looked at Shang Mo with dissatisfaction. He just wanted to say that they were worried about being tortured by her in the future. Unexpectedly, they saw the man standing behind Shang Mo. The queen swallowed the words in her mouth immediately, and her complexion became serious.

With Shang Mo's current martial arts practice, how could she not know that someone came, but relying on brother Lingkuang to reassure her, she was not worried about danger, but, listening to the heavy footsteps behind him, Shang Mo was slow Don't want to turn around.

The smell of blood had already begun to stimulate her sensitive nerves, and the sound of heavy footsteps made one's heart seem to be stepped on the ground one by one.

"Master." It was Qi You's voice.

A familiar smell wafted along the wind and felt the warmth that belonged to brother Lingkuang from his fingertips, and Shang Mo's heart calmed down slightly.

Turning his head to face Shang Lingkuang's encouraging and pampering smile, Shang Mo was taken aback for a moment, then nodded firmly and smiled back, and finally turned around.

On Qi You's peaceful face, there was a fine amount of sweat oozing, and on his back, that familiar figure was lying powerlessly on his stomach, his eyes were quietly closed, and he never even moved.

It's Qi Sheng.

As if sensing Shang Mo's aura, Qi Cheng, who hadn't moved at all, suddenly froze slightly, his brows finally furrowed tightly, and he opened his eyelids with difficulty, as if he wanted to say something.

Nodding his head, Shang Mo signaled Qi You to put him down. Qi Cheng, who was gently laid flat on the ground by Qi You, just slowly opened his eyes, but those dreamy purple pupils were no longer as eye-catching as before. Fascinated, at this moment, those lavender eyes seem to be slowly losing the light that has been accumulated with great difficulty, and slowly becoming dim...

Shang Mo stepped forward, squatted down beside him, and gently held Qi Cheng's hand hanging by his side with one hand, with a slight smile on his face, that smile was very gentle, and those eyes were ruthless. Impurities, no disgust, no dislike, no resentment, as always looking at Qi Cheng with sincerity and sincerity.

"You have always been my most important partner, friend, brother, and family member. I believe in you. Even if you said that, I never doubted you. I used to be, and I still am now." Shang Mo said with a smile.

Qi Cheng's eyes flickered obviously, and then there was a faint soft light, the frown between his brows slowly unfolded, he closed his eyes gently, the corner of his mouth still had the last trace of redemption ...

Sighing lightly, Shang Mo stood up and turned his back to everyone: "Find him a good place and bury him."

"En." Qi You nodded, and picked up Qi Cheng who was no longer breathing.

Whether Qi Cheng lied to her, she didn't know, but everything that happened in the past was never faked.This purple-eyed evildoer is not acquainted with her, and the two of them have similar tastes and do evil together, and the villains are also divided into mountains higher than the other. Although this purple-eyed guy has a hot temper and a mean mouth, he has not been bullied by her Shang Mo time and time again. Jumping in anger?But such a person is now buried on this isolated island.

What happened is still engraved in my heart.The people you met have become the past.

Whether it's kindness or resentment, now, when a person dies, everything disappears. There are too many burdens, and it is not easy to reincarnate.

Perhaps, being buried on this isolated island is his best affiliation. After all, the days of fighting openly and secretly are not suitable for him.From Shang Mo's point of view, he will always be the young man who was swayed by him in a few words.

After Qi Cheng was buried, Shang Mo's mood did not improve. Meng Lingkuang held Shang Mo's little hand tightly. This girl values ​​love and righteousness more than anyone else, which may not be a good thing.

Those indifferent and deep black eyes narrowed slightly, and he didn't speak, after all, he was the one who ruined Mo'er's carefree and ordinary life and involved her in such disputes.

"Brother Lingkuang, I'll be a rice worm from now on, okay? You can raise me." Shang Mo looked up at Meng Lingkuang with twinkling eyes.

Meng Lingkuang was taken aback for a moment, but smiled softly: "Okay."

At this moment, a faint fragrance of flowers suddenly floated in the wind, becoming more and more intense, more and more intense, followed by the sound of the piano, from far to near, seemingly unreal.

Shang Mo and Meng Lingkang glanced at each other, and the four young masters immediately became vigilant.

Both Meng Lingkuang and Shang Mo are masters at the level of celestial beings, and they are naturally superhuman with five senses. The comer is definitely a first-class master. Baili Wudi is dead, so there are only a handful of people who can make them look at it of……

Sure enough, just as Shang Mo thought, a not-too-familiar figure appeared in Shang Mo's sight. He was wearing a mask and a black robe embroidered with Qingyun totem. Thin lips, smooth chin, tall and straight figure...

(End of this chapter)