Evil Millet Bug: Nine-year-old Concubine

Chapter 48

The low sound of the flute is like the melodiousness of mountains and rivers, whimpering, carrying a chilling air, and in an instant it suddenly becomes overwhelming, so high-pitched that it seems like thousands of troops are sweeping in, this murderous flute sound seems to have opened the gate of hell in an instant , staged a bloody wonderful scene!
Shang Mo, who was standing beside Meng Lingkuang, was protected by the true energy released from his body, so he didn't know the strength of the flute sound, but the scene in front of him was vivid enough, and he saw the five people who were about to come from all directions. The guys who besieged them, at the moment when the sound of the flute sounded, they seemed to be stimulated by something in an instant, and they all dropped the weapons in their hands like crazy. It actually slammed into his head hard, pulling out bloodstains abruptly.

The sound of the flute changed suddenly, like the collapse of Mount Tai, and like countless invisible wires piercing through the human heart in the air. With a little force, the wires would crush the heart into flakes of flesh. It had already exploded, as if it would burst out in the next second, rolling on the ground in extreme pain, and every face looked terrifying.

"Meng...Meng..." Yinke kills Meng Lingkuang!The blue veins all over Elder Wudu's body were trembling, but he couldn't even utter a complete sentence. In an instant, his internal organs became fleshy, blood vessels burst all of a sudden, and blood gushed out. His whole body seemed to have been beaten countless times. Like a hole, blood rained all over the sky!
The scene of death was extremely miserable. Shang Mo was stunned and dumbfounded, almost having trouble breathing. She raised her head and stared at Meng Lingkuang's handsome and indifferent side face. She didn't speak for a long time. She was so graceful and graceful like a fairy. At this moment, the young man is more ruthless and domineering than any hell Yan Luo, she finally knows that there is absolutely a reason why Meng Lingkuang is called Meng Lingkuang...

The sound of the flute stopped abruptly, Meng Lingkuang slowly opened his eyes, and looked at the disgusting stumps and broken arms around him. The cold killing intent in his cold eyes gradually receded, and finally returned to calmness like still water. There was a wave of waves.

There are countless people coveting Chu Zong's longevity and boundless upper-level martial arts, and it is not known which side these five old poisonous people belong to.But they absolutely shouldn't play Shang Mo's idea!
Dragons have reverse scales, since they touched his reverse scales, they can only...

A dead end!
Finally suppressed all the killing intent in his eyes, he lowered his head to look at Shang Mo who had been standing by his side without speaking, a pain in his heart, a touch of complicated things flashed in his eyes, and his slightly hoarse voice carried a deep emotion. Gentle, but stiff as if she was afraid of something: "Are you... afraid of me?"

This is the real him, ruthless, murderous, she... afraid of him?

There is no fear or fear in Shang Mo's beautiful big eyes, they are simply admiration!If it wasn't for the crazy brother Ling who was afraid of scaring her, she would have rushed over to him a long time ago. Idol, really an idol!
How can anyone here be his opponent? To fight against her Lingkuang brother is simply looking for death!

Shang Mo doesn't seem to show anything, but his heart is already tumbling, calm down, you must calm down, otherwise Brother Ling Kuang will treat her as a monster!
Seeing that Shang Mo didn't answer, Meng Lingkuang's deep black eyes gradually dimmed, but there was a faint smile on his face: "It's all right, let's go."

"Brother Lingkuang, you will never treat Shang Mo like you do to them, right?" Shang Mo finally calmed down his excitement, but at this moment there was an innocent smile on his face, his eyes blinking with anticipation.

Meng Ling paused wildly, and his pleasant voice was as gentle as the wind: "Yes."

After getting a satisfactory answer, Shang Mo sneaked into Meng Lingkuang's arms and hugged him carelessly, his immature childish voice revealed infinite admiration and love: "I'm not afraid!"

I'm not afraid... firm three words!
He smiled, and the smile in his eyes was as gorgeous and shining as a torn morning sun. Compared with it, the whole world paled in an instant, and that smile was so beautiful that one's breathing stopped involuntarily .

Shang Mo was fascinated by the sight, unable to speak for a long time...

"Wuhen is late, see you son." I saw a bald monk who looked like a monk approaching with lightness kung fu, and knelt down in front of Meng Lingkuang. Reluctantly, Mo stopped eating tofu, slipped out of Meng Lingkuang's arms, squinted his eyes, and immediately curled the corners of his lips with interest, and said with a chuckle, "What a handsome little monk."

I saw that the visitor was not very old, dressed as a monk in plain clothes and cassock, with fair skin and handsome features. He quietly glanced at the terrifying corpses lying all over the field behind Meng Lingkuang, but his face was calm, there was no trace of it. Sympathetic, Wuhen raised a palm expressionlessly: "Amitabha, Amitabha..."

Shang Mo was ashamed, she thought she was shameless enough, but she didn't expect that there would be someone more shameless than her in front of Tathagata, this handsome monk said that Buddha is merciful, there is no sympathy on his face...

At the same time, a rushing wind blows from two different directions.

"Meet the young master ruthlessly."

"Wu Shuang pays respects to the young master."

Two voices sounded at the same time, and there were two more men in front of them who also calmly glanced at the corpses strewn all over the scene, and then calmly looked away, kneeling in front of Meng Lingkuang as usual.

Shang Mo had come to his senses now. When she left Misty Villa that day, she intentionally or unintentionally inquired about the various sects, and by the way, she also heard a lot about Misty Villa.

The four young masters under Meng Lingkuang's seat, I heard that each one is more handsome than the other, his skills are even more unpredictable, and his whereabouts are strange.The monk Wuhen I saw just now is one of the four young masters, and the next two are called Wuqing. They are dressed in a coquettish purple robe, with peach blossom eyes, evil spirits and debauchery. He was the one who messed with flowers and grass, and this guy actually called the name "Wuqing" in a serious manner, which is really shameless.As for the other top-quality Zhengtai Wushuang who is pink and handsome in this water-blue color, Shang Mo is sincerely relieved and almost burst into tears. The most normal thing in this is this maternity-loving son Zhengtai Wushuang .

"Well, get up." Meng Lingkang said flatly, and the three got up one after another after receiving the order.

Seeing that the three of them looked busy, it seemed that they came here like flying along the road. Shang Mo squinted his eyes, and left in a hurry after Ming Qihan received the letter. The five old poisons who attacked her inexplicably, and three of the four sons under Lingkuang's brother's seat are all present. It's obvious, it couldn't be more obvious, something big is about to happen!
(End of this chapter)