Evil Millet Bug: Nine-year-old Concubine

Chapter 52

Among all the people, only Shang Zhantian, the Qingjuan youth with fluttering robes in his hand, like a white lotus with clear water, had a strangely calm face from beginning to end. Facing life and death, the youth was so calm that these decades-old veterans had no choice but to Secretly sighed in admiration.

Shang Mo's heart froze, as if someone had stabbed him hard, the sky was dark and the sky was dark, and he felt unable to breathe. The pale, thin and distressing young man was Brother Yan!

As if aware of her gaze, Chu Yan looked in her direction lightly, as if he was looking at her, but he didn't seem to be. There was an elegant and gentle smile on the young man's pale face, and the smile on his handsome face was too hazy. The gentle eyes were too calm, fearless and careless, but when he saw her, something Shang Mo couldn't understand seemed to flash in his eyes, could it be that he couldn't bear it, or was he distressed?

Suddenly, a strong wind that was beyond everyone's expectations swept from the dark night, everyone was shocked, and their faces changed as if it was the end of the world. The sudden attack made Shang Zhantian suddenly unable to breathe. Nor should Chu Zong's secrets fall into the hands of any other sect.

At that time, all the sects were devoid of conscience and used vicious means to drive Chu Zong to a dead end. Here, including himself, no one is a good thing. Anyone who gets Chu Zong's secrets except himself, then There is only one way to die!
Watching Shang Zhantian's luck, the poisonous needle penetrated into the acupoint, which completely disrupted the mutual restraint of more than ten years, the poison in Chu Yan's body was like a wild horse that had run wild, attacking the internal organs, six viscera, six viscera, six viscera, six viscera, six meridians, and eight meridians. to his death.

"Damn old guy, you're crazy!"

"stop!"

"What are you trying to do, you old madman!"

Countless voices that almost collapsed sounded at the same time, but they were not as fast as Shang Zhantian's.

"No!" Shang Mo's eyes were bloodshot, and it was the first time that he was going to rush out like this madly, and cut those who harmed her brother Yan one by one!

Suddenly, one hand clasped her waist tightly, and the other hand tightly blocked her mouth that was about to make a sound. The arrogant force stopped Shang Mo who was about to rush out. Shang Mo was so angry that the dagger in his sleeve had already Falling into the palm of her hand, she was so red that she wanted to see people cut people, see ghosts and ghosts, and get rid of the shackles that prevented her from rushing forward to save her brother Yan.

"Hey..." A soft sigh sounded behind her, and Ming Qihan helplessly sealed Shang Mo's acupoints, stopping the desperately struggling little guy.

Suddenly her acupoints were tapped, Shang Mo couldn't do anything, she couldn't even make a sound, her eyes were red, and she watched the gentle and handsome young man who was as beautiful as the warm wind spit out a mouthful Blood, the veins on his handsome face were protruding due to pain, bright red lotuses bloomed on his spotless white clothes, and the vitality and brilliance were slowly draining from his body...

That scene was shocking!

Shang Mo couldn't do anything, but could only watch. Her eyes became colder and colder, and finally there was only a frightening cold light left, which was unstoppable and frighteningly cold...

Her face gradually returned to calm, and she coldly looked carefully at every face and every person who appeared to kill her brother Yan tonight.

"Hey..." Ming Qihan helplessly raised a hand to cover Shang Mo's eyes, and shook his head helplessly: "Little pervert, don't do this."

Shang Mo's calmness made Ming Qihan uneasy, this little devil had to cry to reassure him, but now, apart from the frightening chill, this little devil has nothing else on him, like a sharp edge out of its sheath, forcing out all her desires. fierce.

The corners of Shang Mo's lips curled up, showing an unprecedented evil spirit and arrogance. She thought she could protect Brother Yan well, but only now did she realize that she is not as powerful as she imagined.

She remembered those people!
She is not a good person, nor does she have any lofty ambitions. People will not offend her, and she will not offend others, but this time, they have encountered her death spot, and she will take them back one by one!

Yinshan Pass.

The mountain path is deep and winding, with vertical and horizontal ravines, like countless dragons playing in it, domineering and boundless.

On the cliff, the cold wind was blowing, and the forest wind was hunting. Shang Mo was only wearing thin clothes, and lost one of his shoes. Now that the warm jade obtained from Ming Qihan was pasted on her body, delivering a steady stream of heat to her, she didn't feel the coldness of Yinshan Pass.

Getting here is already her limit, she can't walk anymore, the exhausted Shang Mo panted lowly, his sweat-wet hair stuck to his forehead and cheeks, his whole small face Also filthy as hell.

The old man Xuanji lives in the depths of Yinshan Pass, but she doesn't know where it is. In such a large Yinshan Pass, only those who are persistent enough have the courage to bite the bullet and climb up step by step. The most terrifying thing about finding a needle in a haystack is not the process. It's the result of trying my best but still not getting that needle.

"Smelly old man, come out!" Shang Mo yelled with all his strength, and the forest was in a commotion, with crows flying and sparrows frightening the branches, and his exasperated voice hit the steep rock wall, and echoes echoed from all directions. Continuous ups and downs, endless.

Shang Mo breathed out, then sat cross-legged on the edge of the cliff, closed his eyes and rested without speaking.

Gradually slanting to the west, the sound of wings beating the branches and leaves in the forest sea, flying up as if to go straight to the crazily rolling red clouds in the sky, such a chaotic crow crushing the evening scenery of the sunny day.

Not long after, from the deep mountain opposite, the figure of an old man with a touch of immortality appeared, stepping on the wind, stepping on the rock straight up, and not long after, he settled on the cliff where Shang Mo was.

"Grandpa, you're finally here." Shang Mo, who was closing his eyes and resting his mind, curled up his lips, and then slowly opened his eyes.

After disappearing for a while, the old man Xuanji still has a white beard and long beard, a red complexion, and a childlike face with white hair, like a fairy in the mountains.

Seeing this little girl, Shang Mo, the old man Xuanji was overjoyed at first, then rubbed her ears full of sorrow in an instant, knelt down and looked at Shang Mo, flattering her with a face full of fear: "Little girl Ancestor, the entire Yinshan Pass is like tens of thousands of people shouting 'smelly old man', even if I am deaf, old man, I dare not fly to see you immediately."

Shang Mo raised his eyebrows, with a look of disapproval. If it wasn't for this, what she came to this place after spending so much time on would be for this effect.

The old man Xuanji was talking, when he suddenly realized that something was wrong, his face straightened, and even his beard curled up: "Girl, have you figured it out? Are you going to worship the old man as a teacher? Did someone bully you? Tell the old man, the old man Teach them a good lesson for you, how dare you even bully my precious apprentice, old man Xuanji, these grandsons are getting impatient!"

(End of this chapter)