Marry a princess: Mr.Mo, please take it

Mo yuan's situation is also very bad. Since poor Qi was hurt by Mo yuan's talisman, he didn't get up again. This time, Mo Mo didn't dare to be the same as before. He thought it was a poor Qi that won't bite. Even if poor Qi became smaller, their ferocity could not be changed.

This time, Mo Mo must take care of poor Qi, otherwise poor Qi will make a sneak attack again. It guarantees that poor Qi will be killed by his master before he dies.

So this time, Mo Mo still stared at poor Qi for fear that if poor Qi did something like just come out, it would be miserable. But as time went on, finally, Mo Mo relaxed his vigilance and occasionally looked at poor Qi and looked at his master.

Poor Qi bit his back teeth hard. His body was not as uncomfortable as his own body, but he still stared at Mo yuan, as if he wouldn't stop until he stared at a hole in Mo yuan's body.

Mo yuan's current situation is also somewhat bad. If people who have never repaired the truth want to control the seal on their body, it's like saying that sows can go up trees. It's hard to go to heaven, but Mo yuan's dictionary has never given up such a thing since he wanted to succeed. He will never give up.

There was a cold sweat on his forehead. He felt as if he had been beaten thousands of times. It was terrible, but he still clenched his teeth and didn't want to hum. He was an indomitable man. How could he die because of such a small thing? If he was so weak, he should have gone to hell with his ancestors a long time ago.

His heart moved, and the whole person seemed to be burned by fire, which made him doubt that the body was not his. Ma egg, it was too uncomfortable, but he couldn't stop it. He could only control it as much as he can now.

This degree of discomfort makes Mo yuan doubt life, but he can't, really can't do that, otherwise, he will really die, can't admit defeat, can't admit defeat because of such a thing.

His head shook, some felt uncomfortable, some wanted to vomit, and another fire was burning in his chest. If, he said, if, if he couldn't support it before his daughter-in-law came, would his daughter-in-law blame him? Don't like him, hate him, think he doesn't look like a man?

No, no, don't let his daughter-in-law dislike him. No, no, Mo Yuan said so silently in his heart, but only he knew. He was afraid that he really couldn't last until the day when Feng Jiuwu came, because it was really hard.

Mo yuan tried his best to suppress the things in his body and didn't pay any attention to the situation outside. Just now he had some time to observe the situation outside, but with the fire in his chest getting worse and worse, he had no way at all.

While Mo yuan was still holding on, he couldn't see a trace of black gas coming out of his body. That little black gas was full of energy to destroy heaven and earth, which made Mo Mo and poor Qi outside notice that there was a little black gas coming out of Mo yuan.

If Mo Mo has an expression, it's definitely scary and ignorant. This, master, it's too awesome. When did he have such terrible energy? This scene seems familiar, isn't it? Moreover, when the black gas was emitted, it had an impulse to run away. The farther it ran, the better..

Poor Qi just rolled on the ground in pain. After stopping, he stared at Mo yuan on the opposite side fiercely, but when he stared, he also noticed something wrong. When he carefully checked what it was, poor Qi couldn't help scolding his mother, and he had an impulse to stay away from here.

Ma Dan, why is there evil spirit here? And it's still emanating from a cultivator. Is the world going to be mysterious? No, the world seems quite mysterious. The world told to the two men is different from the world before it. But, this world, the two men don't say that the world is a civilized world? Civilization is a ball. Human beings really can't believe it. If the world civilization is not a fierce beast, but a divine beast, lying in a trough..

Poor Qi almost didn't burst foul language in his heart, but his body was in terrible pain now. The impulse to almost burst foul language was to moan directly. When he heard the low moan in his mouth, he almost didn't want to burst foul language again.

For a moment, Mo Mo wanted something. He made a circle in the air and went to Feng Tian, who was still unconscious on the ground. He stabbed his sword tip into Feng Tian's body, clothes and a hole directly. Then he put the hole through the hem of his clothes with his sword handle. When poor Qi looked over and thought Mo Mo was going to do something, When he saw the next move of Mo Mo, he almost made it laugh directly.

Seeing that Mo Mo wore a hole in Fengtian's clothes, he directly dragged Fengtian up and kept rowing on the ground. The sound of his body rubbing on the ground was heard in poor Qi's ears, which made him feel sour. He lay in the groove. Sure enough, his master had his contract sword. It was as shameless as his master. It was so shameless that he even despised human beings.

Poor Qi also observed a moment of silence and looked at Feng Tian, who was dragged and rubbed by ink on the ground. He hated this man before, but after this time, his poor heart also covered up his dislike. Unexpectedly, this man is also very sad. He still doesn't want to haggle with such a sad man.

But then, poor Qi completely changed his face, because Mo Mo dragged Feng Tian directly to two meters away from the border. Obviously, he was afraid that the black gas would hurt Feng Tian. But, can, can, lie in the slot, other people, no, other animals are still here? Moreover, after Mo Mo dragged Fengtian over, he didn't do anything. He directly protected Fengtian, but poor Qi wanted to say, have you ever thought about me? My beast is still here?

If it was before, it was still an easy thing when it wanted to run to Mo Mo, but it is also a difficult thing to move it one meter now. Don't you think that the smelly sword will be hurt? Or did you think about that smelly sword at all??

Poor Qi was angry. He wanted to scold the smelly sword, but now he was powerless. Now speaking was also a kind of accumulation, not to mention scolding the smelly sword and letting it get rid of it..