The Evil Emperor is So Sultry

"That's it, that's it..."

Listening to the sarcasm, the seventh peak leader's face was very ugly, but he didn't dare to retort.

He could only take out the benevolent shield from his arms and put it into Mo Yan's hand, "Mo Yan, benevolent shield has been given to you, can you, can you..."

Now the sword of the second peak Lord is in front of us.

As long as Mo Yan turns around, the second peak master will not hesitate to cut off his hands and maintain the reputation of Wuji gate with his future!

He didn't want to admit it, but he had to admit that Mo Yan was the only one who could save himself.

He and Mo Yan made a bet on the decisive battle. As long as Mo Yan can let him go and let him go, his hands will be saved. He can leave Wuji gate for a while and wait for the chance to come back!

Just, will Mo Yan give him such an opportunity?

"Can you do something?"

Mo Yan bent down and said seductively, "if I say it, I will consider whether to answer it or not.

This is to ask him in front of everyone, please!!

The seventh peak master's teeth are about to be broken, but he has to bow his head because of the current situation, "Mo Yan, can you... Let me go, let the second peak master not waste my hands..."

In a short sentence, the master of the seventh peak is as difficult as swallowing a blade.

Mo Yan squinted and made a very worried appearance, "I'm afraid not. You are the noble Lord of the seventh peak. Today you lost in my hand, and you almost got your hands cut off. If you let go, you may have a grudge and look for opportunities to revenge me in the future. "

Lord of the seventh peak

There was a dullness in his face.

Didn't he say that as long as he asked for mercy, he would let himself go?

How is not only different from what he said, Mo Yan even took this opportunity to insult himself?!

"Mo Yan, what do you mean? I've bowed my head. Don't push forward!"

"You see, I haven't agreed yet. You are so bold that you dare to threaten me in front of the second peak. If I let you go, how can I feel better? "

Mo Yan straightened up slowly, "I'm not the Holy Father. There's no need to make my opponent feel better."

“……”

The seventh peak was so angry that he almost spat out a mouthful of old blood.

"The Lord of the seventh peak vowed that if he could keep his hands today, he would be grateful to Mo Yan. He would never hold a grudge, and would not wait for revenge. Mo Yan, are you satisfied? "

He left all his dignity at the foot of a Mo Yan and let it be trampled on.

If so, Mo Yan can't agree

The hand folded under the sleeve was tightly squeezed into a fist, and the handle of the dagger in the palm of the hand made the fingers ache.

The seventh peak Lord droops his head, just waiting for Mo Yan to say no, then he rushes up to fight with him.

Anyway, according to the selfless posture of the second peak master, it is impossible to let him go.

In this case, why don't he pull Mo Yan into the water and take away his hands before his hands are taken away?

He can't be better, and he will never let Mo Yan be better!