The importance of cannon fodder

Chapter 177
"There are still changes in the mission objectives?" Su Jiao's forehead was black, if she had killed Mo Yuran before that, wouldn't it be a mistake?

"Well, it's because the main system didn't detect it correctly. In order to compensate you, add 1000 points." The system said.

"Okay." Su Jiao felt that it was good, at least it wasn't Mo Yuran anymore. She didn't need to kill Mo Yuran anymore. She felt a lot more relaxed, and she also got 1000 more points, which was not bad.

"Who are you?" Mo Yuran asked, staring at the stunning woman in the same red wedding dress as him.

"Yu Ran, you don't know me now. I am the wife you are about to marry." Blood was dripping from Nie Hongshao's fair hands, and an aggrieved expression appeared on her pretty face. He took out a medicine bottle, stepped on the box and walked over step by step.

She didn't seem to care at all about the box containing the secret of immortality that Nie Fenghao was trying so hard to seize. Others regarded it as a treasure, but she treated it like a waste shoe.

"Hehe." Mo Yuran chuckled, not believing it, but looked at the antidote bottle in Nie Hongshao's hand, and said, "Give me the antidote."

"Mo Lang, you've changed your mind too. Do you still remember when you said when you were young that you would protect me forever?" Nie Hongshao said with a light smile, holding the medicine bottle in her hand, the white porcelain bottle dangling in her fair and beautiful hands, If the bottle is not careful, it will fall to the ground.

"That was something that happened when I was young. It can't be true." Mo Yuran said, his eyes fixed on the medicine bottle Nie Hongshao was shaking.

The red line on Su Jiao's wrist had already crawled to the inside of her arm. In about half a stick of incense, the poison was about to invade her heart and lungs.

And Nie Hongshao in the red wedding dress in front of her looks very strange, she is very beautiful, so beautiful that it is a bit unreal.

"However, when I was pregnant in October, I suffered a lot after giving birth to you." Nie Hongshao winked playfully at Mo Yuran.

"You are, my mother?" Mo Yuran heard Su Jiao say this, looked at the ink letter with a complicated expression, and then looked at the painting on the wall, with a strange expression on his face, "You said Is it true?"

Su Jiao didn't see any hint of maternal love for Mo Yuran from Mo Han, but she understood Mo Yuran's confusion.

Su Jiao thinks that this ink letter or Nie Hongshao has no good intentions, she came out and directly slapped Nie Fenghao on the black tiger, wiped the card, and looked menacing, but Su Jiao could not guess any intention of this person .

"What exactly do you want to do?" Su Jiao, who was silent at the side, asked.

"It's been a long time, I'm bored, I just want to find some entertainment to pass the writing time." Nie Hongshao stared at Su Jiao, her tone was very casual, but she changed the subject, "Now I found something different of."

pastime?Mo Yuran clenched his fists when he heard that, he is not stupid, on the contrary he is very smart, his thinking jumps extremely fast, the reason why Nie Fenghao destroyed the Demon Cult was because he wanted to get that box, and he kept that box all the time Very good, even almost killed him. Nie Fenghao has been intimidated and lured for so many years and never said anything, just because his father said that it was a relic left by his mother and could revive the Demon Cult.

But now, that box was stepped on by the dead and resurrected mother in front of her, making it look like a worthless waste product.

"What's different?" At this moment, a gust of wind suddenly blew up in the room, and Su Jiao's face lost its previous ignorance and put on a shallow smile, not at all nervous about being poisoned.

"Of course it's you, I noticed the difference on the day you came." Nie Hongshao looked at Su Jiao, "Who are you?"

"It doesn't matter who I am." Su Jiao stood up.

Slowly walked towards Nie Hongshao.

"Nianxue." Mo Yuran took Su Jiao's hand, but found that Su Jiao's expression looked so strange at the moment.

Su Jiao smiled lightly and withdrew her hand.

"You are Nie Hongshao, you are Mo Han, this is all you, and this is not you, you are just a ray of lonely soul attached to Honglian, obtained through the help of Honglian in Tiannv Peak day and night The spiritual energy of heaven and earth has made some small achievements, and came down to play in the world, am I right?" Su Jiao let go of the momentum around her, and the thin spiritual energy in the room poured into Su Jiao's body like a tide.

"You." A trace of panic appeared on Nie Hongshao's face, but what made her flustered was not that Su Jiao had guessed her identity, but the crazy dark aura surrounding Su Jiao.

It was terrifying, Nie Hongshao had never encountered such a terrifying aura in so many years, and she couldn't afford to offend the person in front of her.

Nie Hongshao retreated to the wall, and her figure suddenly disappeared, turning into a cloud of red smoke, and the white mist rushed toward the exit.

"Want to escape?" Su Jiao raised the corners of her lips slightly, her expression was full of contempt, she treated this little trick like an ant.

She stretched out her white hand and quickly made a hand knot in the air, and Nie Hongshao's scream came from the smoke that was trying to escape in the air.

Su Jiao's red lips opened slightly, and the smoke was slowly sucked into Su Jiao's mouth.

After smoking, Su Jiao burped.

Su Jiao looked inside her body, her memory was sealed, she was so frightfully weak, she couldn't even handle such a small role.

Su Jiao frowned, and the red line on her hand disappeared instantly.

"Are you okay?" Mo Yuran stood not far away, looking at Su Jiao with a complicated expression.

"It's okay." Su Jiao smiled, but the smile was very strange, the only thing that remained unchanged was the affection in her eyes.

Mo Yuran doesn't like her eyes, now Su Jiao seems to be looking at others through him.

"What about her?" Mo Yuran asked tentatively.

"She is me, and I am her." Su Jiao gently floated over.

Like a dragonfly touching water, she lightly kissed Mo Yuran's lips.

"Please cherish me well." After speaking, Su Jiao's body softened and she fell into a coma on Mo Yuran.

Mo Yuran hugged Su Jiao like a treasure in the world.

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"On that happy day, Leader Nie, Princess Wuhua, and the most beautiful woman in the world, Nie Hongshao, all died strangely in the basement." In the teahouse, the old storyteller took a sip of tea and continued, "Guess what? ?”

"What's the matter?" the audience around asked curiously.

"So it turned out that Nie Fenghao went crazy during his practice and brutally killed his own daughter."

"Hey." There was a sigh from the people around.

"Did the Master of Wuhua Palace die with Nie Fenghao in order to avenge his unmarried wife?" A young man who looked very smart asked.

"This young master is really smart, what he said is right." The storyteller praised.

"Your story is so poorly made, there is almost no plot at all, and people guessed the latter after telling the front." There was a little disdain on the young man's immature face.

"Where did the little boy come from?" The storyteller didn't expect the little boy to say that, and he blew his beard and stared angrily.

"Hmph, it's because you didn't speak well." The young man pouted and said unhappily.

"Aren't you begging for a beating, kid?" the storyteller said with a stare.

"Father, you are finally here. I was bullied." A tall and handsome man walked in, and the young boy rushed over immediately.

"You little cleverness." The man dotingly rubbed the head of the boy who bumped into him.

"How do you, an adult, educate children? You are so impolite." The storyteller yelled unhappily.

"That's a lot of nonsense." As he spoke, an ingot of silver flew past the storyteller's face in an instant, and smashed deeply into the wall beside him.

The two left the teahouse, "Why are you being naughty, Daddy knows it's your fault." The man asked.

"Daddy, that old man is talking nonsense about you and grandpa, I can't help being angry." The young man seemed to know he was wrong.

The man smiled slightly, and lifted the little boy on his shoulders, "Let's go, go back, your mother is still waiting for us."

"En." Seeing the meat in his father's other hand, the boy knew that he had a good day, his eyes narrowed like crescent moons.

(End of this chapter)