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Chapter 34 Monstrous Demon Lord, Your Little Fox Has Arrived
"Miss has given me too much, let me give you some news." Pang Yuan felt that he was a disciple of the Wuji Sect, and the money should not be too ruthless, otherwise the conscience in his heart would still be a bit difficult: "There are also a few people from the Demon Dao, don't you?" You have to touch the bad luck of those demons, otherwise, no one will collect your corpse."

The dignified Promise Sect steward actually uttered such weak words!
Mo Zishu smiled, and deliberately said in front of the Wujizong two: "This is not for you."

The red-clothed woman's fox eyes are very sharp. She struggled with that vicious god on the battlefield, and she has long since lost the so-called softness and kindness. The whip wrapped around her slender waist is full of protruding bone spurs. Under the sun, there was a dazzling cold light.

In the past, it was okay for her to feel pity for the little people; now, I'm afraid it can't be done.

"This is for you, the cost of self-cultivation." Before Pang Yuan's complexion changed drastically, Mo Zishu's voice just fell, Ning Qianqian drew out a long knife, and slashed at Pang Yuan with a livid face!
The steward didn't even have time to run, but the sharp long knife cut a bloody gash on his thigh, and he fell to the ground, supported by his hands and retreated crazily, screaming like a pig being slaughtered.

"Ma'am!" The head of the Wuji Sect took a step forward, furious, but Mo Zishu's whip wrapped around his wrist, and after pulling it a few times, he couldn't move anymore.

The young man drew his sword and wanted to help the master, but was frightened out of his wits by the faint look from the woman in red, and froze in place.

"Madam didn't want to talk about it before." The head of the Wuji Sect held down the whip, just in case there was a slight twist, and pulled off a large piece of flesh.

Mrs. Bai's temperament has changed quite a lot, he dare not grasp it, if she is still alive, she must think of all ways to report to His Majesty!
You are trying to provoke right and wrong here!

Mo Zishu lowered his eyes, and the red lips under the veil raised a slight arc. The next second, he kicked the head of the Wuji Sect on the knee, forcing him, the head of the Wuji Sect, to step down against the evil spirit who was shouting to beat everyone. kneel.

"Boom."

The sound of the knee hitting the ground directly made the boy who was standing still tremble all over.

"Master!" The young man's eyes were about to burst, but he was stopped by Ning Qianqian's long knife, and the two immediately fought together.

"I wanted to talk about it before." Mo Zishu turned the exquisite jade bracelet on her wrist, her expression was gloomy, she raised the chin of the head of the Wuji Sect with one finger, looked at him, thought for a moment, then withdrew her finger .

"Now, there is no need."

The woman's voice was like a warbler's cry, but the ruthlessness inside made people feel chills and timid.

"Fang Anyang, tell me, if you die, will your lord come to save you?"

Before Fang Anyang could reply, Mo Zishu laughed again: "If you die, if he doesn't come, I will slaughter this city; if he doesn't come, I will make no grass grow in every place I go."

"Madam, this junior has no friendship with the Demon Lord."

Even if you kill him now, it won't help much.

Mo Zishu knew that this person was not afraid of death. When she first met her, she knew that this person would die on the basis of enlightenment. Therefore, such a person could not die at the hands of evil spirits like her.

Fang Anyang should be a hero who left his name in history.

In this way, I will let you go.

"Let's go." Mo Zishu raised her red sleeves, and leaned the head of the Wuji Sect with broken knees against the rushing disciple. She wiped the blood from Ning Qianqian's cheek, took off her veil, and revealed a soul-stirring s face.

　Mo Zishu, who has stepped into a big family of psychopaths.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)