My wife is not a demon

"That's right, why didn't you remind me earlier?"

Mo Hanshuang stared at Chen Mu displeased.

She went back to the severed head of Master Murong, stomped it to pieces, and walked over again.

Chen Mu's spine shivered when he saw it, and he smiled dryly: "Senior is unparalleled in strength, killing people invisible, and this junior has no time to remind him, so I can only blame this junior for his low cultivation."

"If your cultivation level is not high, you should practice well. By the way, who are you?" Mo Hanshuang took out a handkerchief to wipe the blood on his face, and asked curiously.

Xu Tuozhu introduced: "Senior Mo, he is Chen Tanzhu."

"Ji Dachun?"

Mo Hanshuang's eyes lit up suddenly, and he grabbed Chen Mu's skirt, ignoring the blood on his hands staining the other's clothes, and asked eagerly, "Are you that Ji Dachun from Longpanshan?"

The woman's enthusiasm frightened Chen Mu.

Could it be that the mysterious person Xu Duozhu said earlier who wants to see me is Senior Mo?

"Senior, have you heard my name?" Chen Mu asked.

Mo Hanshuang picked it up like a chicken, and said coldly, "Tell me, where did your young master and that bastard Lin Tianzhu go?"

What forest sky burial?

Chen Mu couldn't put any effort into his feet, he kicked indiscriminately, feeling like he was about to choke his breath out of his chest.

He panted, "Senior, can you calm down first?"

Swish!

However, the woman raised the big knife and put it beside his leg: "Don't say it? Take off your leg first!"

"senior!"

Chen Mu's face turned pale, and beads of sweat dripped down, "Young Master, I really don't know where he went? After Longpan Mountain was suppressed, the Young Master and I separated. He said he was going to live in seclusion. Senior...should be with the young master."

Frightened, Chen Mu could only repeat the information that Ji Dachun had told him before, trying to squeeze out a kind smile.

"Senior, I really don't know, can you let me down first?"

This old lady has such a bad temper.

Chen Mu almost exploded his lungs.

Mo Hanshuang's expression was uncertain, and finally he put Chen Mu on the ground, and said coldly, "Didn't you look for them all these years?"

Just as Chen Mu was about to shake his head, when he saw the knife in the opponent's hand, he quickly put on a regretful and sad expression: "Of course I have looked for it, I have been looking for it all the time, but there has been no news, I am also very sad. "

"When I was in Longpan Mountain, did that old dog mention me?"

Mo Hanshuang asked.

Chen Mu was extremely confused in his heart.

He never heard Ji Dachun mention Lin Tianzhu or Dao Zong, let alone this fierce old lady.

To be honest, definitely not.

Considering that Xu Duozhu said that Senior Mo had an affair with Lin Tianzhu just now, Chen Mu rolled his eyes and nodded, "Of course Senior Lin mentioned about you, old man, and said—"

"Old man?"

Unexpectedly, as soon as these words came out, Mo Hanshuang's eyes turned cold.

Chen Mu was in a bad mood, and quickly changed his words: "Mother Mo... Aunt Mo... Ah no, Senior Mo——"

Bang!

The man flew upside down.

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Chapter 358 Is Wumo Divine Art Effective?

Chen Mu really didn't expect the old lady to be so irritable.

She was already very old, and she didn't let anyone tell her, and then she got angry after talking, and she was extremely small-minded.

Rubbing his severely painful chest, Chen Mu struggled to get up from the ground, and was about to scold him angrily, but saw a half-meter wide knife standing horizontally on the ground, and immediately chose to shut up.

Forget it, respecting the old and loving the young is my consistent traditional virtue.

Don't bother with this old lady.

"Say, what did that dog say bad things about my mother? Just tell me exactly."

Mo Hanshuang leaned closer to ask.

Chen Mu said: "If it's something bad, senior wouldn't be angry and blame me."

bad words...

There was a coldness in Mo Hanshuang's eyes, and the corners of his lips curled up slightly: "Don't worry, my mother is not the kind of person with a small belly, just tell the truth."

Believe in you!

Chen Mu cursed secretly, and simply said nonsense: "Senior Lin didn't say anything bad about you, the main reason is that he occasionally talked about something about you with the young master, and seemed to regret what he did. Sometimes he looks at the moon alone in a daze , seems to be thinking of someone..."

Listening to Chen Mu's words, the chill on Mo Hanshuang's face gradually faded, becoming a little more gentle and melancholy.

She looked down at the knife in her hand, her fingers lightly brushing the blade.

A bead of blood slipped down.

Tick.

Beads of blood splashed on the ground.

"Are you saying he's thinking of me?" the woman asked.

Chen Mu was startled, and said in an uncertain tone: "I don't know who Senior Lin is thinking about, but he often reads a line of poetry."

"poetry?"

Mo Hanshuang had a weird expression on his face.

Chen Mu nodded: "Yes, I still remember a sentence, probably: the reeds are green, and the white dew is frost. The so-called Iraqi people are on the side of the water."