Escape to Farmland: A vicious stepmother dressed as a villain

Mo Qingcheng successfully fooled Mu Shenyi and led the way in front, avoiding the ambushes of many traps. The two men in black were dumbfounded, and Hei Yi tied the rope to block the knife in front.

A smile flashed across Shangguan Yichen's cold eyes, Hei Yixue is smart...

After burning incense, he was stopped by a group of strangely dressed people.The heels of the black and white robe, the empty eyes are full of lifelessness.

The two outer disciples gasped, the thirteen gong formations of ghosts and monsters!

Guzhu, what a great handwriting!

As the name suggests, the Ghost and Creature Thirteen Gongs Formation is composed of three people, each of whom fights independently but is integrated as one.

So far, the people who broke into Ghost Valley have died at the hands of thirteen gongs, er, hundreds if not thousands.

On weekdays, the elders of the outer sect said that whoever was thrown in would definitely die without a place to bury him.

Just in time.

Mo Qingcheng smiled strangely: "Bai Yi, wait for me!"

"Yes!" Bai Yi stared at the thirteen gong array, feeling uneasy.

Shangguan Yichen clenched his fists and was about to speak several times, advancing and retreating together, but was persuaded by Mo Qingcheng to retreat.

"Boss, keep an eye on Hei Yi and Mu Shenyi, and wait for Mother to come out."

"Yes...Mother..." The little boy's eyes tightened, and he felt uncomfortable.

Mo Qingcheng raised his eyebrows evilly, and made a gesture of invitation, and a cloud of black mist rose up, covering everyone's sight.

All Guigu disciples know that this is not an ordinary black mist, but a formation to prevent peeping, but the eyes are confused by the black mist, and the inner strength is as deep as Lord Gu, who peeped a few times, died without a problem, and was almost bitten by backlash.

Horror!

Mo Qingcheng sneered: "When did ghosts become so spineless?"

No one answered, Mo Qingcheng had the answer in his heart, since it is something without an owner, then don't blame the instructor for being rude.

A pair of thirteen, Mo Qingcheng won easily, but in order to improve combat effectiveness, Mo Qingcheng did not intend to win in one fell swoop, but was full of training.

There are three people in the thirteen gong formation, all of them are like walking corpses, without emotion, their moves are all killing moves, the tyrannical silver in Mo Qingcheng's body instantly swells, full of fighting spirit.

Come, come, fight for three hundred rounds.

Thirteen Tonggong people, one move is faster than one move, looking for death.

Mo Qingcheng drew out a big knife, without any scruples, and fought the 13 people until the sky was dark.

Mr. Farm curled his lips: "Hypocritical."

Mu Yunchuan was terribly worried: "Brother Jun, save mother quickly..."

"Xiao Chuanchuan, don't worry, your mother is a little witch who is famously feared by the enemy... Uh no, your mother has the potential of a little witch... Hehe... you won't be hurt, don't worry."

After some comfort from Mr. Farm, there were many loopholes, and Mu Yunchuan became more and more interested in the life experience of his cheap mother-in-law.

The little guy's eyes are dangerous, and he is close to Mr. Farm.

Mr. Farm realized later that he had been tricked...

Forget it, sooner or later they will know the details of the little witch, it was Xiao Chuanchuan who discovered it himself, and it has nothing to do with him.

Correct!

Mr. Farm successfully dumped the blame on Mu Yunchuan, put Mo Qingcheng's safety behind him, cut off the water curtain, and lied about lack of energy...

An hour later, Mo Qingcheng lost his patience. He found out the details of the three people, and used the killing move he had just learned, leaving the thirteen people with nowhere to go.

In the sound of the farm king's rage, 13 people were thrown into the garbage station of the farm, and they lived a life that was worse than death...

The black mist dissipated, and Mo Qingcheng's face was pale. He was leaning on a long sword in his hand, and his body was covered with paint. He looked horrible.

Shangguan Yichen's heart skipped a beat: "Mother, are you injured?"

Mo Qingcheng smiled weakly, and fell straight to the ground...