Ye Luoli's Shadow Princess

"You have been playing for so long and you are finally willing to come back?" Dharma King's voice sounded in Mo Yu's ears.

"Yes, Amo, we have been in this dark place for a long time. It's really boring. These people are all old antiques and very boring." Wei Churuo came to Mo Yu and lifted up a strand of Mo Yu's hair. Hair

"Sure enough, it's only lively when Amo is here."

"Fu Rong, don't scare Amo." Yin Chen was fiddling with his bow and said without raising his head.

Wei Churuo took back her hand, put her hands on her hips and said, "Hey, Yinchen, don't disturb Amo and I, okay?"

Yin Chen glanced at Wei Churuo and said nothing, just a provocative smile.

"Yinchen, you..."

"Okay, you two, stop arguing. If others know that the two Dharma ministers of Muten Pavilion are quarreling, won't they lose their lives?"

There was no ups and downs in the Dharma King's voice, but Wei Churuo still heard that the Dharma King was a little unhappy, so she had to give up and then secretly glared at Yin Chen.

"Is there anything important that the King of the World has brought me back for?"

"Don't turn your elbows out. You can't stay out forever. You'll have to come back sooner or later."

When the Dharma King didn't speak, Wu Shen Ling spoke first. Mo Yu waited for a while and found that the Dharma King didn't say anything. He obviously agreed with Wu Shen Ling's words.

"Are you looking for a fight?" Mo Yu directly launched an attack at the Martial God Mausoleum: "Ye Luoli's magic, blood cherry gun, loaded."

Wu Shen Ling reacted quickly and barely blocked Mo Yu's attack: "Hey! Are you serious?"

Mo Yu sneered softly, and turned the pistol with his index finger. Suddenly, the hole of the pistol was pointed at the Martial God Mausoleum.

"I'm just pretending to play with them, but I'm really playing with you." Mo Yu said and pulled the trigger.

Wu Shen Ling couldn't defeat Mo Yu at all, let alone one of Mo Yu's bullets. The first time he could only barely take it, and the second time Wu Shen Ling was really not guaranteed.

"That's enough!" The Dharma King was really angry this time and directly helped Wu Shen Ling block the blow.

Otherwise, even if the Martial God Mausoleum is not dead, it will still be half disabled.

Wu Shenling let out a breath of turbidity, and the King looked at Wushen Ling coldly: "No one will help you next time."

Wu Shenling looked away and said with some frustration: "Amo and I have been fighting since we were young, aren't you used to it?"

Mo Yu blew the muzzle of the gun nonchalantly, then made a gun gesture with his hand and pointed it at the Martial God Mausoleum.

The red lips were slightly longer: "Bang."

Wu Shenling frowned

"You have fought with her for so many years and I have never seen you win." His Holiness said with some disdain.

Mo Yu took back his hand and made a provocative face towards the Martial God Mausoleum.

Wu Shenling's face turned red with anger: "You! Me!"

"That's enough! Can you two let me worry less?"

Yin Chen slowly raised the corners of his lips: "Amo, please stop."

Mo Yu curled his lips, but still obediently put away the blood cherry gun.

"So what do you want to do when you come back to me?" Mo Yu said impatiently.

"We need you to sit here for a while."

"No more?" The four words "I don't believe it" were written all over Mo Yu's face.

"Well, no more."

"How long will you be in charge?"

"do not know."

"?"

The Dharma King was silent for a while and said: "Don't worry, it won't be long."

Mo Yu nodded reluctantly

Ok

This is the only way, after all, she hasn’t been back for a long time.

It doesn't matter if you sit in charge for a while

"Ye Luoli's magic." Mo Yu put on the black robe and mask again, only revealing a pair of red eyes

I don't know why, but Mo Yu always feels a little uneasy inside, as if something bad is going to happen.