My younger brother is acting like a demon again

"This person... this person..."

Mo Yan's legs and feet were trembling, and just looking at them made him feel his legs and feet go weak.

Qin Mo smiled and noticed that the man's eyes drifted towards him vaguely, full of interest, as if he was very interested in him.

Such gaze made him frown uncontrollably.

Luo Yuan stood up and stood beside Qin Moxiao, clenched the sword in his hand: very vigilant.

The man in black grinned, his voice hoarse: "Boy, do you think you can stop me?"

Luo Yuan ignored him.

On the other hand, Murong Zhi couldn't understand his arrogance, so he couldn't help but sneered: "Looking at your appearance, you must have been a loner in life, and I guess no girl is willing to marry you. Do you think you are very powerful? If It’s fine if you meet someone else, but if you meet me, you will definitely die today!”

As Murong Zhi said, he still did not forget to praise himself.

The man in black froze for a moment, then immediately said angrily: "Little Huangkou, talk nonsense, you must stay with me today!"

Murong Zhi hurriedly covered his ears, with a disgusted expression on his face: "Can you stop making any noise? That sound is worse than my dog ​​gnawing on a wooden leg."

"court death!"

The man seemed to be enraged, a cold light flashed, and the sickle in his hand fell straight down, carrying an unstoppable coercion.

Mo Yan yelled: "Senior Brother Murong, look, it's all your fault. Why did you provoke him on purpose? It's already miserable enough for him to be a ghost, but you are still so mean."

"Can this be my fault? It's obvious that he can't stand the stimulation himself, so he won't tell anyone."

Murong Zhi said a little depressed.

"Don't be poor, resist with all your strength."

Qin Mo glanced at the two of them with a smile, raised his voice, and rushed up to assist Luo Yuan.

It was only then that Mo Yan and Murong Zhi came to their senses.

Also hurry over.

Then the complexions of the few people changed. They could feel that the man in black didn't do his best. This attack was more like cat and mouse, which made them feel unprecedented pressure.

Then how terrifying should this person's real strength be?

A sense of powerlessness surged in several people's hearts.

"I waited to show up unintentionally, offended the senior, and hoped that the senior will be happy."

Luo Yuan and the others stepped back a few steps.

Qin Mo smiled and covered his chest, feeling a faint palpitation somewhere.

He seemed to have some sense of the man in black, as if there was some connection between the two of them.

"Hmph, will you know that you are afraid? It's a pity that it's a bit late."

Floating in mid-air, the man in black snorted coldly.

"Old turtle, go to hell."

Just when he was proud, Murong Zhi pounced on him.

It turned out that he was just diverting his attention.

The man in black accidentally injured his thigh, Murong Zhi struck so hard that blood gushed out.

A look of pain flashed across the face of the man in black, and it was also more of disbelief.

"court death."

The man in black didn't expect that he would actually be hurt by these mere ants, and his face was distorted in anger.

The eyeballs tend to be reddened.

Mo Yan shook her shoulders: "He...he seems to be... going to run away."

Luo Yuan glanced at Qin Mo beside him and smiled, thinking in his heart that he was almost certain to save his life.

Just when everyone is facing an enemy.

A look of struggling and pain suddenly appeared on the face of the man in black. His face was distorted, as if two people were fighting for sovereignty in his body.

"Please...please, kill...kill me quickly."

He seemed to be choked by someone, and his voice was intermittent.

Black air kept coming out of him.

Although a few people didn't know what happened.

But the man in black at this time is undoubtedly the weakest.

Luo Yuan charged up with the sword in hand.

This blow exhausted all the strength in his whole body, and it was his strongest killing move.

The wind blew his hair slightly, and at this moment he was like an invincible god of war.

The man in black looked down at his chest.

His eyes were a little dull.

Suddenly, he screamed terribly.

Black smoke billowed from his body.

Mo Yan's eyes lit up, and she clapped her hands: "Senior Brother Luo is mighty, Senior Brother Luo is domineering!"

Murong Zhi was secretly frustrated, he could do it, Luo Yuan just likes to steal the limelight.

"Look, what is that?"

Mo Yan suddenly screamed.

Qin Mo smiled and quickly followed his gaze.

There was a flash of white light on the man in black who was supposed to be dead, and then a figure stood up.

The smoke dissipated, and a handsome man dressed in black appeared in front of him with an upright air.

Mo Yan stammered a little: "You...are you that ugly monster just now?"

"Mo Yan, don't be unreasonable."

Qin Mo smiled and saw that this person was different from before.

The man smiled and said: "It's okay, I am indeed the one just now."

Hearing this, Mo Yan opened her mouth in surprise, able to swallow an egg in one gulp.

"Then why do you..."

Moyan's tongue was a little knotted, and he couldn't think of a suitable word to describe it for a while.

The man in black opened his mouth to help him add: "Is it a change of person?"

Mo Yan nodded immediately.

Qin Mo smiled and turned to look at him. The doubt in Mo Yan's heart was also the doubt of all of them.

The man's eyes drifted to the front of the forest, and he seemed a little melancholy. He sighed and said, "This is a long story, and it's not convenient for me to tell you more. Anyway, thank you for your life-saving grace. I will never forget it."

"Thank you, don't just thank me, you have to take some practical actions, we almost died under your sword."

Murong Zhi said with a cheeky face, they were obviously here to find the fragments, after what he said, it seemed that they came here specifically to save the man in black.

Qin Mo Xiao just wanted to open his mouth to help him cover up.

Then I heard the man in black say: "This little friend is very right. I can't repay you for your great kindness. I am willing to give this little friend some treasures that I got by chance."

He said and smiled at Qin Mo.

Qin Mo smiled and felt a little strange, why did this person give it to himself.

The man in black seemed to see what he was thinking, and chuckled lightly: "Because you were more gentle when you hit me just now. Although you are trying to save me, it still doesn't prevent me from holding grudges."

Mo Yan muttered: "Is my mother gentle? That's obviously physical discomfort. In his heyday, you twisted his head off and kicked it like a ball."

But none of them wanted to fight for the treasure, and they didn't mind making Qin Mo laugh.

"Senior, this junior doesn't want those treasures, I just want to know if senior knows where the dragon bones are?"

Qin Moxiao was not interested in the so-called treasure at all, he only cared about the purpose of coming today.

The man in black was stunned for a moment, then smiled and said, "Isn't this a coincidence? The treasure I gave you happened to contain dragon skeletons. It can be of use to them if they can help you."

A hint of surprise flashed across Qin Mo's smiling face. It really didn't take much effort to get it.

The man in black said, "I hope we will meet again by fate."

Qin Mo smiled and immediately called to stop this person.

"Senior, junior, I have one more question. Do you know the Yin race?"

The man in black's complexion changed, and he said, "Why mention a clan that has long been extinct."

Qin Mo smiled and knew that this person must know, otherwise how could he have such a big reaction.

He was thinking about it when Murong Zhi said leisurely: "Why didn't you want to tell me, senior? You can tell it just by looking at it. Could it be that there is something hidden in it?"

Qin Mo smiled and almost wondered if Murong Zhi was a roundworm in his stomach, otherwise why would he express his inner thoughts so quickly.

The man in black didn't refute or admit it.

He just lowered his eyes, as if he was thinking about something.

Mo Yan muttered in a low voice: "This man is really stingy, but he is only asking about a clan that has long been extinct, and it's not a big deal. Are you afraid that some remaining people will seek revenge on him?"

His voice was just as low as he thought, but in fact, everyone present could hear it.

Murong Zhi suppressed his smile, and reprimanded Mo Yan: "Little Yan'er, how can you say that, our senior is very powerful, how could he be afraid of such a troublesome hermit, he didn't say it, but he didn't want to That's all."

Mo Yan was a little dazed, but he didn't realize that he was deliberately mocking the man in black, so he replied blankly: "Oh, so, then we saved him, just want to know such news, can't we? "

"Then how do I know, maybe the seniors have their own ideas."

Murong Zhi spread his hands helplessly.

The man in black listened to them singing together.

The veins on the forehead are bulging

After a while, he said: "Although I can't tell you about the Yin Race, I can answer another question for you."

After he finished speaking, he turned his eyes to Qin Mo and smiled: "Forgive me for the secret about the Yin clan."

Qin Mo smiled and said hastily: "You don't need to pay attention to them, they have such a personality, if I offend you, I apologize to you on their behalf."

After that, he paused and said, "But I really have something else I want to ask you. You don't need to answer it. I want to know about Yintianzong."

"Hey, Senior Brother Murong, he won't want to say that he doesn't know."

Mo Yan walked over and whispered in Murong Zhi's ear.

His eyes quietly drifted to the man in black.

Murong Zhi suppressed his smile, and lowered his voice: "No, don't worry, even if it's for his own image, he has to find a way to know even if he doesn't know."

The man in black was silent for a moment, seemingly lost in memory.

After a while, he slowly opened his mouth: "The children of the Yintian Sect are all dressed in black, with ghost masks covering their faces. They have been frantically searching for the descendants of the Yin clan these years, and they are planning a huge conspiracy."

No matter how Mo Yan listened to it, it felt a bit like telling a fairy tale.

Honest children inherit the good quality of asking when in doubt.

"Senior, what kind of conspiracy is that? And didn't you say that the Yin race is extinct?"

"Little brother, how would I know what the specific conspiracy is? As for the extermination of the Yin clan, the rumors are like this, but in fact there are still some people who have the blood of the Yin clan, but they may not know it yet."

"Oh, then this Yintian Sect is really a big villain, he won't let go of his last hope."