The decent boss always wants to attack me

"Eldest brother? What's wrong with you?"

Bai Qing was taken aback by the sudden utterance of his junior brother, with a strange look on his face: "Can't you see?"

The junior looked around in confusion: "What did the senior say?"

"...It's nothing, just go about your business."

The eyeball was half hanging in front of him like this, the distinct white eye feathers trembled slightly, looking at him almost greedily.

A desolate voice came from it: "Bai Qing..."

The young master sat up straight, approached it and asked seriously: "Who are you? Why do you know me?"

"I..."

Bai Qing sat upright, waiting for him to say the follow-up with a puzzled face.

The eyeballs trembled violently, causing an invisible ripple in the surrounding air, and its voice was still hoarse: "You want to know?"

The young master looked at him for a long time, then he spread his hands and said indifferently: "It's so-so."

It has no malice.

Though thinking this way, it doesn't mean that Bai Qing will be led by the nose.

The few words it yelled in the vines really shocked the young master, not to mention crying after it finished speaking, it didn't look like a monster no matter what.

Could it be that it is also the person who was shot by infrared rays?

The eyeball made a strange 'squeak' sound, and then slowly melted into a puddle of milky white viscous liquid in front of him, still bubbling inside.

Its voice also became heavy and cold as if it had been soaked in damp soil.

"Come in, and you'll know."

Bai Qing silently sat back a little, thinking he was stupid?

It screamed suddenly, and the voices were mixed together, and it was impossible to hear what it was saying.

Only then did the young master suddenly realize that this is in the enchantment? !how it got in! !

"Ah...Bai Qing, are you injured..."

"It smells so good! It smells so good!! I can smell blood!! Drag him in!"

Becomes a voice between child and woman.

No matter how harmless this eyeball is, Bai Qing can still tell that it is smart, and the risk factor is quite high.

He just opened his mouth to call out, but his throat was blocked by something and he could only let out a small whimper, the young master suddenly felt desperate.

His sword Chuxiu hadn't been given to him yet, and the branch that was thrown away by the little ancestor seemed extremely precious.

The vines that came out of the ground swished around his ankles, his body slid down suddenly, and the gravel on the ground scratched hard at his back, causing him to grin his teeth in pain.

At the last moment he fell in, what he thought was that he couldn't explain it clearly to Chu Xiu.

Every time the red line disappears after they defeat the demon, but it's hard to say when it will suddenly appear.

Mo Cong manipulated the puppet to explore the way ahead. Although his steps were vigorous, his eyes stared blankly at the half-person-high glowing puppet in the grass in a daze.

The half-arm-length burnt mouth exposed the delicate parts and wooden gears inside the puppet that were fitted with wedges.

Confined by the silk thread in her hand, every time she moves her fingertips, the gears and parts will rotate accordingly, triggering various mechanisms.

It's just that now, even when manipulating it to walk, the shell of the puppet creaks, as if it will be overwhelmed and collapse into a pile of waste wood in the next moment.

Mo Cong's eyeballs moved, and her eyes became clearer. This puppet has been with her since she entered the Hundred Souls Sect, and she is the only one who loves it very much.

However, as an inner disciple of Baihunmen, the techniques practiced cannot have redundant emotions.

Even a preference for weapons is not allowed. What they practice is the art of treating all living objects as dead.

She is an anomaly.

She has feelings for many things, such as her puppet, and the little junior sister who follows her every day and calls her "Senior Sister".

This is a big taboo, but she has been covering it up very well. Even her puppet, others think that she just doesn't want to bother Master to help her repair it.

Although she really didn't want to bother Master.

There was no change in the place where Bai Qing left the monster's abdomen, and they cleaned up the corpses aside, and they cleaned up after the monsters on the island were wiped out.

That was their plan.

Mo Cong stepped on the fat monster's shoulders and stood on its chest. She slowly squatted down and looked at the huge black fangs. Its throat was drilled through it again and again by its puppet, and the blood and flesh were stained on it. His dark teeth gave off a stench.

The layers of dark purple fat accumulated from the neck to the chest looked disgusting.

"It's ugly," she murmured.

Mo Cong took out the snow-purple bracelet from his bosom, and gesticulated on the monster's fat wrist. The beautiful silver chain couldn't even fit a single finger of the monster, and the soreness in her throat made her feel at a loss what to do.

In what mood did her junior brother kill those few people who were supposed to be protected by him.

Mo Cong thought of his crazy face, and those desperate and sharp words echoed in his ears.

"They begged me to kill them, they knelt on the ground and begged me to kill them!"

"What can I do?? They don't want to become monsters and eat people, and they don't want to be eaten by their relatives who have turned into monsters. Apart from killing them, is there any other way for me?"

"If you had come a moment earlier, the matter would not have developed to this point at all!!"

"It's you, it's all your fault, you bastards, hahaha..."

The light white fingertips tightened suddenly, and the snow purple silver chain was firmly held in the palm of his hand.

The situation has developed to this point, and it is the first time that she hates that she is an alien from the Hundred Souls Sect. Why, as an inner disciple, she still has a warm heart and feelings after learning those spells?

She can't be blamed for this matter, she killed this demon without knowing it, the fundamental reason was just to avenge the disciples of the Hundred Souls Sect.

Mo Cong should think this way, but the remorse in his heart is like the undercurrent of the deep sea, which cannot be calmed down.

After standing there blankly for an unknown amount of time, the puppet suddenly jumped up from the grass, the wooden gears creaked and turned non-stop, she exerted force on her toes, and she landed lightly on a distant tree branch.

The sword swished past her eyes and stuck between her fingers holding the tree trunk.

Another slight deviation, and the finger was cut off by the man.

"go back."

If you don't look at it, you know it's the lunatic at Qiwumen.

Mo Cong pulled out the fairy sword from the tree trunk and threw it at Chu Xiu, his cold face showed a little displeasure: "I will go back."

As soon as the man raised his hand, a strong sword energy struck towards him, and the tree she was living in was cut off obliquely by him. Chu Xiu said impatiently, "Let's go now."

The sword revolved around Mo Cong, his face was cold: "You still want to be knocked out by me and brought back."

Mo Cong had no doubt that this lunatic would really make a move. She jumped down from the tree and manipulated the puppet to walk back, when she heard him urging from behind with a cold tone.

She couldn't think of asking: "Master Bai is awake?"

got no response.

Judging from his reaction, Mo Cong was sure that Bai Qing had already woken up, and he was the one who asked Chu Xiu to come to him, probably because he was worried about her safety.

Out of the corner of her eye, she cast a glance at Chu Xiu who was pointing at her with a sword like a prisoner behind her, and secretly slandered: They are both disciples of Qiwumen, how could there be such a big difference?

When they returned to the barrier again, Bai Qing had disappeared, and the disciples were running around anxiously, not knowing what to do.

No one saw him walk out of the barrier, and he disappeared in the blink of an eye.

A wave of waves has risen again.

Mo Cong was about to gather all his disciples to look for him, but Chu Xiu disappeared. He seemed to disappear out of thin air, only the place where he stood just now was still surrounded by a wave of spiritual power.

The turbulent killing intent seeped out along with the traces of spiritual power, and the violence and insidiousness in it made people shudder.

After the white eyeball pulled Bai Qing into the ground with vines, they came to a clearing.

In other words, it is a burial place where countless corpses are piled up.

The sudden thick white hairs rushed out of the eye sockets, they easily pierced the iris, and drilled out from the pupils. The moment the white hairs penetrated the lens, the eyeball was full of blood, dyed with blood. To the red pupils.

Bai Qing's eyes hurt from watching.

Taking advantage of the transformation of the eyeball, he used his hands to untie the vines on his ankles, but the barbs that suddenly grew on the vines pierced his fingertips with blood.

His ankle was also pierced by this sudden attack, so he just wanted to curse.

"Ah, it's the smell of blood, the blood of a cultivator, so clean, hurry up, I can't bear it anymore."

It's rushed.

The young master was a little flustered.

He tore off a corner of the hem of his clothes, hurriedly wrapped the wound that had been oozing blood, and half-crawled upright, trying to slip away.

Another vine stretched out from nowhere, entangled his left foot, sharp pain came from the sole of the foot, Bai Qing had the illusion that both legs had been poked by it for a moment.

The vine flicked him back violently, and this flick made Bai Qing see the real body of the eyeball.

A white eyeball successfully transformed into a monster covered in white hair, with a human body and animal face, and red eyes.

It is not as scary as the leopard demon and the fat demon, but it is also much stronger than Bai Qing. Apart from white hair and red pupils on its face, its dark nostrils are turned upside down, and it is close to the eyes. The mouth occupies half of the mouth. Big face.

Bai Qing was hooked in front of it by the vines at the bottom of his feet.

The monster squatted down, and its huge mouth seemed to be able to stuff his head in as soon as it lowered its head.

Aren't you tired of keeping your mouth open like this?

The Eldest Young Master raised his hand and punched it hard, right on the nose, the blow with all his strength just made the monster sneezed.

Bai Qing was miserable.

The monster laughed loudly, grabbed his neck and lifted him up from the ground, saying to himself: "The blood on his body smells so good, shall we eat him in one go, or start from the feet? Eat part of it a day, and eat while raising it?"

"I think you..."

Before this sentence fell, the monster suddenly exerted force, and the fingers and neck made a sound like tightening cloth tightly, and the movement was crisp.

Bai Qing's eyes were quickly covered with blood, his face was bruised and purple, the veins on his forehead were bulging, and his eyes turned black from being pinched.

It was the first time he encountered a demon who was also very agile in his hands and feet while talking nonsense.

Bai Qing heard the monster slowly tighten its paws and play with his ear: "I didn't let you talk."

The fatal suffocation made his heart beat extremely slow, and he slapped the white-haired paw desperately with his good right hand. The lack of oxygen in his lungs made him only full of desire to survive.

Crazy for air.