Chapter 1476: Extra 4

"She, she is not dead at all!" Yi Zhong glanced at Yiyunyun hiding behind him, and snarled angrily. He wanted to kill this monk by ghost-hunting. I didn't expect her to be so vicious. One stroke took people's life, Yi Zhong consciously lost his face, and blamed all of it on Yi Qingyun's body: "This teacher is not a leisurely generation. In the future, this kind of thing should not bother the teacher. The master is a ghost master. Not a ruthless killer! Not killing innocent people!"
After I finished, I turned around and went away angrily. Didn’t I leave here to be killed by this woman? Even if he loses his face, would he still have to lose his life?
He had left, and the men who came with him also fled. In the small room, the air suddenly circulated more, but the thick smell was not very good.
"How, how could this be?" Yi Yunyun changed his face, his body shivered, and stuttered and said: "I can't... At that time she was obviously dead... How could she not die?"
The aunts and sisters who came with them have long been scared to stand up and stand still, screaming and chilling, killing them can’t believe it, the weak and incompetent ink purple scorpion becomes so It’s amazing, what makes them even more unacceptable is, how can you not die if you bury the ink in the loess?

How do you feel?
Mo Qingfeng smiled and shivered at Yiyunyun. Her face was pale and scary. She looked at the doorway with fear. At this time, she only wanted to escape, but her legs were weak and she could not escape.
"You are a demon! You are not a gentleman!" Hearing the question of Mo Qingfeng, Yi Qingyun suddenly turned his head and shouted at the ink wind. Just shouted, a flash of light, suddenly a tight neck, Mo Qingfeng came to her with a gust of wind, squatting down the thin fingers, tightly pinching her throat, the pain that came instantly The light cloud shook like autumn leaves, "You... what are you doing?"
Mo Qingfeng smiles coldly. She is really not Mo Qingfeng. It is not the Qianqing style of the former cowardly and incompetent timid. Now she is the ink of the wind that can bully others and others want to bully!
She smiled softly and flashed a smack of coldness. "Do what the devil should do."
After all, the five fingers tried hard, only to hear a bang, and I sneaked out, Yi Qingyun was smashed out, grabbing his neck with his hands and rolling on the ground, his face looked very painful, and he made a groaning pain.
Mo Qingfeng got up, took a clapping, turned and looked at Zhao Minjing who was sitting on the ground and shivering. When Zhao Minjing touched her cold eyes, her body trembled even more, and kept asking for mercy from Mo Qingfeng: "I was wrong. I got it wrong... Wang Hao spared me!"
"I remembered that I was Wang Hao now, is it late?" Mo Qing sneered at the wind. Didn't it be that she was swearing or ugly?
"Wang Hao's life... Wang Hao's life..."
Mo Qingfeng step by step toward Zhao Minjing, the colder the gaze, the deadly smile on her lips. Every time she approaches, Zhao Minjing feels that she is one step closer to death.
"Rare life? When you bullied me, why didn't you think about spared my life?" Mo Qingfeng grabbed Zhao Minjing's collar and lifted her whole person.
Mo Qingfeng is just hungry. When they go to the kitchen to eat, they can kill her alive. Now she comes back with her flesh. How can she make them better?
Since they don't let her eat, then she doesn't let them eat. She won't take their lives with one stroke. She wants them to live like death and try to starve.
Five fingers extended to Zhao Minjing's throat, Zhao Minjing looked at her in horror, and kept shaking her head. The pitiful appearance was asking her for mercy. She didn't want to be twisted her neck like Yiyunyun. She didn't want to die, she was afraid of death!
But how can she be afraid of death, or smell the death, like the five fingers of the claws, after all, still hold her throat...
"What are you doing?" Suddenly, there was a nice and cold voice behind him.
Mo Qingfeng frowned, and Zhao Minjing’s five-finger force in the throat was slightly collected. He heard his voice. Zhao Minjing’s eyes suddenly brightened. He crossed the ink and looked at the man standing behind the body of Mo Qing, exhausting his whole body and saying loudly: "Wang, save me! This demon, ah..."
boom!
Before she finished her call, Mo Qingfeng slammed her hand and slammed Zhao Minjing out. Zhao Minjing, who fell to the ground, screamed and fainted.
Mo Qingfeng frowned unpleasantly. She hated the woman yelling in her ear, and it hurt her eardrum.
"What the are you doing?" The good voice rang again.
Mo Qingfeng turned and saw that the man in a brocade was standing up, and Yu Hua looked at her indifferently.
Seeing him, Mo Qingfeng slammed into a flash of light, so a man who fell into the country!
Soon, her dawn was cold again, and her memory reminded her that the man in front of her eyes was the emperor of the Eight Kings, Chu Muchen, her so-called husband, and even the church was replaced by a to make her the largest in Chu Qiang. The husband who laughs.
Chu Muchen cold eyes swept over the corpses everywhere, the unfathomable eyes swept over a strange look, looking at the ink wind, faintly said: "They are you killing?"
The sun shone on his body, as if there was a faint golden light shrouded him, making him look more versatile, and the indifferent and noble atmosphere that was scattered around him made people feel unattainable.
"What do you think?" Mo Qing looked at him coldly and coldly, was he surprised? She was always bullied, she suddenly countered, they were surprised?
Chu Muchen glanced at Yiyunyun, who was lying on the ground and fainted in the past. He was so sullen and cold, and asked indifferently: "You even kill her?"
"She is dead, is your heart hurting?" Mo Qingfeng came to Chu Muchen lightly, revealing a sneer sneer, making her yin and yang face look even more ugly.
From the beginning to the end, Chu Muchen just coldly glanced at her, and her eyes never stopped on her. This ugly woman felt a pain in her eyes.
"What the are you doing?" Chu Muchen said coldly.
"Just twisting her esophagus and letting her eat and drink later."
Chu Muchen looked at Yiyunyun, his expression was indifferent, but his heart was shocked. How did she kill a man with a weak woman? Also twisted the human esophagus?
Good cruel means!
"Mu Qingfeng, how can you be so cruel?" Chu Muchen's indifferent gaze slowly moved to the body of Mo Qingfeng. The disgusting gaze was very uncomfortable.
Mo Qingfeng frowned and looked at Chu Muchen sneerly and said: "Do you know that I am cruel now? Will it be too late? I will kill a few people and you will say that I am cruel, you kill this life. No one is less than me? Are you more cruel than me? You are so cruel, what qualifications do you say that I am cruel?" She took a step closer to him, and the cold voice said one word at a time: "Chu Muchen, I will become more cruel and colder in the future!"
Anyone who bullies her, she will slowly seek justice for herself!
Chu Muchen Jun’s face is gloomy.
Do you dare to call the full name of the king?

"Don't you just call my full name? The name is called, is it called, is your name still guilty of decapitation?" Mo Qing smiled and slid his sleeves gracefully. When I lifted the skirt, I smiled and said: "Trouble you to clean up the body of the cold water pavilion. I don't want to see them before noon. Also, trouble me to prepare a hearty meal and a bucket of warm water. ""
Although she is a soldier, she is a person who loves thousands of people. Mobosen and Gu Yu regard her as a treasure. There is also animal husbandry, shepherd knows that shepherd likes her, her husband dreams that she is her daughter-in-law, she does not know how good she is.
She is being pampered and served by people. When she comes here, she also wants to enjoy such treatment!
After that, she twisted her waist, crossed the body, and walked leisurely, and the look was like walking in the garden.
Chu Muchen swept through the corpses of the land indifferently, and then looked at the waist and the twist of the waist of the ink, and the deep bottom of the scorpion flashed a bit of annoyance. When did she become so bold? Was she a previous straw bag? Isn't it a waste that you don't want to fight back?
How is her now, completely different from her previous one?
Chu Muchen once again disliked the style of the ink, and finally let the squatting to the cold water pavilion to send rich dishes and hot water.
Mo Qingfeng was soaked in the tub. She leaned her head slightly, her eyes closed, and the soft blue silk floated on the water. The water was dotted like a silky silk floating on the water.
Her skin is white and wins the snow. Under the heat of the water, the white snow-like skin is pink, and the water surface is covered to her perfect and delicate clavicle. Below the clavicle is the gelatin skin, above the collarbone...
That yin and yang face is very ugly in the vapor filled!
I don't know how long it took, until the water temperature went cold, the ink wind opened the eyes, stood up from the tub, and swept the cotton towel hanging on the screen to dry the water drops on her body. When she glanced at the gold in the left arm. When I was imprinted, I was not taken aback.
The arm here is a round birthmark, deep purple, now how to become a light purple bead?
There are nine beads in the air, and there are nine beads, eight around each other, like the gossip...
Mo Qingfeng thought: "Is this the strange man who said the dragon spirit?
What is the ghost of the dragon training spirit?
The original Lord’s memory tells her that she has always been a birthmark like her face. How can I take a shower and become like this?
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