The emperor is too clingy, and the reborn devil queen only thinks that she is beautiful and strong.

Chapter 126 This is a well-planned murder
Bai Li is very familiar with this kind of "stab in the back".

Only when facing someone who is extremely close and trustworthy will he completely let down his guard and allow the other person to take advantage of him.

"The master is a purple-level master. There are not many people who can get close to him and are sure to break the Dantian, and there is a high possibility of a gang committing the crime."

Judging from the scar characteristics, apart from the most obvious bites from monsters, there are also a small number of wounds cut by sharp objects. Especially between the third and fourth ribs on the left chest, right at the heart, there were jagged scratches, and the edges of the wounds were even blackened and eroded. Bai Liyun poured out a touch of spiritual power into his heart, and slowly pulled out a delicate and small hidden dart from his heart.

Seeing the exquisite seven-leaf orchid pattern on the bodyguard, Meng Xingchen lost his voice and said, "This is impossible."

……

While the formation academy was immersed in pain, a man in black was kneeling on the ground in a courtyard in the distance.

This operation ended in failure. It neither strangled all the geniuses of the Spiritual Academy to death in their cribs nor brought Bai Li back as planned. Instead, it alerted the Kongming Academy.

Wei Shi was trembling and knelt at the front. As the person in charge, he took the first responsibility for the failure of the operation.

The man in the seat was silent, and the strange silence made people even more frightened. This just meant that he was angry.

Weishi: "Master... this subordinate is willing to die to apologize."

Just as he was about to break his heart, he suddenly found that his spiritual power was locked. The man who was called "Master" casually raised the corners of his lips: "Aren't you afraid of death?"

Afraid, of course.

However, Wu Gu cannot figure out a man's thoughts and dare not answer casually. The master has a moody personality and does everything based on his mood.

If he speaks frankly, the master will think he is a waste, and will crush his soul if he is unhappy; if he answers stupidly that he is not afraid of death, the master may "satisfy" him and give him death directly.

Or choose to stay silent and wisely to protect yourself.

The man was obviously not satisfied with this answer. He raised his little finger and motioned for Wei Shi to come forward.

Even though he was extremely reluctant, he had to obey because he signed a slave contract with his master. There are three main types of contracts between a trainer and a monster: soul contract, equality contract, and slave contract. As the slave, his life and death are completely determined by his master.

The man pinched Wei Yan's chin and said in a calm tone: "You are the little fool that I worked so hard to raise. It's just a mistake. How can I be willing to let you die?"

Wei Yan breathed a sigh of relief.

According to his master's words, he can still live.

It was only then that he realized that cold sweat had soaked his back.

He was sincerely grateful: "Thank you so much, master - woohoo!!"

Before he finished speaking, his jaw suddenly dislocated.

Amid his painful whimpers, the man smiled, slowly opened Wei Shi's mouth, and pulled out the barbed tongues one by one.

"But if you make a mistake, you will be punished."

What do you mean?
Wei Yan's eyes widened in fear.

Before he could resist, ice suddenly ran down his throat. No matter how much he begged, he was drowned in the gushing out warm blood, and the man cut off his tongue without even leaving a single one.

Listening to Wei Yan's painful wails, the people in black were trembling with fear.

As the trusted right-hand man of the family leader, Weiwen has ended up half-dead. Is there any way for them, the little fishes and shrimps, to survive?
The man picked up Wei Yan's ankle and dragged him into the house. Before closing the door, he said lightly: "What are you doing with these wastes? Cut off all the spiritual veins and throw them away to feed the monsters."

The screams were endless, and even though they were several yards away, Mo Muling's scalp was still numb.

Fortunately, the mission was completed during this operation. Otherwise, it would have been death or a life worse than death. Compared to her uneasiness, Mo Chenyi seemed to be at ease. He turned a deaf ear to the tea and drank tea leisurely. He didn't stand up to salute until the owner of the house came in.

Mo Chenyuan put aside his gossip and sighed quietly: "Monsters are just stupid. The head of this family is putting food in his mouth, but he can still screw up. My cousin, you are reliable in doing things. That old immortal Wan Qing, this time Finally die."

We are both of the Shen generation, so there is nothing wrong with calling him cousin.

But Mo Chenyi didn't dare to make excuses, and said calmly: "If I go home to my master, I will see him die with my own eyes. There is no chance of him surviving."

Mo Chenyuan laughed: "The old immortal has been fighting against my master for hundreds of years, but he was finally defeated. If you kill well, you will be rewarded! Just tell me what you want."

"Then I want to ask the head of the family for someone."

Mo Chenyuan's smile continued: "It's not difficult. Except for Bai Li, you can choose whatever you want. Even if you like the woman in my backyard, you are allowed to take her away."

Although he said he didn't dare, Mo Chenyi secretly clenched his fists.

The head of the family seems to be disorganized and kills as he pleases, but he is actually an extremely shrewd person. He wanted to keep Baili because he was interested in her strange bones. Legend has it that the energy that destroys the world and destroys the world is sealed in the strange bones. With a little use, it can swallow up the sun and the moon and fill up the mountains and seas. It is an essential material for making the secret medicine of immortality.

He originally had one, but it was stolen by Chu Bomeng, an old thief from Qiu Mingguo, and his whereabouts are now unknown.

Fortunately, Bai Li is still alive. As long as she is here, it will only be a matter of time before the strange bones grow.

Mo Chenyuan raised his eyebrows: "Who do you want?"

Mo Chenyi pointed at Mo Muling, who was huddled up and shivering next to her: "The adopted daughter of the family leader, Mo Muling."

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The lights in Fusangfeng's mourning hall are still dimly lit, and the funeral can only be buried after seven days of mourning. At twelve o'clock every day, disciples offer condolences and burn paper.

The brazier made a "sizzling" sound.

The firelight reflected a lonely figure, and only Meng Xingchen was left in the room. Bai Li and Zhuang Xianzhi had long since disappeared.

Old Man Qing died in mysterious circumstances. As a disciple, he must find out the real culprit and comfort his master's spirit in heaven.

As they were walking together, Zhuang Xianzhi pulled Bai Li's sleeve and pulled her aside. Looking at Dan Yuzhou, who was chasing a bat out of boredom not far away, Zhuang Xianzhi asked from his soul: "Little junior sister, are you sure you want to take him with you?"

Not to mention that this person is as childish as a child, and bringing him along would be a hindrance.

Zhuang Xianzhi said seriously: "Our operation is very dangerous."

Bai Li: "I know."

That's why she had to bring Brother Dan with her. It would be best if she could handle it herself. If necessary, she would have to ask him to kill him randomly.

Zhuang Xianzhi: "..."

you do not know! Although Dan Yuzhou is really beautiful, and he is a man, his heart is beating fast when he sees her, but now is not the time to covet beauty!
Faced with the superficial temptation of men, you must know how to control it! Don't always try to glance with your eyes.

Bai Li: "Okay, time is running out, let's go."

She beckoned Dan Yuzhou to set off, the six-pointed star formation flashed from the soles of her feet, and in an instant she arrived at the place where Old Man Qing's body was found.

The wind and sand are raging, making it even more chilly in the cold wind.

The traces of the battle have long since dissipated with the flow of fine sand. If it weren't for the piles of corpses and bones on the ground, there would be no trace of the fierce battle that broke out last night.

It turned out to be a trial wind tunnel.