The master of flower heart is very innocent

The Playboy Is Pure - Chapter 459 Sophie's Anger

"The magic circle here makes me deeply afraid." Shen Mo smiled triumphantly, left this sentence, turned and walked out the door.

The people behind who were treated as sacrifices immediately followed up, feeling a sense of admiration for Shen Mo in their hearts.

Shen Mo dared to talk to the chief elder on an equal footing in front of so many strong blood clansmen, and even threatened him. This kind of courage is not something ordinary people can do.

But most of them were hiding in their hearts and didn't show it. Only the Huren Brothers had eyes of admiration, and they followed Shen Mo closely with a smirk on their faces, almost slapping Shen Mo's ass.

When he walked to the door, Shen Mo saw that the prophet in black was actually following behind him, the corners of his mouth were slightly raised, and he didn't say much.Although that guy was a little unkind to do this, he didn't come out when it was time to contribute, and when Shen Mo Neng went out, he took advantage of it, but Shen Mo knew that the prophet must have a way to leave before, otherwise he would never refuse to join them .

"That bastard is really thick-skinned, shit, I'll bite him to death later!" Shen Mo didn't say anything, but the old dog hero couldn't stand it, and said through gritted teeth.

Behind the crowd, there are still a group of blood clans. Naturally, they will not feel relieved to let Shen Mo deal with that Huaxia woman by himself. After all, they both come from China. Big trouble.

For unknown reasons, the leaders of this blood clan are Madame Bovary and another grand duke.

Now Mrs. Bovary looked relaxed, although she couldn't get too close to Shen Mo and the others, but seeing her concerned eyes when she looked at Fan Helsing, Shen Mo knew that this woman's affection for Fan Helsing had never been let go.

boom!

Just when he walked to the huge corridor leading to the gate of the dark palace, Shen Mo heard a muffled sound, and then a corpse flew over from a distance and hit him.

"I'm coming!" One of the tiger brothers laughed when he saw this, pulled up his body suddenly, and slapped the corpse away, without even spilling a drop of blood on Shen Mo's body.

The more simple-minded a person with well-developed limbs, the easier it is to feel awe of the strong. Now the tiger brothers not only fear Shen Mo, but even have a bit of desire to follow Shen Mo.In their view, Shen Mo was able to bargain with the chief elder of the blood clan, and even dared to fight him in the dark palace. This is not something ordinary people can do. Such a character is worth following.

There are not many reasons, they just think it is worth it, so they choose to do it. Although such people are reckless, they are loyal enough.

Shen Mo didn't pause at all, he walked out of the dark palace first, and as soon as he left the gate, he saw the familiar figure.

The old hag of the mountain god!

Living in Jiang Qiushui's body, the old hag of the mountain god wore a purple long gown and her long hair fluttered. She wandered among the blood clan guards outside. She would cut off the head of a blood clan before she passed by one.

Her speed was so fast that it was almost impossible to tell, even Shen Mo could only see her movement trajectory and the moment of her hand.

"Her strength has recovered a lot, and the speed has become so fast!" Shen Mo was speechless for a while. With such a recovery speed, she might return to the realm of the demon god in a short time.

If it really came then, I am afraid that only the appearance of the Twelve Ancestral Witches can solve her.

None of the dozens of blood clansmen was an all-in-one enemy of the old hag of the mountain god, and even an earl was easily dealt with by her.

Seeing her strength, Mrs. Bovary was startled. Last time she fought with the clone of the old witch, she already knew that this mysterious Chinese woman was extremely powerful, but now that she saw her real body, she understood her strength. What is the strength of the power.

It seems that only the elders of the clan can deal with her.

Regardless of the fact that there was another grand duke beside her, Madame Bovary walked quickly to Van Helsing, frowned and said, "This woman is too powerful, I'm afraid you are no match, you should leave quickly, run away now, the Chief Elder is not at all I will pursue you with all my strength!"

Seeing that his beloved woman cared so much for him, Van Helsing was momentarily surrounded by happiness and was stunned. He stared at Madame Bovary with fiery eyes and refused to move away for a long time.It wasn't until Mrs. Bovary couldn't bear it anymore, and pulled him angrily with a blushing face, that he reacted, pouted his lips, and glanced at Shen Mo: "He has to decide this matter."

"Shen Mo, let's go, you don't need to deal with this woman." Hearing that Madam Bovary looked at Shen Mo, she said.

Shen Mo shook his head with a sullen face: "I must subdue this woman, not because of your blood race."

"No!" Madam Bovary saw that Shen Mo rejected her suggestion, and shouted, she didn't care about Shen Mo's death, but she was worried that Fan Helsing would be hurt by that mysterious Chinese woman because of it: "Even if you have to die Please don't drag Van Helsing either!"

Shen Mo raised his head, glanced at her, and then looked at Fan Helsing: "Your Sophie has said so, if you want to leave, I have no objection."

Although Fan Haixin is a very powerful assistant, only with him in Shen Mo can he have the confidence to face the old witch of the mountain god, but the girl Sophie has said so, if Shen Mo insists on letting Fan Haixin accompany him to "send death", that's okay. It seemed too unkind.

Hearing Shen Mo's words, Fan Haixin laughed loudly, stretched out his hand and pulled Sophie to his side, put his arms around her slender waist, and said with love on his face, "Sophie, if you are still my Sophie, you should Believe me, I have the ability to capture this Chinese female fairy alive with brother Shen Mo, and if I didn’t bring you back, how could I die? I owe brother Shen Mo a favor, and I must pay it back, please don’t stop me.”

Sophie's pretty face was blushing. In 400 years, since she became a blood race, it was the first time that she was touched so intimately by a man.Feeling Van Helsing's masculine breath, Sophie trembled all over, not daring to look into his eyes, and buried her head in Van Helsing's arms.

At this moment, she was no longer the grand duke of the blood race, the famous Madame Bovary, but the innocent and ignorant girl from the small town back then, the beautiful Miss Sophie.

Feeling the familiar yet unfamiliar atmosphere, Sophie almost felt that she was dreaming. At this moment, her dream for 400 years finally came true today!

But happiness is always short-lived. After only a few seconds, the grand duke who came with Sophie reacted and glared at Sophie angrily: "Grand Duke Bovary, what are you doing?!"

Sophie slowly raised her head, and a murderous intent flashed in the Duke's eyes.In the 400-year history of the blood race, she has already erased the innocent temperament of a girl, and she acted like that just because the appearance of her lover made her return briefly.You must know that in the blood clan, Grand Duke Bovary's name as the Night Butcher is well known.

Not only other Western powers, including the Holy See, but also Madam Bovary has never been soft on the inside of the blood clan. Anyone who dares to offend her will be killed without mercy!It is also for this reason that she is hostile to many people, including Duke Figo who was killed by Shen Mo.

"I know what I'm doing, Duke Musang, shouldn't you deal with that Chinese woman now?" Sophie said to the Duke with a cold face, slightly separated from Van Helsing.

The Grand Duke Musang was furious, but at such a juncture, he was unwilling to conflict with Madam Bovary. After all, now that the enemy is at hand, they should be unanimous.

Glaring at her angrily, the Grand Duke Musang snorted coldly and said, "Since the two people around you have agreed to the Chief Veteran to solve that Chinese woman for the Blood Race, I don't think I need to consume the power of the Blood Race anymore. The Chief Veteran let us The meaning of coming is obvious, look at these sacrifices that should have died, don't let them escape!"

"We are not sacrifices, damned vampires, believe it or not, I will tear you apart!" Brother Huren was fed up with being called sacrifices, and before Shen Mo could speak, he yelled at Grand Duke Musang, almost transforming himself.

Grand Duke Musang frowned tightly, and a look of fear flashed in his eyes.This pair of Tigers was captured by Elder Hayes himself. They are powerful. If two Tigers make a move, he may not be a match for a Grand Duke.

After scanning all the people present, Musang finally fixed his eyes on Sophie: "Madame Bovary, are you going to let them escape?!"

"If I really want to do this, I must kill you first!" Sophie returned coldly, making no secret of her murderous intentions.

Grand Duke Musang was taken aback when he heard the words. Although he had 1 dissatisfaction in his heart, he obediently kept his mouth shut.

Although they are both dukes, his strength is far inferior to Madame Bovary's. In fact, among the grand dukes in the Dark Palace, there are only a handful of them whose strength is higher than hers.Originally, Duke Figo was one, but he was killed by the two sacrifices in front of him.

"Hehehe, what's the matter, are you fighting among yourself before you start?" At this moment, a delicate voice sounded, and everyone turned their heads to look, only to see that the old hag of the mountain god had already dealt with the vampires , walked towards them.

"It's you again, boy, you can't run away this time!" After seeing Shen Mo, a stern light flashed in the eyes of the old witch of the mountain god. She really hated Shen Mo to death. If it wasn't for Shen Mo, she wouldn't have changed. He was so embarrassed, and he caused him to lose a clone a few days ago, which had a great impact on his cultivation. If the clone hadn't been killed, his current cultivation would have almost fully recovered!

Once the cultivation level is restored, I don't have to live in this little girl's body, and I can completely sacrifice my own body!

For the monster race without a body, the longer the time drags on, the more unfavorable it is for herself. It is for this reason that she did not hesitate to venture to the ancestral land of the blood race in order to snatch more inheritance seeds and let herself recover.

"I've never run away, old witch of the mountain god, if I leave Jiang Qiushui's body, I can let you go, otherwise you will die in an ugly way!" Shen Mo's expression was cold, and the dragon scale sword in his hand hesitated.