The Emperor's Favorite: The Fourth Miss Ghost

Mo Zhuyue broke free from Yun Qingcheng's embrace coldly, with a bloodthirsty smile on the corner of her mouth, and looked fiercely at the people in front of her: "When did I say, I'm going to do it myself."

Mo Zhuyue looked at these people coldly, the surrounding air had already melted them, the bloodthirsty smile on the corner of her mouth was like Shura and ghosts in hell, her bloodthirsty temperament had been hidden by Long Canghao's pampering, now, Long Canghao is no longer, she no longer needs tenderness like water, she is Mo Zhuyue, a bloodthirsty and ruthless Mo Zhuyue who holds the power of life and death, does her own way, and is arrogant and unruly.

The leader of the Kongtong faction looked at Mo Zhuyue, wondering why this little girl looked so scary, he was a little flustered, and hurriedly left, wanting to leave Mo Zhuyue's side.

Mo Zhuyue curled her lips indifferently, and her eyes were filled with cold blood covered with frost: "Why, do you want to leave like this after killing someone?"

The head of the Kongtong faction looked around, and finally looked at Mo Zhuyue's eyes fixed on his face, and understood that Mo Zhuyue's words were meant for him, and he intuitively felt that Mo Zhuyue couldn't bear it, Explained: "Girl, you seem to have misunderstood something. We didn't kill people. The two people inside committed suicide. What's more, they deserve to die. Even if a hundred of them die, it's not a pity to die!"

Mo Zhuyue's eyes became colder and colder.

"Indeed, death is not a pity!" Mo Zhuyue gritted her teeth: "You so-called decent families in the Jianghu, it is indeed a pity to die. You can use such a despicable method as a kung fu powder. You who are so shameless, stay in this world. It's an insult to the world."

The head of the Kongtong sect was shocked, and looked at Mo Zhuyue warily, his face darkening: "Who are you?"

"Who?" Mo Zhuyue pursed her lips, her cold and charming eyes swept over everyone present one by one, a light flashed in the space bracelet, and the next moment, the five protectors of the Demon Sect stood in front of her.

"Master!"

Everyone: "..."

Everyone looked at Mo Zhuyue in surprise, and then looked at the five people around Mo Zhuyue, three men and two women. Their clothes were embroidered with the logos of Xuanwu, Qinglong, White Tiger, Suzaku and Qilin. What do these logos represent? Everyone knows it well, but they actually called this beautiful little girl in front of them the leader?

Then isn't she—

Demon cult leader ghost!

There was a strong inhalation sound from the crowd, and they all looked at Mo Zhuyue in disbelief.

Mo Zhuyue's eyes were already scarlet, she wished she could step forward and tear them all into powder step by step, wished to drink their blood, drink their flesh, even if they could not solve the hatred in her heart, she had no choice but to Now that she is pregnant with Liujia, she can't get angry.

Mo Zhuyue said coldly: "You forced my dearest relatives to death, do you want to leave in such a safe and sound way? Hmph, it's a beautiful idea. Today, I want you all to stay here to be buried with you. Kill your six sects, let you disappear forever in the rivers and lakes, five protectors, kill, not one will be left behind!"

"Yes!"

A respectful answer came, and the next moment, it was time to kill the five guardians of the Devil's Cult.

The strength of the five protectors of the Devil's Sect has already passed level nine, and now each of them is controlled by elemental power, and the strength of the six sects here is only above level eight.