The Devil Concubine: The Lady of the Divine Doctor

Chapter 149 Mutation 7
After handing Dongfang Yan to Ling'er, Mo Wushuang walked towards Tu Muyu.

At this time, there were only two men in black left on the field.

Throwing away the corpse in his hand in disgust, Tu Muyu licked his lower lip bloodthirstyly, staring at the remaining two with hawk-like eyes, as if saying: Whose turn is it this time?
Just when Tu Muyu was about to make a move, a figure rushed towards the two men in black faster than him, much faster than Tu Muyu.

Before the two men in black even realized what was going on, Mo Wushuang grabbed their necks and pressed them against the wall.

"Shuang'er...you..." Tu Muyu, who was approaching, called out, but he didn't know where to start.

She looks so abnormal, she looks a little irritable, not at all like her usual calm.

Mo Wushuang clasped the neck of a man in black with one hand, and the strength in his hand gradually tightened.

Her strength was well controlled, so that they would not strangle them to death in the blink of an eye, and let them personally experience the feeling of slowly walking towards death.

However, every time the man in black felt that he was about to suffocate, Mo Wushuang let go of his hand again, allowing them to breathe.

I don't know what method Mo Wushuang used. Even though the men in black breathed with all their strength, the speed at which the air entered their bodies did not accelerate at all.

What a person who is extremely hypoxic needs most is to inhale oxygen immediately, but if the carbon dioxide exhaled by oneself is not directly proportional to the oxygen inhaled, you will find that the feeling is a hundred times more painful than suffocating you.

Psychological torture is often much better than physical torture.

Mo Wushuang repeated three times like this, making the two men in black who had only wanted to die fear death—no, it should be said that they were afraid of the sense of death given by Mo Wushuang.

With a flick of his hand, he threw the two men in black on the ground like trash. Seeing them gasping for breath, Mo Wushuang didn't even bother to give them a sympathetic look.

"Who are you?" Mo Wushuang asked seeing that the two seemed to have regained some strength.

This question caused the two of them to frown slightly, as if there was an unspeakable secret.

"Don't say it?" Mo Wushuang raised his eyebrows, "I have hundreds of ways to get you to speak, but if I need to force you, it's not as simple as that."

Hearing this, the two of them were shocked, and they looked at each other tacitly, as if they were thinking about who to speak.

"I'm……"

The man who just said two words suddenly fell to the ground.

Taking a closer look, the dead man in black had a long arrow with seven-color feathers stuck in his chest.

According to Mo Wushuang's visual inspection, the long arrow directly passed through the heart of the dead man in black, killing him with one shot, not even a drop of blood flowed out.

It seems that this person is a master at using arrows, I am afraid that his cultivation base is also very high!At least, she couldn't feel where the man was.

And the other man in black who was still alive, when he saw the long arrow with seven-color feathers pierced on his companion, his face turned pale as lacquer, and he seemed to be quite frightened!

Judging from the reaction of the man in black, Mo Wushuang can conclude that the man in black must know the owner of this arrow, maybe he is their leader.

Mo Wushuang turned to look at Tu Muyu, and asked, "Can you know where he is?"

Tu Muyu shook his head and said, "The cultivation base is higher than mine, so I can't feel it."

Hearing this, Mo Wushuang turned his gaze to the direction of the optical network cage, thought for a moment, and said, "Get out of here immediately."

"What about him?" Tu Muyu pointed to the frightened man in black on the ground and asked.

"He can't live." Mo Wushuang didn't think that if the man killed one man in black, he would leave another.

"Ok?"

Before Tu Muyu realized the meaning of Mo Wushuang's words, he heard a muffled groan, and when he looked over, he saw that the man in black who was still slumped on the ground had collapsed on the ground lifeless.

A seven-color feather arrow was stuck in his heart, and his death was exactly the same as that of the man in black before.

"Go!" Mo Wushuang shouted in a low voice.

Then, he rushed to the boy at a very fast speed, pulled him away and ran out of the town.

Almost at the moment when Mo Wushuang started to move, Tu Muyu also followed her steps and pulled Ling'er and Dongfang Yan who didn't know what happened.

Their speed was very fast, even with the three of them on board, they were still as fast, but after only a few steps, they were stopped by a man in black who suddenly appeared.

The man in black was wearing a black cloak with many intricate patterns tattooed on it. The ghost mask on his face blocked most of his features, only his lips were exposed.

He held a bow that was shining with colorful light in his hand, revealing his identity.

The seven-color feather arrow that shot the two men in black to death was made by him.

"Where does the young master want to go?" The words were as cold as ice spit out from the black-clothed mouth. Although he called the young master, there was no trace of respect.

Pulling the boy's arm, Mo Wushuang clearly felt the boy's strangeness.

Since the appearance of the man in black, his body has been in a tense state. Rather than saying that he is nervous, it is better to say that he is holding back something.

After a long time, the young man suddenly raised his hand to remove Mo Wushuang's hand holding his arm, looked directly at the man in black, and said, "The person you want is me, it has nothing to do with them, let them go."

Hearing this, Ling'er hurriedly shouted: "Brother..."

"Ling'er, shut up!" The boy interrupted Ling'er in a stern tone.

Ling'er was frightened for a moment, biting her lip aggrievedly, not daring to make any more noise.

The man in black was silent, and looked at the boy noncommittally.

Seeing that the man in black was silent, the boy took two steps forward and said again: "Let them go, I'll go back with you."

"My lord's intention is that I want my subordinates to take the young master and miss back." The man in black meant very clearly, not only to take away the young man, but also to take Ling'er away with him.

Hearing this, a killing intent flashed in the boy's eyes, and it was so fleeting that even the man in black didn't notice it.

Suddenly the young man flipped his hand, and a dagger appeared in his hand. He put the dagger against his neck and said, "Let them go, otherwise the only thing you can bring back is a corpse."

The man in black stared directly at the boy with icy eyes, as if he was searching for the credibility of what he said.

How could the boy not understand the meaning of the man in black?

The dagger pressed against the neck pressed into the skin a little, and a trace of bright red blood flowed down the wound, which was extremely coquettish.

At the end, the boy added: "He didn't ask you to bring a corpse back."

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(End of this chapter)