Devil Emperor, he exploded

Chapter 155 You Are Not Mo Beichen
"Aren't you Mo Beichen?"

Although it was a question, there was no doubt in the tone.

This man was not Mo Beichen.

If it were him, he wouldn't look at her with such strange eyes.

"who are you?"

The man slightly hooked his lips, "Who am I, you don't know?"

Just as Jun Qingge was about to say something, her waist tightened suddenly, and she fell into a cold embrace.

"boom--!"

There was a loud noise, and looking again, a deep hole was smashed out where she was standing just now!
Mu Ning over there saw that the plan was not going to work, so he circulated his spiritual energy again, and several thunderbolts fell from the sky!

All of a sudden, the ground was shaken and roared!

The man wrapped his iron arms firmly around her, jumped lightly, and stood on the top of the pavilion.

The thunder and lightning came in an instant, and under the powerful coercion under the hood, Jun Qingge felt her palms slightly wet, and her body tensed up with a strong sense of crisis.

"Why are you so tense?"

The iron arms around his waist tightened slightly, the man flicked his sleeves lightly, and the lightning and thunder vanished in an instant!

It's really just a matter of waving your hand!
All the lightning strikes disappeared without a trace!As if it had never been there!
This scene is too weird.

So much so that Jun Qingge thought she was hallucinating, and she didn't recover for a long time.

Mu Ning couldn't believe it even more, "No, it's impossible..."

Looking at the man standing high on the roof, his indifferent gaze was like looking down on a humble ant. He was so frightened that he sat down on the ground!
The man stretched out his hand slowly, his slender fingertips were carved like ice sculptures.

It was just such a simple movement, but Mu Ning felt that there was an invisible hand tightly pinching his neck.

His eyes turned white, and his eyes were full of horror.

The white fingertips moved slightly, as if a sign, and the next second, there was only a crisp sound under the silent night.

That voice was so horrifying that it made one's hair stand on end.

Then, Jun Qingge saw Mu Ning's neck drooping at the side at a strange angle, and fell to the ground with a bang, and there was no more movement.

The night fell silent again.

But Jun Qingge couldn't calm down at this moment.

A spirit king, the number one expert in Anliang country, has no strength to resist in front of this man? !

That is the Spirit King!It's not Chinese cabbage!This man killed him without breaking a sweat!
Who is he? !

Is he... really the Mo Beichen she knew?

"What do you think?"

A man's low voice came from above her head, and then a slender fingertip raised her jaw.

Jun Qingge met those deep eyes, and instantly had the illusion of being swallowed by them.

"Your Excellency looks a lot like a friend of mine..."

The man raised his eyebrows slightly, "The seventh prince, Mo Beichen?"

Jun Qingge was surprised, "You know? Who are you?"

The corner of the man's mouth curled up slightly, and his beautiful face slowly approached, "Who am I, you really don't know?"

It is clearly the same face, but why does it exude a completely different breath?
The person in front of him is him, but not him.

Jun Qingge would not believe that there are two people who look exactly alike in the world, so, is this person really Mo Beichen?

"Go down."

The man hugged him and floated down, suddenly a white light flashed in front of his eyes, after Jun Qingge came back to his senses, he saw the man's hand pinching Zhizhi's head.

The creaking sound was full of panic, as if he had a natural fear of the man in front of him.

"It's my contract beast, don't hurt it!"

"Oh? Your contract beast?"

Jun Qingge was anxious, for fear that he would really hurt Zhizhi.Quickly grabbed his wrist, "Let go of it! It can't breathe!"

Anxiously, Jun Qingge didn't realize that her tone was unceremonious at this time, even with a hint of order.

After the initial surprise, the man's eyes returned to deepness.

When looking at the whiteness of a woman's wrist, his eyes narrowed.

(End of this chapter)