The devil's favorite upper body: the playful little poisonous concubine

Chapter 489 The Master in the Coffin (2)

There was the rustling sound of clothes rubbing against each other inside the coffin, and a moment later, a withered white hand was suddenly supported by the side of the coffin. That hand was recovering blood at a speed visible to the naked eye, and gradually became normal.

This scene is really jaw-dropping.

Her pupils tightened a little bit, looking at the half body that was slowly raised from the coffin.

Silver-haired Waterfall, the surprise is that the black black robe on his body is not damaged at all, it is brand new, and by the dim candlelight, the face is gradually seen clearly.

Evil, it seems that the whole body can only be described by this word.

The long and narrow eyes were slightly narrowed, the nasal bone was straight and straight, the corners of the small lips were slightly pursed, and the withered white face gradually returned to the blood of a normal person.

The first person he saw happened to be Xie Wanrong, his eyes were full of surprise, his brows frowned, and his silver hanging hair became as black as ink at this moment.

His whole face was full of confusion, like a newborn baby who didn't know anything, not even where he was, stared at Xie Wanrong for a long time.

The syllable came out of the mouth strangely: "Who... are you?"

It was obviously a face full of evil spirits, but it was a little cute.

"My lord!" The man who was standing before suddenly said, the tears in his eyes hadn't dried up, and he knelt down on the ground with a "boom!"

Xie Wanrong glanced at him suspiciously, it seemed that this person was not dangerous, maybe he himself did not know why he would be resurrected.

Since she got the Ganoderma lucidum, she didn't need to stay here, this was the internal affairs of their four major families, and she didn't have the time to intervene.

She walked down the jade steps quickly, and the fire lion leaped into her arms nimbly, and she looked at Qi Jinghuan.

But he found that his deep eyes fell directly on the man in the coffin, his eyes were long and deep, and his brows were almost invisibly frowned.

As if looking at an old friend.

Sensing Xie Wanrong's probing gaze, he withdrew his gaze, his brow still unkempt.

Xie Wanrong is not stupid, but at this place, she didn't ask him, she just said: "I got it, let's go."

Qi Jinghuan nodded, motioning for her to go outside first.

Suddenly a black shadow flashed in front of him, so fast that he couldn't see the speed clearly, and when he raised his eyes, that figure had stopped in front of Xie Wanrong.

It's that man.

Xie Wanrong was slightly startled, his cultivation was not simple.

He stopped Xie Wanrong, and asked the first sentence backwards: "Who am I?"

His long and narrow eyes moved upwards slightly, sizing up Qi Jinghuan, met those lavender pupils, he was stunned for a few seconds, but soon his eyes fell on Xie Wanrong again.

He waited earnestly for her answer.

There was an illusion, as if the man in front of him thought they were together.

Xie Wanrong's lips parted slightly, pointing to the man behind him: "That's the one you want to ask."

After saying that, Xie Wanrong was already embraced by Qi Jinghuan, passing him by.

The man kneeling on the ground sniffed, hurriedly chased after him, and said in a steady voice, "Master Patriarch!"

The man turned his body slowly, confused: "Who am I?"

"Mo Xiu." Mo Tong read these two words respectfully, bowing his head: "Master Patriarch, you will know all this when you return to the Mo family. The Mo family has been waiting for you for a long time."

Mo Xiu's eyes darkened a little, and he said this familiar yet unfamiliar name: "Where are they? Who are they?"

Those two people made him feel familiar.

(End of this chapter)