The daily life of the devil's wife

Chapter 474
After saying that, the old man turned around like a hurricane, switching the target to Zhuo Hao.

His lips moved slightly, silently reciting the magic spell.

Seeing that he had finally changed his target, Jun Moli raised the corner of his mouth slightly. Taking advantage of his magical meditation, he quickly attacked his face with the thousand-year-old black ice in his left hand. Attacked at the heart.

"Tear..."

"what……"

The sound of the sharp weapon passing through the flesh, accompanied by the screams of the old man, spread to everyone's ears.

They stared and saw Jun Moli standing in front of the old man, less than an arm's length away.

Her left hand was blocked by the old man, but her right hand was buried in his chest. The dark red blood dripped down her wrist drop by drop, and bloomed on the ground.

"you……"

The old man's eyes widened, and he looked at Jun Moli in disbelief.

He never dreamed that, as a magister, he lost to a girl who looked no more than sixteen or seventeen years old.

Meeting his surprised eyes, Jun Moli raised the corners of his mouth slightly, smiling like a demon walking out of hell.

She turned her back to Zhuo Hao and everyone in the inn, except for the old man opposite, no one saw the smile on her face.

Otherwise, anyone who reads it will feel the same as the old man, feeling numb in the back.

"Wrong...the old man is wrong, wrong..."

Looking at her for a moment, the old man's initial shock gradually turned into sadness.

If he had seen the smile on the girl's face before, he would not have dared to despise her like this.

Withdrawing his hand, Jun Moli's palm was stained with blood.

The old man's body lost its support, and with a "plop", he fell straight backwards.

"died?"

In the inn, everyone looked at the old man's body in disbelief, and no one dared to take a step forward.

Except for Jun Moli and Zhuo Hao, no one can be sure whether the elder of the Yinyue family is really dead.

Looking down at the old man lying in a pool of blood, Zhuo Hao couldn't bear to squint his eyes, and hastily looked away.

He walked quickly to Jun Moli, took out a brocade handkerchief from his arms, and handed it to her: "Miss Jun."

"No, just go back to the inn and wash your hands later." Kneeling down, Jun Moli took a magic wand from the old man's hand. He didn't hand it to Zhuo Hao, but quickly put it into the ring .

Passing Zhuo Hao's side, Jun Moli walked quickly towards the inn without saying a word.

She doesn't hate killing people, but she really hates the feeling of blood on her hands. If she had no choice, she would not use this trick.

Watching her walk into the inn, Zhuo Hao looked down at the magic wand in his hand, and finally put it away.

Everyone in the inn saw that Jun Moli had returned to the inn safely, and that the elder of the Yinyue family hadn't gotten up from the ground for a long time, and they were even more curious.

Among them, a man who was a bit more courageous stepped forward and tentatively kicked the old man's leg.

Seeing that he didn't respond, he squatted down and raised his hand to touch his nose.

"Dead... dead, really... really dead!"

Withdrawing his hand like a hurricane, the man was so frightened that he fell to the ground.

When the others heard his words, they also came out, and sure enough, they saw the old man lying motionless on the ground, his face was pale and lifeless.

"Look, there is a hole in his chest!"

Hearing this, everyone immediately looked at his chest.

(End of this chapter)