Cute little jade rabbit: the fox king wants to hug

Chapter 262
She didn't use her spiritual power or light work, and walked slowly towards a remote path on foot.

Although this road is rugged, no one has chosen it.

At this time, the sun is just right, and the front is visible to the naked eye.

At this time, Mo Anu was wearing a bright red long gown, walking slowly, the pair of big black and white eyes with clear halos shone slightly on his jade-colored face.

Fuck!Almost forgot!

She took out a small porcelain bottle from her bosom, and put two drops of water on her eyes.

Yesterday, she asked Su Ling if there was anything special about the donkey's tears.

He said that her donkey's tears, in addition to being able to see the magic breath, can be seen in a certain period of time after wiping.

Nima, this donkey is so awesome, why didn't I find it earlier?

If he had known earlier, wouldn't he have been able to see Su Ling's big dick?

After wiping, she blushed and opened her eyes wide.

The big eyes are hot and painful,

Fuck!It's not expired...

However, in the next moment, the red eyes really saw it!
In the distance, a black-clothed spiritual practitioner walking to the far left has quietly approached Zhuo Qinglian who was walking in front.

Zhuo Qinglian seemed to be unaware, climbing up quickly.

There is no road on the left side of the mountain, and he climbed up completely relying on lightness kung fu.

The tall woman was like an ape, using both hands and feet, holding a dagger in her hand, and using the strength of the dagger to cut into the stone wall, she climbed up.

The person following behind was as light as a flying swallow, and quietly approached the tall Zhuo Qinglian less than a foot away, stopped his figure, and held his breath to observe.

Mo Anu was startled.

Is this the beginning?

Just started teasing people?

Her eyes were wide open, red eyes, she saw that the tall Zhuo Qinglian did not respond, she was still climbing at her usual speed.

Suddenly, the woman's eyes sharpened and she jumped up, slashing at the back of the woman in front with the long knife in her hand!

However, when the knife in the woman's hand was too late to swing down, she fell straight down the stone wall and fell into the cliff!
Zhuo Qinglian in front of him clasped his dagger on the stone wall, looked down at the spiritual cultivator in black who had already passed away and died under the stone wall, with an indifferent expression, raised his head and climbed up.

Mo Anu withdrew his eyes and narrowed his big eyes slightly.

That person's strength should not be underestimated.

The spiritual power of falling off the cliff was not inferior to her, but now she was killed by one move.

It seems that the dagger in this person's hand is not her weapon, and the killer's weapon is probably the poisonous sleeve arrow hidden in the wide cuff.

The one who just died carelessly was the one who hadn't drunk.

Mo Anu couldn't feel the spiritual power of the assassinated person at all. Could it be that she is not a spiritual practitioner?
On the contrary, the one who fell off the cliff had soaring spiritual power.

However, she never thought that the wine Yi Qing Taoist practiced for them this time was not poisonous wine, but was used to block spiritual power.

If someone without spiritual power drinks it, it won't affect a warrior like Zhuo Qinglian at all.

On the contrary, the deeper the spiritual power, the greater the influence, and the longer the time to block the spiritual power.

And if one tries to force it out with spiritual power, the meridians will be severed and the heart vessels will be damaged, just like a disabled person.

Apparently, the three women with extraordinary spiritual power besides himself who had really drank the poisoned wine just now fell to the ground not far away and were dying on the way out.

Mo Anu looked to the northeast, and a black-clothed spiritual practitioner with a long sword had already dealt with the two of them, and was walking towards the spiritual practitioner who was lying on the ground and waiting to die.

The hand raised the knife and fell, and the head was separated.

Blood stained the boots of the woman in black.

She frowned and stepped on the dead spiritual practitioner, wiped it clean, turned and left.

Mo Anu narrowed his eyes slightly.

Among the ten people, four have died, and there are six people including myself.

Except for the six people who drank alcohol themselves, the other five people did not drink alcohol.

Slightly raised his eyebrows, under the sunlight, the eyes on Mo Anu's jade-colored face were even redder.

She stopped, and bent down to break off the dead branches from the dead bushes at her feet.

After squatting down, tie them with cloth strips, and sweep away the footprints while walking.

(End of this chapter)