Dark King, come pick me up!

Chapter 107 In the half-month trial match, I will take back what belongs to me
Mo Fengye's eyes sank, but a faint breath suddenly came from behind, and the intention to make a move was withdrawn.

Whoa!

An astonishing and fierce momentum swept over, covering the entire street in an instant, rushing mercilessly towards the two people in the middle of the street like a storm breaking through the waves.

However, that astonishing aura perfectly bypassed Mo Fengye as if he had eyes.
"Ahhh-"

There was a shrill scream, and Zhou Yixiang, who had already been devoured by resentment and stabbed Mo Fengye viciously with a dagger in his hand, was just blown away by the sudden terrifying momentum.

The whole body fiercely drew a trajectory in mid-air, and then fell heavily on the ground, followed by a terrible bone cracking sound.

"Wow!"

Zhou Yixiang spat out a mouthful of blood, clutched his chest with difficulty and raised his eyes, his eyes were full of unwillingness and fear, staring at the person standing not far away on the high roof exuding a cold and dark aura man.

In the dense night, the tall and straight figure seemed to be integrated with the surrounding darkness, and the handsome and stern face that swept the world, revealed a chilling, ruthless and terrifying aura.

At this moment, anyone standing within a hundred steps of him would be overwhelmed by his destructive aura and would not dare to take a big breath.

Mo Fengye turned her head, her beautiful eyes were dim, and she quietly looked at the tall man standing on the high roof. The moonlight was shining on his back, so she couldn't see his face clearly, but it was enough to feel the darkness in his deep eyes. dark fire.

Zhou Yixiang clutched her injured chest, stood up staggeringly, desperately urged the spiritual power in her body to wrap it up, this action invisibly aggravated her injury, but Zhou Yixiang couldn't care less, and staggered back.

Feeling the terrifying aura covering the entire street, Zhou Yixiang's whole body couldn't stop trembling, and the spiritual power wrapped around her became like dust under this aura.

At this time, Zhou Yixiang finally believed that what Mu Si said with a sneer before was true.

Behind this little bitch Mo Fengye, there is actually a fifth-level Lingjun powerhouse!
Moreover, it is possible that he was the one who killed Mu Si!
Resentment and viciousness appeared in the bottom of her eyes, containing a deep sense of unwillingness, but what can she do if she is unwilling, with such a huge gap in strength, how can she win against a fifth-level spirit master with such a huge gap in strength? It's a level higher.

Not to mention, she is still seriously injured
Zhou Yixiang bit her lips, her mouth was full of rust, and she stepped back step by step. This feeling of being shrouded in a terrible prison made her go crazy.

No, she must not die here, Ya'er, Huan Ze, Mo's family, she must not lose.

The tall man standing on the roof floated down and walked slowly step by step, but it was like a thunder blasted in Zhou Yixiang's heart, his whole body was staggering, his eyes were bulging, and he was staring at the man's every move.

Mo Fengye watched Zhou Yixiang lose his usual gentleness and elegance, and became extremely miserable and ridiculous. An unknown emotion flashed across his eyes, but he stood in front of the man abruptly.

Mo Qianyan stopped, looked down at the woman's back, her deep eyes became darker and darker.

"You go, I won't kill you right away, but don't violate my bottom line again."

When the cold and heartless words came, Zhou Yixiang was taken aback, and immediately came back to his senses, with great shame and resentment welling up in his heart.

She knew the meaning of Mo Fengye's words very well. Mo Fengye's bottom line was that little bastard and that guard!

It's just that being let go of her words by an enemy is undoubtedly a humiliation to her. A trash dares to say that about her.

"Also." Mo Fengye squinted her eyes, her expression as cold as ice, "Tell Mo Liya, I will get back what belongs to me in the competition half a month later!"

As Mo Fengye's words fell, Zhou Yixiang bit his lips tightly, with hatred and sneer in his eyes.

"Really, Mo Fengye, don't regret it."

In the competition, there were many chances to do things, not to mention that the ancestor of Ling Nanguo would also appear, she did not believe that at that time, Mo Fengye would still be so lucky to let the man behind her help her Get ahead.

You know, it is a test match, and it is related to the existence of the upper plane. Ling Nanguo will never allow anyone to interfere in the test match!
What's more. Mojia, no, just talking about Mo Aotian, he will never allow the Mojia to lose face. A trash who made a big fool of himself in the competition will undoubtedly bring great shame to the Mojia. How to gain a foothold in the imperial capital.

I also know that Mo Aotian will definitely use tricks before Mo Fengye takes the stage to prevent Mo Fengye from taking the stage.

Of course, Zhou Yixiang would not even think about whether Mo Fengye really has the strength, as she said, to snatch back what belongs to her in the competition.

In her opinion, this is nothing more than Mo Fengye's self-deception.

Thinking of this, Zhou Yixiang sneered darkly, glanced at Mo Fengye with disdain, and then glanced at the man behind her with trepidation, dragging his seriously injured body, stumbled and left quickly.

The appearance of leaving was quite ridiculous, as if he was afraid that Mo Qianyan would catch up and kill her!
The momentum covering the entire street was withdrawn, Mo Qianyan stared at the back of the woman in front of him with dark eyes, and remained silent. He had already guessed her intentions.

Mo Fengye took a deep breath, her beautiful eyes were slightly cold, looking at Zhou Yixiang's retreating back, she let out a cold light.

Within half a month, she would not kill Zhou Yixiang, but it was enough to make her live in constant panic. After all, she had grasped Zhou Yixiang's fatal weakness, and this kind of panic was not as satisfying as killing her.

But on the contrary, Mo Fengye deliberately wanted to make her unsafe. This kind of panic was far inferior to the pain Mo Fengye's deity had suffered in Mo's house more than ten years ago!
And the trial match half a month later will be the time to end the hatred!
In the competition, she will defeat Mo Liya, take back what should belong to her, and completely break Zhou Yixiang's beautiful fantasy!

People don't offend me, I don't offend people.

However, if someone offends me and violates her bottom line, Mo Fengye will definitely pay back thousands of times!
It's just that the scorching and dark flaming gaze behind her always made her unable to calm down, she clenched her fists slightly, and her beautiful eyes shone slightly.

　The next update will be posted later, it is an indescribable interaction between the hero and the heroine, hurry up and bookmark it hahaha, I am ashamed to beg for comments, rewards and recommendations

　　
　
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