She raised the wrong cub

Chapter 267 Give him face
Chi Mo narrowly defeated his ancestor Mingzhu that day.

Be ruthless and take care of him boldly.

At this time, Chi Mo kneeled proudly and straightly in front of Mingzhu and the ten elders.

This is what Zhou Ling saw as soon as she stepped into the lobby.

Chi Mo's brows and eyes were cold and distant, and his whole body looked heartless, like a sharp sword, with a chilling chill.

Mingsuke stood up immediately when he saw Hua Rong and Zhou Ling.

Line up with ten elders, in a state of siege.

"Spirit King!"

Several people shouted loudly and protected Mingzhu behind them.

Chi Mo stood up, and when Hua Rong and Zhou Ling were reflected in his eyes, the indifference gradually faded away, and the shadow of Wei Cheng began to appear.

"Xiao Ling, Hua Rong"

Zhou Ling stepped forward, swept around with force, and found that he only suffered a little skin trauma, and there was nothing serious about it.

"Today is to say goodbye, and by the way compensate for the loss"

Zhou Ling smiled at Chi Mo, took out a copper ring and handed it over.

Mingsuke and the ten elders frowned, the spells and swords in their hands were already clenched tightly.

Chi Mo took it and took a look, his eyes flickered with amazement, then he laughed and returned it to Zhou Ling.

"As the master, I have only one request"

Zhou Ling pursed her lips, unable to speak, Hua Rong stepped forward.

Every step he took silently seemed to be stepping on the hearts of several people.

Her eyes are clear and her lips are pale, her face is jade-like and her hair is black. She is just walking, she is clearly close at hand, but she seems to be far away in the sky.Untouchable, untouchable.

Hua Rong stopped in front of him, a cloud of black mist appeared in his palm.

"Death penalty"

If it wasn't for the brother-sister relationship between Chi Mo and Zhou Ling; if it wasn't for Chi Mo's kindness and kindness towards him.

Just because of the fact that Mingzhu internally and externally wanted to imprison Hua Rong and torture him...

He must die today!
Chi Mo knew that Hua Rong had already given him a lot of face, so he didn't stop him, and he didn't plan to make a move.

As soon as Huarong's voice fell, Mingsuke's pupils shrank suddenly, and he immediately threw out a net to stop him.

The black mist swept over the ten elders and trapped them firmly. The ten old men suddenly turned into ten cocoons and settled in midair.

The black mist formed a large web like a spider's silk, hanging ten cocoons in the air.

Chi Mo was startled and was about to make a move when he heard a muffled roar from the silkworm cocoon:
"Spirit King's atonement! Helping him deserves what he deserves!"

Chi Mo: ...

Withdrawing the sword, his expression was tangled like constipation, and he really wanted not to know them.

Hua Rong dealt with the ten "grasshoppers" casually, but turned a deaf ear to their begging for mercy.

Another wave of hostile black mist shot out, piercing the powerful net of the strong man.

Mingsuke's long white beard fluttered in the wind, and the muscles on his face trembled with fear, making the scar even more terrifying.

Yingying's undulating barrier only resisted the black mist for an instant.

click
In Huarong's cold and numb eyes, the enchantment of the half-immortal's net of heaven and earth shattered little by little...

Completely burst.

"Oh!", "Pfft!".

Mingsuke clutched his heart and backed away again and again, a mouthful of black blood spewed out, and the spiritual power of his internal organs drained away at a rapid rate...

"No! No! No!"

The cultivation base is gone!

Gone!

He is a piece of trash!

This means that his life span is less than a hundred years!
Mingsuke's eyes were wide open, blood and tears flowed red, and blood gushed out of his mouth.

Staggering forward like crazy, trying to grab Hua Rong's sleeve.

From the corner of Hua Rong's eyes, he caught a glimpse of Zhou Ling who was yawning, with his mouth open like a big tabby cat, with tears in his eyes.

The murderous indifference in the air faded instantly.

With a wave of Huarong's sleeve, Mingsuke was thrown flying.

Regardless of whether she was dead or alive, she teleported to Zhou Ling's side, took her hand and squeezed it.

"Sleepy?"

One moment, the method of casually destroying people is creepy, and the next moment he is as docile as a brat to the woman.

　Our little brother ah ah ah ah ah! !

　　
　
(End of this chapter)