The wrong host, the evil boss, she is a crazy beauty.

The ink made the disciple who shouted directly shut up: "Don't listen to rumors, this kind of person who confuses the morale of the army should be punished! I swear by ink here, the person who can kill the female devil can succeed me as the next head of Wutai Mountain." "

Jiang Mi took some time to chop down those brainless 'dumplings', and then intercepted the big bags and small bags of Mo in the ink hall.

Jiang Mi's long sword broke the package before the ink could be put into the storage bag, and the gold, silver and jewelry were scattered all over the ground, she smiled playfully, and a cold voice sounded: "Master Mo, you really love fame and money!"

suddenly lost five thousand years of mana, and when he fought against the ink, he was not as effortless as Zhong Xuze, but there was still a unilateral crushing, and two tricks dug out his spiritual root.

Jiang Mi's blood-stained hand was suspended by a single spirit root that had been grafted three times, and she looked at the ink with a meaningful sneer in her eyes: "I heard that the head of the Mo family has no chance to have an heir, and the first lady once gave birth to four sons for the head of the Mo family, unfortunately three of them died early and one disappeared, so the first lady became ill with excessive grief and died in a few days."

Fifteen days later, in order to commemorate the relationship between the first lady and the first wife, the head of Mo included the first lady's own sister into the room, and it was rumored that the head of Mo loved the first wife deeply, and refused to give the current lady a child. "

Hahaha... I see, you've done too much of a bad thing, and you can't give birth to it!But Master Mo, I really appreciate you more and more!Tut-tut~ The Shen Huanran who dug up my spiritual root and changed his face shouldn't be the son you disappeared!

" When Mo heard her mention Shen Huanran, his pupils shrank slightly, and he stood up holding his abdomen: "Female devil, return the spiritual root to me, and I'll give you what you want." He

couldn't care about anything else, because the spiritual root in Jiang Mi's hand was his life's work, and it must not be destroyed like this.

Jiang Mi found a comfortable position and sat down, his palms raised slightly, his eyes staring at the spiritual root in his hand, and he seemed to be a little interested: "Okay! Not

long after, Ink came over with a box, and the treasure of Wutai Mountain was lying quietly.

After Jiang Mi confirmed the contents, the ink closed the lid of the box and held it firmly in his arms: "We will give things to each other at the same time."

Jiang Mi didn't care about the defense of the ink, she took the lead in sending the spiritual root into the air, and the ink slowly sent the box in his hand over, his eyes shining and staring at his spiritual root. The urgency and madness on his face became more and more intense as Linggen approached.

Soon, the spiritual root reached his hand, and the inkblot's eyes widened in surprise, and it was the kind of ecstasy that was lost and regained.

Jiang Mi put away the treasure and smiled evilly:

"Master Mo's life is also a miracle, in order to improve his cultivation step by step, marry the Bao clan with a special natural bloodline (can be fused with all bloodlines), and then hit the idea on his own bloodline, good strategy!"

The people who were immersed in joy didn't hear what Jiang Mi was saying at all, and suddenly, with a bang, the spiritual root held in the palm of the ink hand shattered into flashing ashes...

"No—my Spiritual Root!ah—"

Inkblot shouted as he went crazy as he reached out and grabbed it in the air.

Jiang Mi's reaction when she looked at the ink was even more evil, and she leaned back with a smile: "Hahahaha... In order to celebrate the deep love between you and Mrs. Xian, I have lit a cluster of fireworks for you, Master Mo, you see, your spiritual root is now shining with a little light flying in the air, how beautiful!".