Chapter 301 Bitter Lal! [Please support!]

Qimo coldly looked at the man in colorful clothes with a pale face. His eyes were full of vigilance, shaking the water beads on his body, secretly mobilizing his spiritual power, and a faint chill slowly overflowed on his body.

And such a discovery made the man in colorful clothes have a little trembling fingers, and his lips become pale because of the appearance of Zimo.

Is it a divine cultivation?

The demons in this cold pool have come to the cultivation of gods?!

Looking at the living and cold 'human-shaped dragonfly' presented in front of him, the indifferent eyes, the invisible overflowing pressure that makes them irresistible (psychological effect...) The man in colorful clothes couldn't help swallowing his saliva and only felt that his throat was dry.

"Cough, that... That..."

The man in colorful clothes was completely panicked by the appearance of Qi Mo, a 'devil'.

Mimi Buddha's! There is no way not to panic! What about the peak demon of this TM?! Mom, don't play like this, will you be upgraded to Huashen in less than half a year?! Why don't you let people live!

At this time, the colorful man's heart was full of tears, and his heart was chaotic. The poor child was scared by the 'Senior of Huashen'....

Zimo's expression was motionless. He was not a fool. When the man in colorful clothes exclaimed the word 'Hushen', Qi Mo understood that the strange and ugly-looking guy in front of him misunderstood his identity, but this also followed Zimo's intention.

Previously, at the bottom of the pool, Qi Mo had been recovering from his injury. During this period, he also felt that someone had come here. At the last moment, the little guy Longlong also grabbed a demon core that he did not recognize and swallowed it.

Although Qimo's injury has basically recovered and is in good condition, he naturally found that the person in front of him is not from Aoki Sect. If it is not necessary, he also does not want to fight with the person in front of him. In that case, it may not only attract Aoki Sect and Dark Warcraft, and Qi Mo also sensed that there was a strong threat in this guy, instinctively, and Zimo didn't want to play with him.

Seeing Chimo's cold eyes and expressionless face, the man in colorful clothes was even more flustered. Now he not only has no bold idea in his heart, but also keeps praying that the 'senior' must not be angry.

Mimita Buddha... Mimi Buddha... Bless the 'demon senior' in front of you and don't be angry....

He said a few words in his heart, and the man in colorful clothes straightened his expression. The original chaotic mood in his heart was somewhat rationalized. At least, he knew what he needed to do most at present.

"Senior, the younger generation is ignorant. I don't know that the senior is here. The younger generation apologizes to the senior."

The man in colorful clothes dusted his sleeves and respectfully bowed to Zimo.

I have never said that in the face of life and dignity, I must choose my life without any hesitation. Well, I am obeying my teacher's order, not cowardly, not cowardly...

After saying that, the man in colorful clothes lowered his head and kept comforting himself in his heart.

Qimo looked at the man in colorful clothes with a smile, his eyes narrowed slightly, and his body floated in mid-air without moving.

The air condensed slightly.

Zimo's performance made the colorful man sweat coldly and a silent depression, making him feel extremely depressed.

"Masame, refined monsters are really not easy to deal with..."

The man in colorful clothes was extremely anxious, and Zimo's silent and smiling look made his back chill.

"Senior, the younger generation took the liberty to disturb you. If the younger generation knows the mistake, please raise your hand and forgive the younger generation once."

The man in colorful clothes bent his waist and said sincerely.

There was no response, but what made the colorful man's heart tremble was that the cold on the body of the 'Senior Huashen' became stronger and stronger.

This discovery made it cold all over.

Sneakly looked up, and a trace of confusion flashed in the eyes of the colorful man. He knew that the monster could speak after reaching the spiritual level, but the senior had been silent, and his heart was extremely puzzled during this period.

It's okay or not, you should say something! I'll do it! Put on a cool pose here!

Of course, this guy can only think about this in his heart. Naturally, it is impossible to say it.

....... I don't dare to borrow their courage...

He swallowed again and gritted his teeth. The man in colorful clothes said again, "Senior, the younger generation is Lal, the first disciple of Kaishan under the door of the 'Poison King'. The younger generation is rude to disturb this time. Please give the younger generation a chance to make up for it."

The face of the man in colorful clothes was full of bitterness. At this time, he was also risking himself. He also knew that his original motivation was not good and wanted to kill the demon. Originally, the 'senior' did not care about it, but he did not know the high or low here again and again, and finally annoyed the 'senior'.

You deserve it! I'll do it! Lal, Nimei, you are a bitch!

The man in colorful clothes really wants to slap himself a few times. Isn't this a bitch...

Of course, if he knew that Qi Mo was healing at the bottom of the pool, and would he still have such thoughts when this so-called 'senior' was just a guy at the beginning of the teacher level...

At this time, the man in colorful clothes has no choice, and he can only say what others can do. After all, this 'senior' has not solved himself, which means that there is still a chance for things to turn around!

"Gun over your life and blood."

Zimo pondered for a moment, changed his voice, and said slightly hoarsely.

What?!

Suddenly, Qi Mo's words made the man in colorful clothes raise his head and look at Qi Mo in shock.

The essence of life?!

In an instant, the expression of the man in colorful clothes changed greatly.

You should know that the essence blood of a practitioner is the lifeblood of a practitioner. If you hand over your own essence blood, unless the cultivation is higher than the person who controls you, you will be bound and controlled by it for the rest of your life.

What Qi Mo said made the face of the man in colorful clothes uncertain. Looking at Qi Mo's cold eyes without any emotion, his heart turned upside down.

"Call..."

Exhaling heavily, the colorful man clenched his fists, and the momentum in his body was secretly mobilized, as if he wanted to take action at any time.

"Huh?!"

In this regard, Qi Mo's eyes narrowed, and the coldness on his body deepened a little again.

This move made the man in colorful clothes loosen his fists, and a feeling of decadent surged into his heart. Looking at Qi Mo's eyes was extremely sad.

Nima... I still dare not do it...

Lal's eyelids are slightly shrug.

However, it still did not follow what Qi Mo said and handed over its own blood, because once it was handed over, its fate could not be controlled by itself! At that time, he will be a puppet controlled by others.

Thinking of this, Lal's intestines are full of regret, and his heart is complaining about why he wants to take a nap, why he wants to slip out, why... Well, why did Nima's master become a god!!!

"No! This 'senior' has never done anything. Why? Could it be..."

Suddenly, Lar's eyes lit up in a moment, and what had been ignored before was sounded by him.

It seems that the guy in front of him has never really shown his cultivation! Besides, isn't the monster extremely unreasonable? In addition, in order to have the essence of life and blood, do you still need the blood of an ant at the top of my master?!

I have to say that sometimes, this is how the world plays with people. At this juncture, Lal's head is so suddenly enlightened.

After these thoughts emerged, the fear in Ralph's heart slowly disappeared, replaced by a strong suspicion.

Wo!

He stared straight at Qi Mo, and his heart was full of courage and did not follow Qi Mo's words.

Naturally, Zimo also sensed Lar's mentality, but since he almost succeeded before, there is no reason to add another fuel for this!

There is a strange curvature at the corners of the mouth.

"Hmm!"

With a cold hum, Zimo's figure suddenly disappeared from the same place.

"Why, doubt my strength?"

Behind Lar, Zimo's cold words sounded faintly.

“......”

In an instant, Lal's body was stiff and the expression on his face was frozen. His eyes stared, as if he had been extremely frightened!

"Gu..."

He swallowed a mouthful of saliva dryly, and Lar's heart was in a miserable mess.

Ma Ma! Teleportation!!!

This... This is the sign of the strong god!

de de de de

Lal's teeth began to collide up and down, making a flat sound without a sense of rhythm.

Slowly turned his head. When Lal saw Zimo's smiling expression, his face was worse than crying.

"Roar!!!"

When Lal just turned his head, suddenly, in Zimo's body, an extremely pure dragon roar sounded angrily.

Dong!

When the dragon roar sounded, Lar collapsed instantly and fell directly to the ground.

Lal wants to cry!

Lal really wants to cry at this time!

Crying!

Don't play like this!!!

Longyin?! I sell cakes! Jiaohua Dragon?! Is it the strong man who surpasses the gods?!

You should know that although Jiao can make a dragon-like roar, some people with real inheritance can still accurately distinguish their differences. The cultivation in the divine period is the extreme of Jiao. Lal is sure that it is definitely not made by Jiao!

So... There is only one possibility....

In an instant, Ralph's eyes suddenly changed!

All previous fears, dissatisfactions, fears, and horrified doubts have dissipated!

"Wow haha!! A strong man who surpasses the teacher's rank!!! Unexpectedly, he was touched by me, and he didn't kill me, just collected his own blood! This... This... Blessed by Mimida Buddha! I, Lar, are going to develop!!! Haha!!"

When he thought that he might be a real super strong man in front of him, Lal's eyes were full of fiery light!

Wh!

In Zimo's slightly stunned eyes, Lal, who was paralyzed on the ground, quickly climbed up, and in the middle of his eyebrows, a drop of blood flashing with a faint colorful light slowly floated out...

“.....”

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