Chapter 83 The Last Evil 2

Mu An laughed, "Baosheng, I tried my best to get Feimo out. Don't you think I haven't made any calculation at all? Baosheng, you are so naive and kind. How can you live freely in this world without me? He looked at the trace department and said, "This man is too weak. Look, there are so many of us. Don't talk about me. Even you, he is not the opponent. The wrist of the Jing family is no worse than that of the Mu family. Can he protect you?

"Are you protecting it? A big joke!" Pointing to Qianxu, "Is this what you call protection? Get someone to take charge of me, and take advantage of it when I'm in a hurry to steal the secret art of the Jing family. Is this how you protect me?

My words touched the fact that Mu An refused to admit it. He looked cold and said, "Baosheng, this person shouldn't be here."

I haven't recovered yet. The trace behind me was suddenly forcibly pulled away from the ground by a powerful force, hit the wall and landed on the ground.

"Jibu!" The heart tightened, as if it had been pinched hard, and it was difficult to breathe.

"Baosheng, that person, and Feimo, who will you choose?" Mu'an smiled warmly and put his hand on Feimo's neck. His purpose was obvious. He didn't want Feimo to become a blood clan like Chrysler. He really wanted to erase Feimo's existence.

I don't hesitate to run to Feimo.

The trace department has been injured by Mu An. According to his character, he will not easily attack a person who has no resistance.

Unfortunately, I misassessed the situation. Mu'an has long been different from the former Mu'an. "Jing Baosheng" would rather die than hand over the secret. In the past few years, he has lost much patience.

He said to Qianxu, "Go and take him," referring to the trace department. "It's solved. I can't let a person who touches my treasure live safely in the world." Throw out the bait, "It's been a long time since you returned to the Mu family. Although the name of the person in charge is temporary, I think you should be able to sit in this seat." If you don't say it, the premise is to solve the trace department.

I have rushed to Feimo's side, kicked away Casanova with a pale face, took back Feimo from Mu'an's hand, and began to check whether he was intact and injured.

Mu An gave the order to Qianxu and let me move. In his eyes, he did not even regard Feimo's life and death as an important thing, although he knew how important Feimo was to me. As long as he feels thatfei mo is an obstacle,fei mo will never greet me alive.

Of course, he chose a more graceful way. As long as Feimo is turned into a blood clan, Feimo will lose the qualification of the Jing family, or even no longer the Jing family. It will only be a matter of time before he lose his cultivation in the Jing family.

In this way, no one can stop him from tying me to escape or other things that disobey Mu'an's will.

Qian Xu walked silently in front of the track and squatted down. I shouted, "If you dare to touch a hair from him, I will never want you to be better. Just try it."

Qianxu was expressionless and did not pay attention to my threat. He pulled out a long knife from his side and held the knife in both hands. The bright blade reflected the proud eyes of the trace. I saw it clearly.

The knife fell and there was no blood, and a few strands of hair in front of the forehead were cut off.

Qian Xu turned around and said, "Okay, the game is over."

Mu'an's face remains unchanged, "Game? Qianxu, do you want to tell me that the Jing family is your real belonging?

Qianxu lifted the bangs on his forehead, revealing his smooth forehead and a dark red cinnabar in the center of his eyebrows. With cinnabar as the center, Qianxu's face began to change. The bones of his face shrank slightly, his nose became more and more heroic, his eye sockets were deep, and there was a little baby fat on both sides of his cheeks. Finally, the cinnabar disappeared.

can only be regarded as a beautiful face.

Compared with Mu'an's dazzling and gorgeous trace, this person's appearance can only be regarded as beautiful, but there seems to be a kind of magic, which makes people unable to move their eyes for no reason.

"I'm really sorry to hide it from the master of the Mu family for so long. I'm in Jing Mingyue. Hello! Good night, Mr. Charlotte.

Mu'an's face can no longer be described as solemn. Although there was not much fluctuation in his eyes, he was angry, and his whole aura changed, which was extremely suffocating.

Jing Mingyue was still saying, "Although it's a little earlier than originally planned, it doesn't matter. Who let my sister care about my future brother-in-law so much? For the sake of my lovely sister, my brother is willing to go through fire and water."

This bastard said, "Nonsense, you are obviously my brother! The one behind you is your brother-in-law!"

Jing Mingyue threw a wink, "Baby, mom clearly said that you were born three minutes and 46 seconds later than me."

Damn it!

Even if I was born later than you, it's your sister!

Jing Mingyue and I were still fighting, and Mu An and the others began to move. Mu'an aimed at Jing Mingyue. I think so. No one has ever calculated him like this. After staying under his eyelids for so long, he didn't notice it at all. It's more than a great shame!

Casanova dares not fight against me holding Feimo. His goal is very simple, that is, there is no resistance there. And Kleisman, at all, did not hesitate to attack me directly.

Unfortunately, their calculation sounded. Before the claws stretched out by Kreisman fell on my head, they were blocked by a halo that appeared beside me and Feimo. The hand that touched the light made a buzzing sound and should be burned.

I smiled proudly at Cler, "How about the Marquis of Charlotte? Does it taste good?"

Chrysler retreated, checked the injury, and ignored me.

The shrewd and Mu'an have fought.

Casanova has buckled the neck of the trace. Under his hands, the trace can only be mermaid meat. But he didn't do it. He dragged the trail to me and stopped a meter away from the halo. He said in a low voice, "Exchange. Give me back Feimo and I won't kill him."

I said, "You know that Feimo will definitely not become a blood clan. Why did you go against his will? If you love him so much, I'd rather solve you now than see you again.

Casanova sneered, "Now our chips are almost the same. As long as you return Feimo to me, I will hand over your little lover intact. You don't have to worry about Feimo's affairs."

"Real? - Be careful!" I screamed with fear, and I couldn't care about any demeanor - the secluded wood that had been standing still in the corner suddenly became distressed, and the sharp nails went straight to the throat.

I shouted and didn't let Jing Mingyue turn back. He can let go of the trace department, but he will never save him. Jing Mingyue has always only appreciated the strong.

"So you're not dead yet!" A raging word suddenly appeared in the air, and the quiet wood paused. As soon as he leaned back, a silver arrow flew past his heart and disappeared into his shoulder blades.

Shen Nan singer appeared in the hall with a silver bow and arrow.

Casanova was also annoyed and scolded Youmu, "Who let you do it?"

Youmu did not dare to pull out the arrow on the shoulder blade. He didn't hear Casanova's reprimand and only leaned against the corner of the wall and gasped. The dark red ** winds down the wound and shines on the black cloak.

Chrysman suddenly hummed and fell to the ground. A large area of blood spread on the carpet. He was also hit by an arrow and opened a big mouth on his neck, as if he had opened a second mouth. Shen Nange vomited on Kleisman with a "bang" and said, "What dare you touch my brother? Don't see if you don't deserve it!"

Casanova's face sank.

Shen Nange never knocked Casanova with his eyes. He stood still with his hand stuck on his neck.

"Why don't you let go of the trace department?" Feimo woke up and said quietly, "How much disaster are you going to cause before you are willing to stop?"

Casanova became more and more arrogant, looking at Feimo's eyes with resentment, "What about you, how can you be with me?"

Feimo barely sat up from the coffin, and I held him for fear that he would faint again.

"I can't become a blood clan. You have also seen the glory of the Jing family, and I will never give up. Casanova, don't be obsessed, that is, I can't become a blood clan, and I can be together. Baosheng won't object, will he? Baosheng?"

No objection!

I'm the one who opposes the most, okay?

Although the blood clan has a strong physique and incredible recovery ability, it can't see the light, which is enough to kill all their advantages. The blood clan that only likes mulberry has beauty and temperament. They can't watch the sunrise together or the sunset together. What are the pursuits in life?

However, Feimo's eyes are full of toughness. Even if he is so weak now, I still dare not fight against him. "Yes, yes, as long as you want."

Damn bat, you will be killed by a car when you go out tonight.

Casanova is not ungrateful at all, "Impossible Feimo. We are people of two races, and human beings are just food for us. Don't you Chinese have a saying that your hearts will be different if you are not ours.

Fimo said, "Do you mean me or you?"

Casanova stopped talking.

Feimo continued, "If it's you, I don't think I need to become a blood clan. If it were me, Casanova, I wouldn't know that you didn't trust me so much. The most important thing is that the tone is getting more and more condensed.

I wink at Shen Nange, and I can't stand it anymore.

Shen Nange waved his hand, indicating that there was nothing he could do. Fei Mo stared at him. Who dared to touch his people?

We are still confronting each other. There was a loud noise on Jing Mingyue's side, and a wall was blown up. The stone dust made Jing Mingyue and now look like climbing a hole on the ground.

Feimo burst up and slapped Casanova in the face. Shen Nange quickly grabbed the trace department. I anxiously went forward to see if the trace department was injured. I remember that when Mu'an threw the trace on the wall, it seemed that the trace vomited blood. Will it hurt the internal organs?

Shen Nange rarely cooperated with me. While checking the trace department, he took out the medicine from his pocket and poured it into the trace department after being diagnosed.

It has been clamped by Casanova for too long, and the mind of the trace is a little unclear.

However, Casanova was slapped to the ground by Fimo, which was very relieved.

The trace slowly regained consciousness. When he saw me, he didn't say much and closed his eyes. I only thought that he was pinched too hard by Casanova and did not recover.

Suddenly, a powerful force dragged me back. When I came to my senses, I had been restrained by the secluded wood.

I burst into tears. I was so anxious just now that I forgot to defend. Unexpectedly, I was exploited by Youmu. Wasn't he injured by Shen Nange?