Chapter 36 The Situation Turns Again

"Hmm, no big or small stinky boy," a somewhat cold voice sounded, and then a pale middle-aged man came out of the shadow of the corner of the warehouse.

When Ziyue saw this scene, she was shocked. She didn't expect that she didn't find anyone hiding nearby with her own strength.

However, Mo Greed and Ziyue were not ready to fight at the first time.

Because the middle-aged man who appeared in front of everyone is really too ordinary, as if he is an uncle who grabs a handful on the street, and even the clothes he wears are very ordinary. No matter how you look at it, he looks like a soy sauce.

The silver-haired young man tried to get up, but he was nailed to the ground by Ziyue's sword. He could only look up at the middle-aged man and said, "Bad old man, do you have to wait for your flesh to become ground meat before you appear? Be careful that no one will give you an end when you are old!"

"Bad boy, give me some virtue. If you don't know filial piety, be careful of being struck by lightning!" The middle-aged man walked slowly to the silver-haired young man, held the purple moon's sword in one hand, gently pulled it out, and pulled out the sword.

"Honor? Do you want me to keep my filial piety? The silver-haired young man took a deep breath, and then slowly got up. From his unstable figure, it could be seen that he was not in a good state at this moment.

"I should have drowned you in the toilet." The middle-aged man answered casually, then picked up Ziyue's sword and threw it to Ziyue.

Ziyue carefully took the sword, and her expression became more serious.

"Well..." The silver-haired young man moved his body and put one hand on the middle-aged man's shoulder and said, "Bad old man, I'll go and rest for a while. Don't make it blur the flesh and blood. I have no appetite. I urgently need blood to recover."

"Hmm." The middle-aged man snorted coldly and turned to Mo Gan and others: "I won't investigate who injured my son. Anyway, none of you want to run away. Who is going to be the first to come?"

Mo Cong sat back on the ground weakly. Lan Xin was still healing his wounds with holy light. Although his body was gradually getting better, Mo Cong's mood gradually fell to the bottom.

It's not because the strong momentum of a middle-aged man has exposed his strength or something, but that Mo Cong can't feel a trace of strong temperament from a middle-aged man, but this makes Mo Cong more uneasy.

People are not afraid of being powerful, but afraid of the unknown, because power has a clear concept, and the unknown is unimaginable.

Ziyue held her sword and looked at the middle-aged man quietly. She did not take a preemptive action. Her opponent seemed ordinary, but her hands were all natural and freehand, and there were no flaws.

Suddenly, I don't know when Bai Wei rolled around the back of the middle-aged man and rolled behind the middle-aged man, and the middle-aged man's eyes were still wandering between Mo Gree, Lan Xin and Ziyue, and seemed to have not noticed that she had been copied back.

Bai Wei showed a triumphant smile and rushed directly to the middle-aged man with two thorns.

"Xiao Wei, no!" Ziyue felt bad when she saw this scene and quickly opened her mouth to stop it, but it was obviously too late.

Bai Wei's double thorns accurately hit the left back of the middle-aged man, but at the moment of the hit, Bai Wei felt that she did not seem to have stabbed a person, but a hard diamond.

The next moment, an irresistible force came from the double thorn. The double thorn turned into powder in an instant, and Bai Wei was also pushed out by this huge force and flew back quickly. At this speed, if she hit the wall of the warehouse, I'm afraid Bai Wei would be smashed to pieces in an instant.

At this time, the amulet on Bai Wei's chest once again transformed into a translucent Taiji pattern. The moment Bai Wei hit the wall, she felt as if she had fallen into a soft cotton pile and landed firmly on the ground with the help of cushioning force.

At this time, the middle-aged man slowly turned around and looked at Bai Wei unexpectedly: "You seem to be carrying a very interesting ornament."

At the moment when the middle-aged man turned around, the purple moon moved. She quickly started to take a step forward. Almost at the same time, a purple flame ignited from the foot of the purple moon and surrounded the purple moon in an instant. When the purple flame came to the top of the purple moon's head, the flame under her feet quickly dissipated.

After the flame faded, Ziyue unexpectedly changed into a hot outfit. In addition to wrapping the essential bra and ultra-short skirt, Ziyue had no extra shelter. Her snow-white skin was crystal clear, like mutton fat and white jade, and her perfect figure was matched with such a hot dress. At this moment, the purple moon exudes a fascinating charm.

A pair of huge demon wings suddenly unfolded from the back of the purple moon, and there were two small horns on the top of her head. At this moment, the purple moon is like a witch.

When he saw this scene, Mo Qian's eyes widened in surprise and stared at Ziyue without even blinking.

Lan Xin thought that Mo Gree was scared by the sudden change of Ziyue and said at a loss, "Well, in fact, Ziyue..."

Without Lan Xin's words, two blood flowed down Mo Greed's nostrils: "39-2439...the best..."

"Uh..." Lan Xin looked at Mo Greed and was speechless for a moment.

Ziyue jumped gently with a sword in her hands and spread her wings to glide towards the middle-aged man, obviously intending to take the lead with explosive power and impact.

The middle-aged man's eyes still fell on Bai Wei, and he slowly raised his hand until Ziyue's sword was less than an inch away from his head.

Almost in the blink of an eye, the middle-aged man gently clamped Ziyue's sword with his index and middle fingers, and his movements were relaxed and freehand, as natural and leisurely as breathing and walking.

Ziyue's look changed. Although this sword is simple, it can almost be said to be a blow that integrates all its strength and simplifies complexity, but this blow has been resolved without even effort.

"It's the first time I've seen the demon daughter from the demon world," the middle-aged man looked at Ziyue carefully, but there was no ** evil in his eyes, but with a little appreciation, just like looking at a work of art: "It seems that the opening of the plane channel doesn't seem to be a bad thing, at least You can see a lot of new things.

Ziyue quickly pulled back the sword and took a few steps back, pulling away from the middle-aged man.

The middle-aged man did not seem to clamp the blade hard, and was also disapproving with the long sword drawn back by Ziyue. At this moment, he was like a cat catching a mouse. He was not in a hurry to kill the prey immediately, but enjoyed the time to tease the prey.

"Old pervert!" The silver-haired young man and Mo Greedy said this sentence at the same time.

"Shut up, you son of a bitch! It was you who said to pay attention to moderation before I weighed it over and over again, otherwise they would have been bombarded to death!" The middle-aged man pointed at the silver-haired young man and shouted.

"From the perspective of genetics, it is better for parents not to call their children rabbits, because it is not good for parents." The silver-haired young man said lightly and was not moved at all.

"Are these two people talking about crosstalk?" Don't think for a speechless way.

The middle-aged man clenched his fist and turned around. Although he was furious, he had no choice but to be angry with Mo Greed and others: "Anyway, just leave a whole body. Then start with this little baby in the demon world and break her wings first!"