Mu poured his eyes condescendingly, and said: "So you can accept it, if you are still not convinced, this girl doesn't mind practicing it with blood today, after all, the road dyed red is gorgeous enough, isn't it?"

She looked around until no one dared to look into her eyes.

It's just a cold, noble and prickly poisonous rose, which makes people dare not even look at it from a distance.

These words are arrogant, extremely arrogant, and they are simply unsightly.

Huang Zishan was suppressed, how could she speak, but her eyes were vicious, unwilling, resentful, and reddened.

Mu poured affection, but they all ignored it, and didn't care.

Since Mo Yanyue let her stand up, why should she be too humble?

She wants everyone to be afraid of her, to be afraid of her.

Don't they all say that she is vicious, ruthless, bloodthirsty and murderous?

So what if she's like that?

She never cared what other people were looking like.

As long as she is worthy of her own heart, what does other people's arrogance have to do with her?

In the face of absolute strength, those who are only humble are very.

Mo Yanyue raised her eyebrows and looked at Master Bertone, with a hint of approval in her eyes.

Those who can insist on being themselves, see through clearly, not be swayed by other people's words, and adhere to their own heart and nature can get the way!

The disciples were already silent, but now they didn't dare to speak falsely.

Who are they?

The master is the chief pill pharmacist of the Qinglong Sect, and he is the spiritual root of the whole system, and now he still has the love of the sect master, even if he is frustrated in love, it is not something they can discuss.

Just because people don't care doesn't mean they don't know.

Now isn't this just giving them prestige!

Everyone has a pole scale in their hearts.

In short, from this day on, many rumors about Mu Qingqing's love in Qinglongmen have been suppressed.

Of course, there are a few people who are not afraid of death, or who hate Mu Yuanqing, such as Huang Zishan and the like.

But there are few people who are in the same boat.

The episode was fleeting and did not take up much time, but it did arouse the interest of one person.

Mo Wuxian was watching Mu Cheng's performance from beginning to end, and his nature became more and more intense.

In terms of strength, he is definitely a demon!

I think he has superior qualifications, and his talent can also be called upstream, and he can only stand first among his disciples after working hard since he was a child.

I don't want such a girl who has only been cultivating for a few years, but she is really more powerful than the little demon who has cultivated.

The afterlife is terrifying, which makes him feel quite a sense of crisis!

But this is how it can be more and more like before.

If there is no chase, where will he get the motivation to move forward?

Besides, this Mu girl seems to be fierce and spicy, but in fact, she is not a star better than those vulgar fans he has seen.

How to say it.

She lives a very real life.

It's a rarity.

Many people live with masks.

Whether it is hypocrisy, flattery, imitation, in short, in order to achieve certain goals, it is not allowed to do things that you don't like, and cater to people you don't like or like too much.

It's hard for someone to live her true self like she does.

This alone made him want to make friends.

Mu poured affection, lowered his eyes and looked at the person who was suppressed and kneeling on the ground, and said indifferently: "If you really hate me or want to kill me, then you can work hard! ”

I don't know how much Huang Zishan can listen to today's exhortation.

However, Mu is definitely full of kindness, but the enemies or opponents who are too unchallenging make her not interested in the slightest, but from time to time they jump out like flies to disgust her.

It was a rather unpleasant feeling.

A farce didn't take much time to end.

A group of people finally embarked on the road to the Xiqi Junji Mountain System.

Qinglongmen Lookout.

Betten patted Mu Yinqing lightly and comforted: "Go back, don't cry and hurt your body." ”

Mu Yinqing raised her eyes, sobbing slightly, her clear eyes were slightly red, and she nodded obediently.

The departed person will eventually leave, she is worried but does not want to add the slightest burden to the fifth sister.

It's just a lifetime.

Her fifth sister's fate has had too many twists and turns, I just hope that God can have mercy and favor in the future!

People who have long run their aura and gone away do not know the thoughts of the people on the mountain peak, or they know it, but they have a reason to leave.

It's night.

Since that day, Situ Moran, who had never been able to hold back and secretly came to see Mu Qianqing, couldn't help but miss it.

He knew that the two had long been separated by a world of difference, and he was afraid that it would be difficult to continue the front edge in this life, but his heart could not be controlled, and he was more and more worried.

Finally, in the middle of the night a few days later, the old trick was repeated, but I didn't want to pounce.

Under the mask, it was impossible to see what his expression was when the bed was empty.

It's just that it comes and goes quickly.

Not even the wind was alarmed, as if it had never appeared.

The man sitting on the upper seat, took off the silver mask, a demonic face was shocked, the purple eyes flowing in the starry sky were like a ghost, inhaling people into it, making people intoxicated and unable to extricate themselves, and the original white face climbed with the mark of a bloodthirsty demon Ye Manzhu Shahua.

Not horror, but dementors.

Evil charms and demons are not feminine.

A pot of turbid wine, a body of dust, the person who thinks of it, is nowhere to be seen.

He didn't want to be involved in right and wrong, but it backfired.

The heart is moving, the past is recalled, it is close at hand, but the flow of time can never be traced back.

Since the fall of the demon, he often tosses and turns, difficult to sleep, and his girl's past vividly, the residual temperature can still be savored, people can't be in the arms.

In fact, he has no regrets in the past, but it's a pity that he can't be by the girl's side.

Knowing that approaching is to provoke the girl, knowing that staying away is the best choice for the girl, but he can't let go of what he thinks in his heart.

Situ Moran sat in front of the table, half-squinting starry eyes, and a pot of turbid wine had already been drunk.

He drank very well, but he seemed to have sinned, but the pain in his heart was still not numb.

Finally, he smashed the cup in his hand hard, and said coldly: "Dark night, you go to check, go find out Miss Mu's traces......"

But in the end, he became more and more lacking in confidence, and his voice became softer and softer.

But how could the dark night, which had been guarding the sidelines, not heard.

He stepped forward to salute and turned around and disappeared into the night, completely leaving no room for Situ Moran to regret it.

Because Situ Moran had looked for him many times before, but after all, he ordered not to go.

Finally, he couldn't watch his prince torture himself like this.

Situ Moran wanted to stop his hand in the void, but there was no trace of the dark night below.

He smiled sadly and gloomily, picked up the new cup sent by the guard, and said with a foolish smile: "Look, how wretched is this king now, he can't even look at the dark night, but this king can't look for her, can't, and doesn't deserve it~~!"

After speaking, he covered his face with the palm of his hand, and a teardrop ran through his fingers and smashed on the jade ground.

The voice in the empty hall was very clear.

On the other hand, Mu and his followers also chose a place to prepare to be stationed and rested.

Not everyone has a constant supply of Reiki.