This old man must be jealous of his talisman just now, it seems that he is not really that weak. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

Ao Ling'er instantly felt that the lost confidence had returned.

"Dead old man, don't think I don't know what you're hapting, look at your obscene appearance, I feel disgusted when I see it"

In the end, Ao Ling'er still felt like this to talk to him, dragging him, giving herself a little respite.

The old antique who has lived for so long, if he can't even understand this little trick, Mo Wurui's murderous and treasure-grabbing business may not be able to continue.

It's better to go home and farm happily.

There was a hint of banter in his eyes, like a cat-and-mouse habit resurfaced in his mind.

In the past, when he hunted and killed those weak, he would always use cat and mouse to catch them, and he could easily kill them.

But always when he is about to catch it, give him a glimmer of life, let it escape, and catch it back, until in the end, the mouse is played to death by itself.

Ao Ling'er suddenly felt a cold swishing behind her, turned around, and found that there was nothing, so she turned her head here.

I saw Mo Wulu's playful eyes.

Her body stiffened suddenly, what did she just see? Something like a toy? No, she must have seen it wrong.

She shook her head and decisively rejected this "crazy" idea of hers.

Seeing his prey like this, Mo ruthlessly licked the corners of his lips with some excitement, as if this would soothe his chapped lips slightly.

The game of cat and mouse will always have unexpected rewards, which is what he has always believed.

If the magic weapon is born and contracts with the master, then the master dies and the magic weapon is damaged.

If the master dies before this, then the magic weapon will have nothing to do with him.

If the former owner of the magic weapon breaks the contract with the magic weapon, then the magic weapon will not be damaged.

Thinking of this, Mo Wuru didn't wait anymore, and sat on the ground and waited for Ao Ling'er to recover and take out some magic weapons, and when the time came, ......

Mo ruthlessly sat on the ground like this, Ao Ling'er's eyes flashed, this was a good opportunity to recover Qianyuan.

I just don't know what this old guy wants, and it won't be what he thinks.

The flash of joy on her face vanished in an instant, was this the rhythm of playing to death?

"Could it be that because of the reason for becoming a demon, his heart has also become distorted, hey, you are so frustrated, does your grandfather know?"

Because of her body, the injuries on Ao Ling'er's body also healed quickly at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Physical damage can be repaired by relying on Qianyuan.

Mo was ruthlessly bored, and secretly calculated to himself, expecting that even if Ao Ling'er was talented, it would take a long time to recover one-tenth of the original one, so he should close his eyes and recuperate first.

Twenty minutes after the two of them stopped crushing unilaterally, the red and blue vortex in Ao Ling'er's hand condensed as if it were a real thing.

Draw the runes that you used just now, and stuff the Qianyuan dumplings that were condensed just now into it, and soon the runes will become bulging.

Mo Wuru, who had just sat down for a short time, heard a voice and didn't pay much attention to it at first, thinking that no matter how fast this girl recovered, she couldn't make any waves.

But gradually, a dangerous aura came to him, and years of hunting experience told him that danger was very close to him.

So close that he almost thought it was his own delusion. (To be continued.) )