Chapter Thirty-Nine: Mo Yan, Your Name

Xue Luo's words fell, and she stared at Bing Lingluo with some hope, Bing Lingluo was a little surprised, she thought that he would deliberately make things difficult for her, but she didn't expect it to be like this?

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They've never admitted it, have they?

Looking at the serious man in front of him, Bing Lingluo smiled coldly, acting on the spot, who wouldn't? The pride of the sky in front of him, will he treat her sincerely?

She didn't believe it.

"Snow Fall, you'd better not meddle in my business." Bing Lingluo suddenly said coldly to Xue Luoji.

Fearlessly looked into his deep eyes, indifferent but a little humble.

In front of him, she felt an inexplicably powerful oppression.

"Hehe, Luo'er, you are so suspicious." Feeling Bing Lingluo's vigilance, Snow Fall couldn't help but laugh.

It's obviously a cold face, why does he feel a little... Lovely?

Snow Fall exhaled, put away the fairy smile on his face, and returned to his usual coldness.

The coldness of the snow scars is not the coldness of Bing Lingluo, but a kind of indifference, a kind of indifference to all living beings, a kind of desireless and ruthless indifference. As if there was nothing in this world worthy of his attention, with the innate kingly aura of looking down on all beings.

Ignoring the common people, desireless and ruthless.

Everyone in the world says that he has a weird personality and is moody, but he doesn't know that it is just the mask he has worn since he was a child, and the rules of survival he learned in that deep palace.

Unexpectedly, one day, he would also tear this mask for a woman.

"No, it's useless for me to hold this thing, I'll give it to you to play." With a swipe of the snow scarf, a small space was torn apart, and then a fiery figure fluttered out, and finally shouted, "Damn humans, I actually imprisoned this master, and the master is going to roast you!! ā€

"It's noisy!"

With a wave of his hand, Bi Fang was immediately thrown ten miles away, and then he raised his hand, and Bi Fang threw it back again, with a "snap", and fell heavily to the ground.

Xue Luoji glanced at Bi Fang, "Are you still noisy?" ā€

"Don't make any noise, don't make any noise, the hero spares his life..."Receiving the slightly dangerous eyes of the snow scar, he sighed in his heart, screamed badly, and hurriedly begged for mercy.

"What's your name?" Bing Lingluo asked.

"What? Name? My name is Bi Fang! Divine beasts! Talking about his identity, Bi Fang was stunned, originally thought that Bing Lingluo would be impressed by him, but who knew that Bing Lingluo glanced at him coldly and said, "Mo Yan, your name." After speaking, he ignored Bi Fang's resentful little eyes, and turned around and left directly.

"Keep up."

The snow fell and shook his sleeves in a dashing manner, and coldly dropped a sentence.

Bi Fang fluttered his wings and screamed "Huh", and followed with a fart.

Hey, hey, he's got a name!

Mo Yan, Mo Yan, it's so good!

Although he is very unhappy with the snow scars, who told him that he can't beat people?

And he has a good impression of Bing Lingluo, a big beauty, especially the breath on her body, he likes it very much!

So, it's hard to recognize the Lord!

Whew~

Big beauty wait for me!

"Master." Shui Moying respectfully saluted Bing Lingluo, her voice a little eager.

"Your brother has news?"

"No, not yet."

Can't I care about you? Shui Moying secretly rolled her eyes.

"It's getting dark, let's rest in the Demon Domain for one night tonight, and then set off for Southern Rain City tomorrow."

Looking at the dense leaves overhead, Bing Lingluo sighed softly, another day has passed...

Counting the days, it has been some time since I came to this cloudy sky, but it is always gratifying to get the cyan spar.

Save the Terrans?

Bing Lingluo sneered, when did she, a killer, become a hero of the human race?