Venerable Zhihui gave a sincere admonition.

Fat Emperor Mo Yongze also helped, "Ziqing, although you have good talent, you are one of the best in the entire Xiaxuan Continent among the small characters, don't go astray." Master Zhihui is a well-known fortune teller, and since he has come all the way for you, it is also for your own good, for the prosperity of the human race......"

Mo Ziqing was impatient to listen to his bunch of nonsense and interrupted him, "Wisdom Mage, what if I say I don't need your transformation?" ”

The cloak of the wisdom mage suddenly rose automatically without wind, and above this main hall, it looked a bit of the grandeur of a master.

"Zhihui is ordered to come, and must not tolerate killing in the world, and don't be obsessed."

Is this disobedient to use force?

Mo Ziqing smiled coldly.

The fat emperor still didn't know whether he was alive or dead, and said, "Yes, if Ziqing is obsessed, then draw a clear line with the royal family of our Glorious Empire in the future, and our empire does not have a King Qi who has fallen into the killing path." ”

Since no means can be recovered, Mo Yongze is also fed up, so he simply tears his face, and he can still face the big forces behind Master Zhihui.

"Draw a clear interface, Your Highness can't ask for it, thank you for agreeing." Mo Ziqing sneered, and looked at the cloaked Zhihui mage again.

"The mage is only at the beginning of the Xuan Master, and he is not afraid that the wind will flash to his tongue when he speaks in such a big breath? As far as your cultivation is really not enough, since you are here by order, then His Highness will give you a chance to go back and move the rescue soldiers. ”

When Master Zhihui heard this, the cloak on his head moved, swished, and spun rapidly towards Mo Ziqing.

In the process of rotating, a rotating toothed blade is prominently revealed around the perimeter.

It's a weapon.

Mo Ziqing didn't hide, and when the cloak came, the book in his hand was thrown out and greeted him!

"Choke!"

The two sparked, and the cloak was shaken to the stone pillar, which was set into the stone pillar.

And looking at the book, it gently flew back to Mo Ziqing's hand, and Mo Ziqing also turned a page, which was still a soft and soft book.

This time, the judgment was made.

Without the lid of the cloak, looking at him Zhihui Mage, he is a middle-aged man with a scar on his face, and his skin is white, as if the reason for not seeing sunlight all year round......

Scar has always been matched with wheat's healthy complexion to increase the man's atmosphere, but with this miserable white complexion, it looks weird and terrifying.

He also has a pair of cold eyes, which makes people uncomfortable to look at.

The fat emperor was in a hurry, Master Zhihui was his trump card, he had been looking for Mo Ziqing for the past few years, but he was stopped by him for various reasons, so he waited for today when he couldn't bear it anymore, and then took it out, he thought that Zhihui could beat Mo Ziqing, but the result was ......

It's obviously no fun.

Obviously preparing to wait for Master Zhihui to subdue Mo Ziqing, he planned to take back the fiefdom of Calais City as well.

Now the situation is ......

And Mo Ziqing has never been easy to get along with, what should I do about this matter today?

The fat emperor was anxious and sweated.

"The Emperor's ......"

was about to say something nice and ease the atmosphere, but he saw Mo Ziqing's expression move, and his eyebrows couldn't help but be raised, as if he was suddenly in a happy mood.

A Ling Sheng looked at him, "Mo Yongze, I have nothing to do with your royal family in the future, forget it today, next time these bull ghosts, snakes and gods come to deal with me, the consequences are not something you can afford......

After speaking, the person had disappeared in place, and he did not know where to go.