242.Chapter 242: Put on a vest, you're still the eighth king!

Yue gently felt the mysterious power released by the person behind her, and shouted anxiously.

Feng Qingyi stopped, his mouth was deflated, his eyes were red, and his obsidian eyes glistened with tears, like a puppy abandoned by his owner.

Yueqing's heart instantly softened, she glanced at Yue Xiaoxuan, and a certain bear child couldn't help but pout, her mother was so hateful, she actually sent a milk doll to do things.

"Uncle Feng, my mother was captured by the villains, shall we let my father save him?" Yue Xiaoxuan quickly climbed up Feng Qingyi's neck and hung on his chest and swayed around.

Feng Qingyi immediately turned around and grabbed Duanmu Chen's sleeve: "Daddy, save Yi'er's mother!" ”

The smile on Duanmu Chen's face had long since disappeared, and he was full of anger: "This king thought that the Mo family was out of the matter, but he didn't expect that he had already secretly colluded together?" Mo Dashao, do you think that no one will recognize you as the eighth king if you wear a vest? ”

Mo Bai tore off the face towel on his face, looked directly at Duanmu Chen, and said, "My Mo family just doesn't want the lives of the Xuanyue Continent to be ruined!" ”

"Then where were you when the people from my Xuantian Palace were killed?" Duanmu Chen sneered, his eyebrows and eyes were full of coldness: "Xuantian Palace acted as he pleased, and he was crowned with the title of evil devil, so he deserved to be killed?"

The so-called famous and decent family is glamorous on the surface, but behind the scenes, men and women are prostitutes, and they use the demon to satisfy their own selfish interests. It's ridiculous! ”

He looked at Mo Bai sneeringly, and continued: "Your Mo family's former set and the back set can be called a model of inconsistency, do you want to fish in troubled waters or do you want to make a profit?" ”

Mo Bai looked calm, and did not answer, but the long sword in his hand rested on Yue Qing's neck, and said: "Your Highness Chen, the people you killed are enough to sacrifice the souls of your Xuantian Palace, and the rest of these people, let them go!" ”

His wrist deflected and moved closer to the moon, and the cold sword pierced her skin, bringing out a little crimson.

Duanmu Chen's eyes widened, killing intent surged around him, and the biting coldness made the people around him can't help but retreat one after another, standing behind Mo Bai in unison, and the posture seemed to be completely with him as the head of the horse.

"Mo Dashao, what are you talking nonsense about him? Now the woman has a hole in her body and scares him! ”

"That's it, this woman is not a good product at first glance, cut off her hand first!"

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Those people seemed to have found an outlet, scolding and scolding, each more vicious than the other.

Mo Bai raised his hand, and those people immediately quieted down, his eyes moved to the huge pit, and said, "Brother Jin, isn't it time to come out and preside over the overall situation?" ”

A figure burst out of the huge pit, and in the blink of an eye, Dongfang Jin fell beside him, looked at him deeply, and said in his words: "Mo Bai, he is worthy of being the heir of the head of the Mo family!" ”

Mo Bai just smiled, and moved his body to the side, as if to reduce his sense of storage.

A light flashed in Yueqing's eyes, she seemed to understand, what kind of scene was this, she winked at Duanmu Chen, and the man who was originally ready to attack instantly restrained his momentum, his expression was not as violent as before, and a leisurely temperament flowed invisibly.

Dongfang Jin's brows furrowed, and there was a faint uneasiness in his heart, and he couldn't help but clench the sword in his hand......