Chapter Ninety-Three: Can You Share His Loneliness?

"Who told you to go!"

Mo Shenji grabbed Nalan Ruohai's soft wattle from behind, and it was very hard, causing her body to tremble slightly, and her face was pale.

Mo Shenji's face was gloomy, and there was a sharp essence flashing in his eyes, wanting to fly out to kill, at this time, Mo Shenji was sharp and majestic, and almost no one in the audience dared to offend.

"You are already the servant girl of my ink god machine, your life is mine, who dares to take it?"

Mo Shenji looked directly at Nalan Ruohai, furious, lion-like anger, which frightened Nalan Ruohai even more than Yang Chenlong.

"I'm sorry..."

Nalan Ruohai lowered his head helplessly, and the snow-white goose neck was red, which was very attractive.

"I can't, it's time for this farce to end. ”

Nalan Ruohai tried to break free from the confinement of the ink god machine's big hand, her expression was painful, she didn't know how much of a consequence she would bring to the family after going back this time, and she didn't know what kind of punishment she would receive, if she could, she really wanted to be caught by the ink god machine like this, if she didn't let go, it was best to take it away.

Who is Nalan Ruohai? Wuji's will is psychic, and he can even see a trace of his own destiny in the invisible darkness.

Her marriage to Yang Zili will not be so simple.

There is an eighty percent chance that she will be absorbed by Yang Zili, and over the years, Wuji has also cultivated her as a meat tripod, in order to let Yang Zili soar into the sky, make Wuji's status soar, and achieve the first force in the Southeast Xuan Domain.

Although these are hidden, she knows it, and she can see it.

However, in the face of all this, she had no choice.

"I said, no one can snatch people from me!"

Mo Shenji snorted coldly, his expression was proud, and with a force of his palm, he pulled Nalan Ruohai back and slammed it into his chest.

"Ahh

Nalan Ruohai panicked, groaned, and there was fear, fear, shyness, and more surprise in her azure eyes.

"Mo Shenji, don't go too far, Nalan Ruohai's identity is unusual, you can't take it away!"

Yang Chenlong was furious, tangible, and indispensable, turning into Yin and Yang and running in a gray manner, the universe was upside down, the sun and the moon were impermanent, chaotic, the sun fell, the stars hung upside down, time and space were lost, the mysterious visions were terrifying, and the geniuses changed color one after another, and the will of Wuji was too strong to make them jealous.

"What are you, even if your sect master comes here, don't want to ask for someone in my hands!" Mo Shenji hugged the beautiful woman tightly, feeling the soft fragrance, his expression was even more blind, his eyes were like stars, shooting out hundreds of millions of green lights, illuminating the world, Yang Chenlong's infinite comprehension gradually swallowed up, refining, and the means were domineering to the extreme!

Everyone present knew the power of the Ink God Machine, but they never thought that the Ink God Machine would be so powerful? She was only twenty-five years old, how could she be so terrifying?

Yang Chenlong's infinite comprehension, no one in the audience dared to say that he could face it unharmed, let alone crack it directly, it was too terrifying.

"Maybe others are afraid of you Wuji, but in the eyes of my Mo family, it's just a joke!" Mo Shenji sneered, and deliberately touched Nalan Ruohai's jade cheeks in front of Yang Chenlong, deliberately light.

Nalan Ruohai panicked and wanted to break free, but it was useless, so he could only instinctively close his eyes and hide his head in the depths of Mo Shenji's arms.

But when she reacted to Yang Chenlong, her eyes changed taste, and she turned into flirting and deliberately seducing.

"Stinky **!"

Yang Chenlong was furious, gritted his teeth and scolded in a low voice, eager to shatter the Ink God Machine into thousands of pieces.

"Brother..."

The prodigy looked jealous, as if his beloved toy had been snatched away, and his face was full of grievances.

"Mo Shenji, do you really want to start a war with me Wuji?" Yang Chenlong's tone was stiff, thunder and anger were angry, and the threat was self-evident.

"Come on, I'm going to see what a mere Wuji is bouncing in front of me. Mo Shenji didn't even look at Yang Chenlong, but gently stroked Nalan Ruohai's little face, and swept across the skin that could be broken by blowing, which was extremely tender.

In particular, Nalan Ruohai's jade cheeks were pink because of his shyness, and his eyes were weak and delicate, which added to his desire to continue to be light.

"Mo Shenji, you forced me!"

Yang Chenlong roared angrily, he was really angry, when did he be so despised by his outstanding strength.

"Fellow Daoists, although we are here for the mystery of the ancient monuments, the actions of the Mo Shenji are really excessive, and I hope that all fellow Daoists will work with me to suppress this person!"

"Hehe, Brother Yang's words are wrong, and the purpose of holding it is only for Xiao Lun. ”

Zhou Tanwu smiled and revealed it lightly.

"This is Brother Yang's housework, how can I interfere?"

Wen Hexuan's feather fan shook gently, the wind was light and the clouds were light, and the white clothes were better than the snow, and he wanted to fly away.

"Giggles, funny and funny. ”

Luo Jing, who turned into the shape of weak water, let out a series of sneering sounds, and her body was delicate and boneless, swimming in the water.

Everyone has the same attitude, and they don't want to have too much hatred with the Mo Shenji, after all, the strength of the Mo family is unknown, and the strength is terrifying, far from something they can offend.

Moreover, in private, there is not harmony between their forces, and they often visit their sects to challenge each other, so how can they help?

Long Yucheng was a little moved, but he was still reserved.

"If you want to get the mystery of the ancient monuments, you have to pass the level of the Ink God Machine, wouldn't it be better for everyone to suppress him together?" Yang Chenlong shouted in a deep voice, furious.

You look at me, I look at you, no one speaks, and no one wants to be a bird.

"Well, but what if I'm willing to give up the fight for the mystery of the monument?"

Yang Chenlong pointed at Nalan Ruohai, who was tightly hugged by Mo Shenji, and shouted: "I only want her, Xiao Lun belongs to you, do you still have to hesitate?"

Yang Chenlong was really crazy, and he actually took the initiative to give up the mystery of the ancient monuments!

Everyone was shocked, they never expected that Yang Chenlong would be crazy to such a point, which moved them.

You must know how terrifying Yang Chenlong is, none of the ten geniuses present can say that they can defeat him without paying a heavy price!

Without such a fierce opponent, the odds of being able to obtain the Mystery of the Monument have increased by at least 30%!

"Brother Yang is serious?"

Moved, Wang Shutian's eyes were steady, flashing with essence, and he asked.

"Brother Yang can take an oath?"

Tang Yingxue was even more to the point, although she smiled charmingly, she asked him to make an oath as soon as she said it.

"What Fairy Tang said is good, if Brother Yang can make an oath, we can help you and hand over the Ink God Machine to you!"

Wen Hexuan chuckled, agreeing with this proposal.

Let's say it's a loss, we are sacrificing our lives to help you, you can't push back any longer.

The big guys all agreed, nodded without objection, and looked at Yang Chenlong one after another, waiting for his action.

"Okay, I'll make a demon oath!"

Yang Chenlong held back his anger and was extremely resentful, he swore that he would never let go of these hateful guys in the future!

As long as Yangzi stands up and grows up, even the Mo family can surpass it, at that time, the king will dominate the world, look down on everything, what Holy Spirit Hall, Luoshui Pavilion, all have to surrender!

"I, Yang Chenlong, swear to the inner demon: in order to let my junior sister get out of the clutches of the ink god machine, I am willing to give up the opportunity to fight for the mystery of the ancient monuments to invite all fellow Daoists to crusade against the ink god machine, but there is a violation, the heart demon blesses the body, and the heavenly thunder destroys its soul!"

Thundered!

As soon as the oath came out, it was obvious that Yang Chenlong's body trembled, exuding mysterious fluctuations, mysterious and undetectable.

The heart demon oath was made, once violated, he would be the heart demon and become a madman, even a machine, without self-awareness, even if Xiao Wei was alive, he could not erase it.

This is the cycle of the Heavenly Dao, which cannot be violated, but can only be followed.

The heart demon oath was in one place, and everyone finally believed it, and surrounded the ink god machine in an ambush on all sides, with a bad look.

"Mo Shenji, I know you are very powerful, but if I join forces with ten people, even if you are not an opponent no matter how advanced your martial arts realm is, it is better to solve it in harmony!"

Looking directly at the ink god machine, Wang Shutian became a good man and persuaded with a smile.

If it weren't for the mystery of the monuments, who would go crazy to provoke a family that had been immersed for thousands of years?

Mo Shenji alone is so terrifying, if there is still a group of such people, then what else is there to do with them in this world?

"Mo Shenji, it's nothing to compromise at this time, give up and return Nalan Ruohai to Yang Chenlong!" Wen Hexuan said.

"Don't toast and don't eat and drink!"

Zhou Tanwu snorted coldly, his head full of wisdom roots flew away, and time and space loomed in a thousand zhang of time, with majestic divine power, slapping the sky.

He was too lazy to say that he was going to do it.

Because Zhang Xiu was indirectly abolished by the Mo Shenji, how could he, as a senior brother, not take revenge?

"It's a lot of grievances, I'm optimistic about you!" Luo Jingjing giggled and laughed, and kept throwing her eyes towards the ink god machine.

"Mo Shenji, are you still obsessed?"

Long Yucheng turned into a hundred zhang green dragon, the dragon roared and shook the sky, the wind and clouds surged, he was held up by an auspicious cloud, and there was a purple electric eruption in his mouth and nose, piercing the void.

His anger is not under Yang Chenlong at all, and he wants to cut the ink god machine with a thousand knives!

"Hehe, if you hand over that woman to my family, my sister can consider helping you!"

Tang Yingxue's demeanor is attractive, with a smile and a smile, the buds are waiting to be released, and the world has lost its color.

She is different from Luo Jingjing, she is not as charming and sultry as her, but she has a little more lively and naughty, which is more attractive, triggering the most primitive desire of men to conquer.

This woman is not simple!

Almost everyone had this idea in their hearts.

Danger, stay away!

"Don't talk nonsense with him, Lang wastes time, let's shoot together!"

Seeing that everyone was making ridicule, Yang Chenlong was furious, roaring like thunder, unable to calm down.

"You have to think about the consequences, my ink god machine is not a clay man, let you pinch it!"

Mo Shenji's expression changed, he became indifferent and ruthless, let go of Nalan Ruohai without leaving a trace, and looked at everyone indifferently.

The cold and arrogant eyes seemed to have no focus, the dark eyes were full of calm and indifference, the black hair was scattered casually around the ears, and the ear drills emitted a faint blue light, handsomeness could only make people stop, and was contained by a cold aura around him.

This is Mo Shenji, a lonely man!

Nalan Ruohai looked at his back, feeling unattainable, and also standing behind him, there was an inexplicable sense of security that had not been seen for a long time, this feeling made her shocked and afraid.

"Can I share his loneliness?"

Nalan Ruohai muttered, stretched out his soft wattle, and trembled towards Mo Shenji, but he still stopped timidly, not daring to anger this moody man.