Qin Wo was also stunned, because she didn't expect Lao Wa to take out this and take a clear picture of the demonic qi on her body.

Mo Jin's eyebrows and eyes are picturesque, and her long black hair hangs down, making her lips very light and a little cool.

But a pair of eyes were also staring at her, looking at the demonic energy flowing on her body, and her eyes were stained with complex emotions.

Under everyone's sight, there was silence for a long time before Qin Wo suddenly smiled.

"Xiaoqing?" The flower gate master is nervous.

Hmmm-

"It's still been discovered."

Saying this, she lowered her head and calmly took out the small wooden sign around her waist, and in the process of taking it out, she quietly pinched it off—the last thing she took out was the wooden card that was broken in two.

"On the way back, I encountered the escaped demonic beast and broke the wooden card of the defensive formation I had drawn to resist the demonic energy." She spread her hands and smiled.

"That's why you're contaminated with demonic energy?" When the master of the flower gate heard this, he looked at the wooden sign, and then he breathed a sigh of relief: "I see, what about you?" Is there anything wrong with you? ”

"It's okay, another immortal came just in time and killed the beast." She shook her head.

The matter passed like this, but Mo Jin swept her hands with extremely serious demonic energy, suddenly lowered her eyes, and stopped making a sound.

After Lao Wa removed the demonic qi from Mo Jin, he also washed away a lot of the demonic qi on Liangqing's body, and then put away the glass ball.

*

In Liangqing's small room, there were papers full of formations.

It's probably over there that I'm also thinking about sealing the formation of the Demon Yuan Tan, volume after volume, and let the child draw all the special formations she knows.

During the day, I went there to study the formation, and at night I went back to the inn hut to draw the formation.

Compared with Mo Jin, the child did not go anywhere easily, and the tired child fell asleep directly on the table full of paper.

A flash of red light.

The bracelet on her wrist disappeared, and the beautiful boy with different eyes appeared at the table.

He looked down at the paper he was clutching in his hand, it was a portrait of the witch Zuo Woe on it.

He raised his head, his golden-red eyes staring at the sleeping child for a moment.

He was once so angry with his beautiful face that he was crying before, but now he is calm, mature and calm, and he is not at all like the stupid bird who was angry with jealousy and jumped to his feet before.

Hmmm-

He clenched the portrait and raised his hand without hesitation.

The slender palm was red and fiery, and the flaming hand gradually stretched out towards the girl's little face—and then, his wrist was lightly pinched.

！

He turned his head sideways in shock, and met a pair of shallow eyes, cold and indifferent, and his eyebrows and eyes were cold.

"What do you want to do?" The person who came opened his lips, and his voice was cold.

"Mo Jin!" Gu Yanmo was taken aback, and then his little face sank: "You, why are you here." ”

"I should ask you this." Mo Jin didn't answer, glanced at his immature little face, and frowned: "What do you look like?" ”

"You don't care, you let go." Gu Yanmo didn't answer, and said in a deep voice: "Lao Tzu wants to kill this woman." ”

"Not really." Mo Jin didn't lift his eyelids or raise his head, just two words.

"You! You're going to stop me? Do you know who this is? Gu Yanmo's golden-red eyes stared at him coldly.

"I know." Mo Jin looked at the child who was sleeping soundly on his stomach, and his eyes softened: "My apprentice." ”

"You know the! You don't know! Gu Yanmo took a deep breath and gritted his teeth: "Let go, this woman's forced Lao Tzu contract has caused me to be kept in the dark, it's bad and hateful, it's just a heinous devil, in short, if you let go, I must kill her today!" ”

"Not really." Mo Jin is still the same light and fluttering two words.

"Mo Jin!" Gu Yanmo shouted angrily.

Hmmm-

Mo Jin finally half-raised his eyelids and spit out the identity of this person.

"The master of the Spirit Beast Sect - Yan Mo Zun."

The moment the words fell, the young man in front of him turned into a flame, and his immature face faded - replaced by a mature red-haired young man, uninhibited and cold.