Mo Qingfeng looked at Ruoshui in disbelief: "You, I can't imagine that you actually plotted against me!" ”

Ruoshui replied: "That's right, I'm plotting against you!" The fruit is mine! What I used to save our husband, no one wants to fight with me! ”

"Really?" A grim smile appeared at the corner of Mo Qingfeng's mouth, and the expression on his face was elusive.

Ruoshui waits, waits.

The drug developed by the old man Dugu is very powerful, and ordinary people will faint immediately after being pricked by the silver needle contaminated with the drug. Even Qi Zhuang couldn't bear the effect of this drug.

However, as time passed, Mo Qingfeng showed no signs of fainting, but stood there energetically.

"How? You can't think of it, right? Mo Qingfeng asked, "I knew this would happen for a long time, so I put a soft hedgehog armor on my body in advance." Able to resist silver needles and various hidden weapons, but will not be detected. ”

"You, such a sinister person!" If the water is so angry that he is almost speechless.

The corners of Mo Qingfeng's lips were slightly hooked upward.

"How? Do you obediently hand over the Wangxiang fruit, or will I go and pick it up myself? Mo Qingfeng asked.

"The fruit of Wangxiang is here, even if I die, I will not give it to you. If you want fruit, kill me first! Ruoshui said.

"I don't have to kill you, your martial arts are not as good as mine, and you have no resistance to me. I can easily take the fruit from you! Mo Qingfeng said.

As he spoke, he grabbed Ruoshui's neck with one hand, and reached into the pocket of Ruoshui's body with the other.

At this moment, the entire hall was suddenly enveloped in a red light.

Then the light quickly shrank, shrunk, and finally surrounded Sikong's body.

The red light that surrounded Sikong's corpse became more and more red, more and more red, red and dazzling, red like a drop of blood.

Soon, as far as the naked eye could see, Sikong's corpse quickly shrank, contracted, and finally turned into a small fruit, the whole body of the fruit was bright red, as red as a drop of blood.

This sudden change shocked the two people in the hall.

"Wangxiangguo!"

Mo Qingfeng slowly loosened Ruoshui.

Take a step and walk towards the fruit.

Soon, he came to the side of the Wangxiang fruit, then squatted down and reached out to pick it up from the ground.

He put the fruit in the palm of his hand and observed it carefully.

"It turns out that this Wangxiang fruit was transformed from the corpse of the patriarch of the Wangxiang clan. No wonder it's so scarce and precious. Mo Qingfeng said, "If I knew that this was the case, I would have killed Sikong a long time ago!" Why fight with you for that fruit? ”

If the water has no effort, then take care of the ink breeze.

She clenched the Wangxiang fruit in her hand and ran out of the ancestral hall quickly.

She ran along the path of the countryside and quickly ran to her previous residence.

The whole Wangxiang clan was very quiet, and there was no laughter or laughter.

Because all the people of the Wangxiang clan have turned into corpses at this moment, lying in the ancestral hall collectively!

Soon, she was at the place where she had been staying.

She kicked open the gate, and the old man Dugu and the little beggar were standing in the courtyard.

After hearing the movement here, the two quickly turned their heads to look.

"Sister, did you get the Wangxiang fruit?" The little beggar asked anxiously.

Ruoshui nodded, "Yes, I got the Wangxiang Fruit!" ”

After hearing this, the old man Dugu was extremely excited.

"Girl, you're really good! What about the fruit of Wangxiang? Give it to me, I want to see what he looks like!" ”

Ruoshui opened his palm and handed a red fruit lying in his palm to the old man Dugu. ”