"What do you want, if you have something to say, just say it, don't be impulsive!" One of the elders shouted hurriedly, a compromise on his mind.

"First, immediately cure my son with the best medicine, second, send him back to Shenyuan intact, and third, I want you to swear that you will never hurt him in this life and this life!" Do not harm my husband or his people. Let them live their lives in peace! If there are any violations, you will all be destroyed.

Everyone's faces were solemn, and the golden-robed old man said without thinking: "You can save his life, but he has, he can't save the fairy, you can let him come back on the ground, or according to what you said, as long as he doesn't stay on the continent's primordial god, his mother tongue won't embarrass him, and his secret, as the original origin, will also go away!"

Mu Han Shuyu kept saying, "Okay, he won't pose a threat to you." Now!"

As she spoke, the strength of her hand increased, and the child immediately drew blood from the corner of her mouth!

Therefore, the golden-robed old man did not stop, his palms turned to the sky, and he swore an oath: "My emperor's family history swears to the sky, this boy returns to the motherland safely, if he stays quietly in the realm of heaven, it will never be difficult for him, it will not embarrass his family, if the oath is broken, immortal slaughter!" Death is the death of the gods!

As soon as he finished speaking, a huge empty eye appeared in the sky, like a dark nebula, flashing by.

Then he said coldly: "You can let him go!"

"Release? Mohan Shuyu sneered, ignoring the argument. Naturally, she could hear the golden-robed old man's voice, but it was a thunderstorm. On the way back, as long as it did not reach the celestial sphere, killing Moninghong was not a violation of the oath.

She immediately rose all over her body with a snow-white guard covering her whole body, and her indifferent voice spread: "Give me the heart of the life card, I want to confirm that he arrived in the Shenyuan Continent to put a person again, you will swear again in the way of sending him back, and then you can't bring him back for any reason, otherwise the emperor clan tribe will be extinguished!"

"Good!" Everyone finally compromised, and now they have no choice, Mo Han Shuyu faced the weak boy, and there were ten thousand ways to kill him instantly, and no one could stop him!

So, they immediately sent someone to heal the wound of the ink, leaving only a pair of waste corpses, and then called the shuttle to send the ink back to Hong's house as quickly as possible, after all, it was too late to change.

When Mo Ninghong woke up, he asked where his mother was, and the two people who sent him there did not answer as if they were contemptuous, but talked silently in the dark, and these discussions were heard by Mo Ninghong one by one.

One humane: "This boy is also a complete waste, injured by the formula that destroys life, and eternal life is difficult to save."

Humanitarian: "Hmph, I think people are superfluous at all, so much trouble arises, how can his life be compared to a life without harm!"

"That's right, this kid is also a waste, and even if he doesn't waste it anymore, the low-level vision can still be turned over for a day, and my imminent emperor family to eliminate him is just afraid of the ugly dispersion problem, I knew that the group of Moorish ants would not go over."

"It doesn't matter, because they, a small place, the life of an ant, I'm afraid, I can't get out for 10,000 years, and the scandal spreads." But what will happen when Han Han's Han Shuyu is lifted?

"Well, what about you? She would have been saved, but now she was going to save her son's life. She's going to die a terrible death.

"Well, I have an idea. We're going to put the boy through a little more mental torture. Why don't you let him see how his mother died?

"Interesting..."

…… When Mo Ninghong heard these words, the little fairy was heartbroken, and she cried and cried to eat the two of them one by one!

However, he still couldn't please fate, he was brought back by the two of them at a very fast speed, and more than a month later, he finally crossed the earthquake minefield and came to the god of Yuanzhou.

Then the two of them forced him to open his eyes and watch a good show.

But seeing the illusion of them summoning a mirror with a spell, the illusion that the white-haired Shu was bound to a high stage, scarred, white and bloodless complexion, there was a large group of people, looking happily and expecting the next sentence, everyone revealed the sin of Shu It seemed obvious, mainly without any sympathy.

Then, the punishment began, and at this time, seeing hundreds of millions of blades flying to Mu Han Shuyu's corpse like a sea of blades, lifting her body up to a high platform, with blood marks on her body, but she did not die, Mu Han Shuyu howled in pain, life is better than death.

Mo Ninghong and Mu Yu's mother and son were heart-to-heart, his heart was extremely painful, a child of a few years old, gritting his teeth like a fierce beast, desperately trying to jump up and tear off the mirror-like screen, but he couldn't reach it.

He could only look at it with red eyes and pupils gritted his teeth, and finally, after the punishment of the knife, it was replaced by the punishment of the fire, a dark flame ignited in the body of Shuyu Consultation in an instant, and the fire began to spread, Shuyu Consultation, screaming like a world, her body, little by little the fire burned, and finally ashes.

This scene, Mo opened his eyes to see, he was completely stupid, all kinds of hateful hearts, eager to see, even if he wanted to cry without shedding a single tear, his heart suddenly had a great change, became silent, unwilling to say a word.

He was sent back to Jiuyuan Mansion, and the emperor's family left after a few words of ridicule and did not stay.

From that day on, Mo Ding was completely decadent, turned into numbness, and would only drink the blood of the living dead, while Mo Ninghong, silent, became a person who could only harm himself, and would tear to pieces at a glance, and eat the flesh and blood of the devil crazy.

This is the end of the story.

The white-haired man listened quietly, his face was filled with black anger, he kept clenching his fists, and sighed: "A group of ruthless people, what a cruel heart!" Barbarian! Beast ......"

Mo Ninghong told this story, not a single tear came out, only the one who could kill the red eye, only the heinous hatred, his hatred, has penetrated deep into the bone marrow, even if he dies, the hatred will not dissipate!

The white-haired old man looked at Mo Ninghong affectionately and sighed affectionately: "Crazy son, you have been suffering all these years...... "Alas...... At this time, the gray-haired old man, all that appeared in his eyes was love, and after a while, he looked at Mo Ninghong silently, and said solemnly: "Can you be my apprentice and rely on my inheritance?"

"Oh?" Mo Ninghong was in a daze, his head was suddenly shortened, and suddenly Meng.

Now that he is healthy again, it is a great joy. He doesn't want anything. Therefore, when the old man proposed the idea of taking disciples, he was not at all surprised, but he did not believe it.

"Uh...... Mo Ninghong's face remained motionless, and it took a long time to calm down. He asked suspiciously, "Why did the senior accept me as his student?" The young man who thinks he is dull is not a genius.

He's telling the truth, if he had enough talent, I'm afraid the emperor's people wouldn't have done the same to his family.

"Well, listen to my husband slowly say my reasons." The old man touched his beard and said slowly.