After Mo Lao finished speaking, he heard a voice from the side: "Well said!" ”

  Everyone was stunned, and when they looked over, they saw a person standing up in the crowd sitting on the ground next to them.

  It was the middle-aged man in a green shirt with a calm expression.

  When all the black-robed people looked over, the crowd suddenly became nervous, and a girl in the small group he was in hurriedly reached out and pulled the hem of his clothes, and her voice was very low, as if she was persuading him to do something.

  The man ignored her, and as soon as he pulled the hem of his clothes, he broke free from the girl and walked slowly towards the black-robed man.

  No one spoke, no one advised, but all stood by and watched. After all, to these outsiders, the black-robed man who suddenly appeared in the secret realm was an unknown thing.

  Someone is willing to try with their lives, and naturally it couldn't be better.

  "If the seniors don't give up, I'm willing to help you." He bowed his hand, and there was a hint of determination in his eyes.

  "Oh?" Mo Lao looked him up and down a few times: "You want to help us?" He smiled coldly: "Aren't you afraid that we will solve this monster and then kill you?" ”

  Mo Lao's words were very damning, and the crowd suddenly became chaotic, and everyone looked at the man in black with horror on their faces.

  Nie Yunwen was standing at the edge of this area, with the blessing of the secret realm disk, the spiritual power was working, and it was easy to see and hear them talking.

  "A plate of loose sand." Sighing secretly, Nie Yunwen closed her mouth, although it has been hundreds of years since she intrigued and climbed to a high position in the Demon Sect, the bloody experience is still vivid.

  She clearly saw that when Mo Lao said those words, many people either pinched the trick or pinched the magic weapon talisman in their hands, presumably a large part of them would attack these black-robed people while they were dealing with this monster, right?

  The so-called famous and decent people are just selfish ordinary people.

  Mo Lao obviously noticed this situation as well, and a cold smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and he glanced at the crowd like a fool.

  The middle-aged man looked at Mo Lao fixedly, and slowly said, "You won't." ”

  "How do you know?" Mo Lao raised his chin and asked proudly. If he can't, then these people act rashly, then he will definitely not tolerate it.

  "In this Thousand Abyss Secret Realm, if I want to kill someone, there will be a thousand ways, and I don't need a reason."

  Facing the arrogant words of the black-robed old man who seemed to be the leader, the middle-aged man took a deep breath: "I know that although the seniors can arbitrarily judge, there are rules in the secret realm, and you will not kill people indiscriminately. ”

  Nie Yunwen couldn't help but glance at him when she heard this, this middle-aged man is a character!

  Mo Lao didn't speak, and the middle-aged man continued: "I know that there is a limit to what I can help, even if I give up my life. ”

  He turned around and pointed to the one of the six companions, the man who had no arm and said to Mo Lao: "I just want to give the immortal medicine to save the life of my nephew!" ”

  Although Mo Lao had been in the secret realm for many years, he couldn't help but be a little moved when he saw the pale young man on the ground.

  He suddenly remembered the child in the cellar of his home......

  After a pause, he shook off his robe and said, "This arm has been eaten, and it is still the right arm, even if it is saved, it will probably be useless." ”

  There was a hint of firmness in the middle-aged man's eyes: "I just want him to live!" Please also ask the seniors to be perfect! As soon as he finished speaking, his expression struggled slightly, and he knelt down on one knee: "Please be fulfilled!" ”