"Miao Puzong, we finally met. Mo Xiaochuan looked at Miao Puzong, who was sitting in a wooden simple wheelchair, and said with a faint smile.

"You recognize the wrong person, I'm not Miao Puzong, I don't know you. I don't know what you're talking about?" Miao Puzong looked at Mo Xiaochuan with a frightened expression, and hurriedly turned the wheelchair backwards, because he was too flustered, causing the wheelchair to suddenly roll over, Miao Puzong couldn't care so much, and rolled on the ground and dodged to the side.

Miao Puzong's reaction made Miao Jiazhai and the Youxiong tribe look sideways, and they simply lost the face of the ancestor.

"Oh, yes, since we don't know each other, and I recognize the wrong person, then why are you so alarmed? Mo Xiaochuan chased Miao Puzong step by step and asked aggressively.

"Where am I panicking? Why should I be weak-hearted? Why should I be afraid? Am I still in a hurry to urinate?" Miao Puzong's face turned red, as if he had been wronged a lot.

"Are you sure? I think you should know that I have a way to prove who you Miao Puzong is, but when the time comes, I'm afraid, some people will suffer some crimes. Mo Xiaochuan mocked.

"You, you, you can't do that. "Thinking about the backlash he received when the ghost spider Gu was sealed by Mo Xiaochuan at that time, he was really afraid, what Mo Xiaochuan did on Zheng Zhihe, because of the ghost spider Gu, no matter what method was used to stimulate the ghost spider Gu, it was himself who suffered in the end, he knew that Mo Xiaochuan must have the means to make his life worse than death.

"Oh, why? Why can't I do this? I'm curious?" Miao Puzong finally leaned against a mountain rock, unable to retreat. Mo Xiaochuan stood in front of him like that, looking at him condescendingly Miao Puzong, and the indifference in his eyes made Miao Puzong's heartbeat start to soar.

"Why? Why? Whatever the reason, you can't do that. Miao Puzong vented the fear in his heart by roaring. Facing Mo Xiaochuan, he was completely flustered.

"There are people who don't cry when they don't see the coffin. You really think I can't do anything about you, do you? In this way, I can only say to you. Mo Xiaochuan glanced at Miao Puzong with disdain, then turned to Zheng Zhihe and said, "Zhihe, come here." Is there any interest in playing a game. ”

Zheng Zhihe walked over and smiled at Mo Xiaochuan, of course, this smile was also seen from his slightly squinted eyes. "Whatever you want to do, I'll be there for you. Not to mention just playing a game. ”

Zhihe?!Miao Hongyi trembled. What a familiar name. Zhihe, how many years have I not heard this name again? Zhihe, my daughter, is it really Zhihe who is here? No, how could she, an ordinary person, get to these 100,000 mountains. No way, it must be the same name. But as Zheng Zhihe walked towards Mo Xiaochuan, Miao Hongyi looked at the familiar figure that had penetrated into her bones, and her tears could no longer be controlled, like a babbling stream, gurgling down her cheeks. Zhihe, really Zhihe.

Miao Xinyue glanced at Miao Hongyi in surprise and asked her in a whisper what was wrong, Miao Hongyi shook her head slightly.

Mo Xiaochuan touched Zheng Zhihe's head with a smile, and then said softly: "I'll write on your back, you can guess, and there will be a prize if you guess." ”

"Good. Zheng Zhihe's interest suddenly increased, and playing ambiguously with Mo Xiaochuan in front of so many people suddenly aroused her character as a little witch.

"I'm going to go one by one, this is interesting, I'm going to play too, boss. Luo Kai leaned forward with a huff.

Xiong Qizhi grabbed him, "What are you kid doing, don't you know that the boss is doing business? ”

I'll go, Mo Xiaochuan's face is almost green, what's the back to play, am I playing with the back? I'm writing on the back, it's really terrible to be uneducated, and I don't have the ability to understand at all.

Zheng Zhihe turned around, turned her back to Mo Xiaochuan, and closed her eyes happily.

Mo Xiaochuan slowly raised his right hand, and the index finger of his right hand was pointed at Zheng Zhihe's back, a strange feeling filled Mo Xiaochuan's heart, although he was not less rubbed by Zheng Zhihe, but he officially took the initiative to contact Zheng Zhihe, and it was the first time in this public. The plump and elastic touch on Zheng Zhihe's back made Mo Xiaochuan's heart ripple.

What's more, Zheng Zhihe was even more unbearable, as soon as Mo Xiaochuan's fingers touched her back, her body trembled violently. It's wet underneath. This is the first time Mo Xiaochuan has taken the initiative to move her. Although the contact is only one person's fingers, it is also an indescribable pleasure for Zheng Zhihe.

Mo Xiaochuan quickly took a deep breath and calmed down. Began to write on Zheng Zhihe's back.

Everyone looked at Mo Xiaochuan, not knowing what he was doing.

Only Miao Puzong knew what Mo Xiaochuan was going to do, his face instantly turned extremely pale, and he wailed in his mouth, regardless of his serious injuries, he threw himself at Mo Xiaochuan.

Mo Xiaochuan had already written.

"Ah" Before he could pounce on Mo Xiaochuan, Miao Puzong, who was halfway through, suddenly grabbed his neck with both hands and fell down heavily. The wound that had just grown burst out again, and blood gushed out. Miao Puzong, who landed on the ground, screamed bitterly, because of the reason that his hands were pinching his neck, and after a while, his face turned blue-purple. The tongue also sticks out slightly.

Quiet, the audience only heard the sound of Miao Puzong's ghost crying wolf, and no other sound could be heard. They were frightened by Mo Xiaochuan's mysterious methods.

But this scene made the eyes of Xiong Qizhi and Youxiong Nayun brighten. In their eyes, Mo Xiaochuan should use advanced witchcraft, but witchcraft requires a kind of abuser's hair or blood as a medium, and it can only be done through spellcasting. With Mo Xiaochuan's strength, it was too simple to take a little bit of Miao Puzong's hair unconsciously. Can cast spells, could it be that Mo Xiaochuan's writing on Zheng Zhihe's back is the process of spellcasting, and can spellcasting still be like this? This method is really elusive.

No matter what everyone thinks in their hearts, Mo Xiaochuan's second stroke has already been written, and the second stroke is a vertical.

Written vertically, Miao Puzong's body was straight and tight, and his hands let go of his pinched neck. At this time, Miao Puzong was panting like a dead fish, his eyeballs bulged outward, and the blood vessels on his face slowly emerged, and the blood in the blood vessels, like a little mouse, suddenly rushed and slowly passed, and the people around him were covered with goosebumps.

Miao Puzong's mouth screamed like a monster, and his face was covered with saliva and white foam.