The white fox is difficult to cross 13

Mu Qingmao sneered and jumped off the roof, it was really just in time to make the two of them recover, it was really disappointing.

"Bold and wicked! I didn't die last time, so let's die now! The priest shouted and pulled out a disc.

Mu Qingmao suddenly felt a dull pain on his face, and the wound that had condensed into a scar seemed to be slowly deteriorating and wriggling, and something was destroying inside

Her eyes were cold, and she naturally knew that this was the so-called curse, and raised her voice slightly: "Kill him." ”

Confucius seemed to have received some hint, his eyes instantly lost his mind, and he stabbed the Taoist priest again.

"Sober me up!" The Taoist priest didn't expect that his illusion had not yet been solved, and he subconsciously knocked him to the ground with a wave of his hand and made a loud noise, while muttering something in his mouth.

Confucius struggled and was slammed to the ground, spitting out a mouthful of blood, terrified.

Mu Qingmao only felt that the strange power was slowly forcing her back to the prototype, but she was hindered by her own spiritual power, and only revealed her white fox tail, and there was no other change, but the wooden mask on her face was gently removed by her, revealing a hideous face full of scars. She didn't want the little monk to make things stained with blood.

"It's you! It turned out to be you! You're in the same league as that little monk! Xiangnu covered the wound in her abdomen and roared angrily, watching Confucius being lifted out and then spit red from the corner of her mouth.

Mu Qingmao focused on this tense nerves to resist this power, she couldn't kill people, so she could only rely on herself to temporarily resist killing people with a knife, half of her spiritual power was used to resist, and half of it turned into an attack and rushed towards the Taoist priest to capture him!

The Taoist priest had a little difficulty resolving the trick that was sent, and at the same time took out a yellow rune paper with her other hand, which made her suddenly feel a great threat, and she must solve it quickly!

"You wait! If there is anything wrong with Brother Ru, I will break you and that little monk into pieces!! Xiangnu dragged her body and crawled to the side of Confucius, with a deep admiration and distress in her eyes, even if she was injured by him, she must be protected! Especially when you see that the youkai is at a disadvantage, you scream with a curse!

Look for death!

The little monk is Mu Qingmao's only shortcoming now, not only the object of the task, but also the mind of the host itself, he has become a reverse scale, and he will die if he touches it!

With a twist of her move, her eyes suddenly turned into beast vertical pupils, and her already tense mental instinct rushed over-

One palm through the heart!

When the demon qi that was hidden very deeply in Mu Qingmao's body felt that the blood qi began to surge, and at the same time began to fight against her own spiritual power, she said that it was bad, but her eyes slowly turned red from the idea of killing, and she even wanted to rush out to kill all the human beings in her heart!

It's too late.

Seeing that Xiangnu's tilted head and eyes were out of focus, and there were no signs of life, Mu Qingmao was a little relaxed, similar to the psychology of breaking a jar and falling, anyway, if you have already killed one, you don't have to be restrained.

Rushing towards the Taoist priest with an extremely fast speed, it had already penetrated his throat before he could activate the ability of the yellow rune! He slowly collapsed in disbelief, his throat 'purring', and finally staring at her ugly face, which he had slashed with a knife.

Mu Qingmao has already become stronger than the Taoist priest, but he is thinking about the clear space, so he has to resist the curse and can't make a direct killing move, and now that he has been stained with blood debt, of course, he can't leave a disaster!

She slowly walked towards the only living Confucian, watching his eyes almost collapse and crazy, watching him cowardly push away the corpse of the woman who loved him deeply, watching him crawl on the ground in embarrassment and retreat until there was no way to retreat.

Mu Qingmao smiled: "I won't kill you"

Without waiting for the joy in the eyes of the Confucian Sheng, he covered his mouth in pain and kept rolling on the ground.

"I will make your mouth speechless, life is better than death" looked at him coldly, reached out and cut off his tongue with spiritual power to stop the bleeding for him.

"Confucius, what are you doing? Look at her waiting for you. Mu Qingmao squinted, laughed and said at the same time, spiritual power slowly penetrated into every corner of this room: "Go quickly, today is your wedding." ”

Confucian Sheng's painful expression stopped abruptly, became confused, and then gradually became joyful and happy, he calmly looked at the Xiangnu on the ground, his eyes were deeply doted and happy, stretched out his hand and gently hugged her and hugged her on the bed.

It seems that everything has been forgotten, really today is just the night of candles in his cave room, the red he sees belongs to his happy silk, and his future can be realized after today!

Gently caressing her face, her pale and cold lips......

Mu Qingmao didn't look at it anymore, and slapped the Taoist priest's body on his bed with a very kind palm, looked at the blood-soaked rune paper on the ground and destroyed it with a sneer.

After the prototype left quickly, she was a little hesitant, what should the little monk who had broken the killing ring think of her, even if she returned to the palace and had turned around in the palace a few times, she didn't have the courage to return to the Scripture Pavilion.

I can go back to Zhenguo Temple in one day, but I'm afraid I won't be able to get in.

Feeling the demonic energy in the body caused by the killing is constantly tumbling and clashes with the aura, fighting, and even the body is faintly swollen as if it is about to burst, because the spiritual power is contaminated with blood and is also faintly rejecting this body, extremely good and extremely evil can only disappear in one side, there is no third choice.

In the end, Mu Qingmao did not return to the Scripture Pavilion, but went back outside to find a few gangsters who spread the news and used the hint to let them spread a message as soon as dawn, and she was afraid that the speed was not fast enough, so she hinted at many people whether she was tired or not, and when she finally felt that it was okay, she was about to start.

She sat on the roof of the Zhuangyuan's mansion and watched the first maid come to wake up Rusheng, and then everything started with a terrible scream.

Watching Confucius lie on top of the girl and wake up, and when he saw the hideous face around him, he was extremely panicked and terrified.

There is also a Confucian dog who rolls out of bed like a, like a madman, and sees the heart of the girl in his hand that wants to go crazy and wants to faint, but it is still the most stimulated but still awake.

There is also a scene where Confucian students are so frightened that they almost go crazy and incontinent, and they want to shout but there is no sound at all, only the ugly sound of Huo Huo.

Mu Qingmao was very happy, but he couldn't be happy, because he had to go back.

She turned back into her prototype and hesitated to return to the door of the Scripture Pavilion, and stood for a long time before holding her breath and making up her mind to gently open the door.

"Little fox! You're back, you're ......" Jingkong looked up from the scripture copied and was stunned when he saw the white fox moving over slowly: "You broke the killing ring!" ”

"Little monk, will you cross me?"