Chapter 252, fate

The little lady's gaze shone with unkindness.

For the young patriarch of the Peng clan, she has no good impression at all. After the Hundred Clans King Sacrifice, my brother became a little god, but this thing that should have been happy made my father sad all day, and even after a while, he sent Liuying out on some secret mission.

What's even more annoying is that since they met in the ring of the royal sacrifice competition, Mu Bai has been walking around the fox clan's immortal mansion for three days without incident, and sometimes he will go to his brother to chat privately for a while, but more often he is like a fart around him, which is annoying... also thanks to his sharp teeth, this is not a few days, the young people in the clan seem to be familiar with him, and even his nickname of "little miss" has been heard by him...

"Hey... It's indecent to call the girl by her name, I think the title of 'little miss' is good, gentle and cute, and a little playful, really..."

Quiver!

Before he finished speaking, a row of willow leaf flying knives shot out in the direction where Mu Bai was standing just now, although he quickly disappeared into the dense fog without a trace, but still cut off a few wisps of green silk from him...

"If you don't have a long memory, cut your tongue off next time!"

"Yes, yes, Xiaosheng remembered, and asked Miss Yujiao to calm her anger."

Confessing his guilt repeatedly, Mu Bai took a few steps back and bowed down to apologize - this appearance of knowing mistakes and being able to change Yujiao had long been out of expectation... This bastard is like this, while seriously admitting his mistakes, turning his head, but forgetting it completely, it is really hateful.

"Hmph."

With a cold snort, the little lady raised her legs and walked towards the depths of the mist, and she had no intention of continuing to pursue with Mu Bai... Without him, going out to find the shadow this time was the task that the old fox asked Mu Bai to do, and it was said that he would have to convey a message. It's just that under Yujiao's insistence. In all kinds of helplessness, Mu Bai had no choice but to take her on the road with her, ha, from this point of view, she is the same as this handsome son, quite a bit of a vow not to give up until the goal is reached.

Little Miss Action. Mu Bai stopped talking, shook the paper fan gently, and he was dressed in green clothes like a Confucian student, and he quickly caught up and went to the depths of the fog together. After a long time, there were a few happy laughter, or a few angry scoldings and forgiveness in the middle of the dense forest. Fortunately, they are getting closer and closer to their destination.

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The Shadow has grown numb.

Mo Xue swung out of thin air, blocking the countless blasts of impact and fragments. While bringing the seedlings around me who have not undergone cultivation, or who are old and weak, women and children, to a safe place... Flying again, looking back, the center of the battle array was already a miserable Shura scene.

The severed limbs and wreckage were scattered all over the place, and the strong smell of blood was prohibitive, but in the center of that qiē, the bloodied monster god of war seemed to be forever tireless. Tear to shreds wave after wave of fighters rushing towards you.

Cruel, bloodthirsty ... There was only a crazy glint in his hungry wolf-like eyes. The strange cold light and the hatred of humans were combined to create the monster it is today...

Yes... What a terrible and pathetic monster this is.

The Moxue Sword in his hand was clenched and then relaxed, and then clenched again. The magic weapon that has accompanied Liuying for many years seems to be able to feel the master's mood, sometimes emitting dazzling and brilliant light, and sometimes silently.

A voice in his heart told him that he should draw his sword immediately and put an end to this sad story. But at the same time, reason is very calm and warns, rushing forward rashly, and he will be like those human beings who do not measure themselves, and end this life hastily and die unexpectedly.

The hand holding the sword trembled... For swordsmen. This is an unforgivable sin, and even more so an unforgivable sin for a man who is destined to spend his whole life and life to atone for his sins!

Liuying never imagined that the morality and humanity that he had always upheld would have such a fierce conflict, and he had seen through life and death that he thought that he was finally free from all the negative emotions of human beings, but he did not expect that this forced choice between one group of people and another group of people would be so painful.

Draw your sword?

If you die here, who should your fellow people rely on to save you...

Running away?

If you retreat here, before Linglong appears, how many creatures will the Miao Jiang Wu Clan fall into the Nine Hells...

Torment, pain.

Liuying, who had clearly surpassed the human being, never thought that he would experience these pains again... He never thought of becoming a saint, but on this path of atonement, it seemed as if he was destined for it. He was destined to agonize in pain about the fall of other lives.

Taking a step forward, his right hand was even whited from the grip of the hilt of his sword, and he knew very well that he had to make a choice, and that by waiting, he was just allowing the disaster to expand further.

Stand up and progress.

The eyes of the flowing shadow burned with a decisive light, because of confusion and firmness, because of fear and bravery, that kind of feeling, I am afraid that many people will not have the opportunity to experience in this life.

But today, it is not destined to be the day when he blooms...

From the misty sky, a woman fell from the sky with a thousand rays of light, she seemed to be an immortal left from the nine heavens, beautiful and sublime not like mortals.

But now, it seems that only the fairy who exists in the legend has lost half of her usual calmness.

In the distance, surrounded by countless people, Linglong returned. She looked at him, staring at him without blinking, her face pale beyond measure...

Is there anything more painful than watching the monster that he created with his own hands destroy his own people?

For Linglong, who is bent on protecting the Wu clan and even prospering the Wu clan, the Wu clan in front of her almost ruined her own desire to pursue immortality... The monster she had created with her own hands was now covered in the blood of her people, and her hands were stained with the evil killing, like a monster crawling out of hell.

With a roar, the beast god's crazy roar once again crushed the ants around him, and when his already reddened eyes scanned the audience, he finally locked on the woman in the wide-sleeved fairy dress... As if suddenly struck by an invisible thunderbolt, that ugly monster suddenly shocked everyone!

Not sure why.

He was scared, he felt as if he was really wrong, but he didn't know, he really didn't know what he had done wrong...

One person, one beast, just looked at each other from afar, and finally, in a solemn mood, Linglong raised his right hand.

Mikoto, it's a shot. (To be continued......)