"Who are you?" Mo Lao got up from the ground and looked at the person who suddenly appeared in the cellar. With such a strong aura, he is a spiritual person. Mo Lao's eyes lit up instantly.

"You are a spirit man. Hahaha, you turned out to be a spirit man. That's great. Mo Lao looked at Murong Qingli greedily.

Leng Yue'er listened to Mo Lao's crazy laughter and looked at him, embarrassed, with blood hanging from the corners of her mouth. Murong Qingli's slap was not light. The walls were sunken.

Looking at the greed in Mo Lao's eyes, Leng Yue'er felt sorry for him.

"He bullied me." Leng Yue'er looked at Murong Qingli pitifully. She didn't want to let this madman go so easily.

"He hit him in the face too?" Murong Qingli looked at Leng Yue'er's red and swollen face, and with a slight stroke of her fingers, Leng Yue'er felt a coolness on her face.

The three girls in the corner were surprised to see that the redness and swelling on Leng Yue'er's face had receded. I can't help but be more curious about this beautiful man who suddenly appeared?

"Uh-huh. Hit it several times. Leng Yue'er felt that she was speaking clearly. No more biting of the tongue.

"Don't worry, I'll call you back." Murong Qingli gently put Leng Yue'er on the ground, stood up, and walked towards Mo Lao.

Mo Lao looked at Murong Qingli who was walking towards him, and a cold air hit him. Mo Lao didn't care about this, all he cared about was the blood of the spirit man in front of him.

"You hit her." Murong Qingli's words seemed to be asking Mo Lao, and it seemed to be talking to himself.

The three girls in the cellar looked at Murong Qingli's aura that cooled down in an instant, and couldn't help but be suppressed.

Leng Yue'er looked at the aura emanating from Murong Qingli and remembered when he had bullied that water ghost before.

This is the anger from hell, how could Mo Lao bear it.

"Yes, hahaha, that's what I called." Mo Lao looked at Murong Qingli with a sneer.

Leng Yue'er couldn't help but roll her eyes when she heard what he said, this madman was dead.

"Good. Very good. Murong Qingli looked at Mo Lao with a smile.

Mo Lao looked at the smile on Murong Qingli's face, and the smile on his face stopped. Looking at Murong Qingli, who was getting closer and closer, she didn't know why her body was trembling inexplicably.

The temperature in the cellar dropped to freezing in an instant. Leng Yue'er felt very cold. Looking at Murong Qingli, is this guy going to freeze the people here to death?

"Murong Qingli, I'm cold."

As soon as Leng Yue'er's words fell, the temperature in the cellar instantly rose a lot.

"Smack." Murong Qingli walked to Mo Lao's side and slapped him mercilessly.

Mo Lao, who slapped this slap, fell directly to the ground. There were several of those teeth. Leng Yue'er looked at the corners of Mo Lao's bleeding mouth, hey, this guy didn't use all his strength, this is still the torture method. Does this guy like to take pleasure in torturing people?

"Smack." Murong Qingli dragged Mo Lao up from the ground and slapped him again. Mo Lao's teeth fell out again, and the blood at the corners of his mouth kept flowing.

"Ahh The little girl couldn't stand this scene and screamed in fright. Murong Qingli didn't pay attention to it. Another slap in the face.

Mo Lao has been beaten beyond recognition at this moment, but Murong Qingli has no intention of stopping.

Leng Yue'er looked at Murong Qingli like this, helpless. This guy is obviously a demon from hell, but he is a spirit who guards world peace, which is really ironic.

"Murong Qingli, that's enough." Leng Yue'er saw that Murong Qingli was about to fight again, and couldn't help but stop it.

Murong Qing glanced back at Leng Yue'er, then at Mo Lao, and reluctantly threw him to the ground with his bloody face. turned around and walked over to Leng Yue'er, and took out a handkerchief to wipe the blood off his hands. walked to Leng Yue'er's side, bent down and hugged her.

"Let's go back."

"Hmm."

When Leng Yue'er opened her eyes, she found herself in Murong Qingli's arms, and the ghost old man was watching her from the side. There are no four evil ghosts around him, and there is no madman like Mo Lao.

Ji Lingchen watched Leng Yue'er wake up and planned to go over, but after glancing at Murong Qingli, he stopped his steps again.

"What's going on with Murong Qingli?" Leng Yue'er came out of Murong Qingli's arms and touched her face, which was indeed not swollen. However, Leng Yue'er looked at her raised hand, which was tied with Murong Qingli's clothes strap on her wrist.

"You did it yourself." Ji Lingchen looked at Leng Yue'er's puzzled expression and explained.

"I did it myself?" Leng Yue'er was dumbfounded.

"No, with the hairpin on your head, you drew it yourself. It's so yourself. Ji Lingchen looked at Leng Yue'er and quipped. The face that was originally smiling instantly lost its smile after coming into contact with Murong Qingli's cold eyes.

Leng Yue'er looked down and did see a bloody hairpin on the ground, Leng Yue'er knew that it was her own.

"What about the four demons?"

"Destroyed by your man." Ji Lingchen pointed at Murong Qingli.

"My man?" Leng Yue'er frowned and looked at Murong Qingli. Murong Qingli smiled at her.

Laugh a fart. Leng Yue'er rolled her eyes at him.

"Who are you?" Mo Lao frowned as he looked at the man who suddenly appeared in the cellar.

Leng Yue'er looked at this scene, why did she feel so familiar.

"A child can't look at something so bloody." Murong Qingli looked at Leng Yue'er with a smile.

"What?" Before Leng Yue'er could react, she was pulled in front of Murong Qingli.

"Murong Qingli 、、、、、、" Leng Yue'er didn't finish speaking, but she felt that her eyes were dark. Murong Qingli tied a handkerchief to his eyes.

"Take care of her." Murong Qingli looked at Ji Lingchen and said coldly.

"Uh-huh." Hey, the gap, I'm so gentle with that dead girl, why is it like this to myself. Ji Lingchen's heart collapsed.

"You ask me who I am." Murong Qingli looked at Mo Lao with a smile and walked over to him.

"I'll tell you who I am now."

"Smack."

Leng Yue'er knew that the slap had begun. Leng Yue'er obediently didn't take the handkerchief off. Since he didn't want himself to see it, he didn't want to see it.

Ji Lingchen looked at Murong Qingli who was so vicious, and he was so frightened in his heart. This guy must not mess with him in the future.

"Smack." 、、、、、、、 Leng Yue'er didn't pay attention to remember how many times Murong Qingli hit Mo Lao, all she cared about was why Mo Lao didn't shout. There should be a scream in pain.

"Smack."

"Murong Qingli, don't fight."

Ji Lingchen heard Leng Yue'er stop it, and instantly breathed a sigh of relief. He didn't want to look any further. It's miserable. The madman's face has been deformed, and besides, it's good that the person is already dead. Ji Lingchen looked at the madman standing next to Murong Qingli, hey, is it necessary to bully a dead person like this. Let him watch his corpse be humiliated after death, this is to make him feel at ease when he dies.

"Girl." Murong Qingli was taken aback.

"It doesn't hurt to hit so many hands." Leng Yue'er took off the handkerchief on her face, and was stunned when she saw the two madmen, who were actually dead.

Leng Yue'er walked to Murong Qingli's side. Murong Qingli threw Mo Lao to the ground. Leng Yue'er picked up the bloody hand, "Does it hurt?" ”

"It hurts."

"Why does this madman care about him so much. It's better to just kill it. ”

As soon as Leng Yue'er said this, Ji Lingchen shuddered. They are all cold-blooded people. Sure enough, it's not a family that doesn't enter the door.

"That would cheapen him."

"You can't let yourself be offended." Leng Yue'er gently blew that hand.

"It hurts. It feels like it's going to be wasted. Murong Qingli looked at Leng Yue'er and said pitifully.

"Hmm. I feel it. Leng Yue'er looked at Murong Qingli with a look of pity.

Ji Lingchen looked at these two people with eyebrows and was speechless. He's still here. He's dead, but you can see it. Don't think it's good to be out of sight.

"Smack."

"Girl, this is too ruthless."

Ji Lingchen looked at this sudden change stupidly.

"Does it hurt?"

"It hurts." Murong Qingli stretched out the hand that was beaten by Leng Yue'er. It's very pitiful. Ji Lingchen felt that he was very pitiful. was loved by his lover in every way in the last second, and was beaten the next second. It's pathetic.

"It hurts." Leng Yue'er gave a roll of her eyes.

"Hey, the girl is really ruthless. I don't know that I feel sorry for my father-in-law. Murong Qingli complained.

"Xianggong, do you still want to be distressed?" Leng Yue'er shook her hand and looked at Murong Qingli with a smile.

"Yes."

"I'm sick."

"Yes."

"If you are sick, treat it quickly."

"It's not curable. The cancer is terminal. ”

"So serious. Then wait for death. ”

"Uh-huh. I think so too. Love you are already terminally ill of cancer. There is no help. Hey, I can only wait for death silently. Lady, if I die, you will be widowed. ”

"Rest assured. When you die, I will definitely find a better one. ”

"You dare."

"You see if I dare."

"Ahem. Those two, you notice that there are two more people. Ji Lingchen pointed at himself and Mo Lao. Hey, I thought the style of painting had changed. As a result, the small couple flirted and scolded.

"Hmm." Murong Qingli frowned. Mo Lao, who was still terrified over there, was gone.

"The soul is gone." Leng Yue'er sneered and looked at the place where Mo Lao disappeared.

"Hmm."

Ji Lingchen looked at the place where Mo Lao disappeared and was speechless. It won't be me next. Ji Lingchen looked at Murong Qingli, thinking about how much chance he had of escaping, but the result was very obvious, zero. This guy's cultivation is terrifying.

"Let's go back. I am tired. Leng Yue'er glanced at Ji Lingchen and knew what he was thinking. As soon as his arm was stretched, he put it on Murong Qingli's neck.

"Okay." Murong Qingli stopped her waist and picked her up. disappeared from Ji Lingchen's sight.

"Hey, this girl is the heart." Ji Lingchen looked at the direction in which they disappeared and chased after them.

"Murong Qingli, how did you find me?" As the space moved, Leng Yue'er buried her head deep in Murong Qingli's arms. Hey, she's really tired.

"Wherever you are, I can find you."

"Then please find it quickly next time. Good no good? ”

"Good. Next time, you will definitely find it all at once. ”

"Don't forget, if I'm gone, you must find me as soon as possible."

"Never forget."

"Well, I slept."

"Okay."

Murong Qingli glanced back at the back. Ji Lingchen was shocked. He was already careful and was still discovered. Ji Lingchen looked at the front, gritted his teeth, and followed.