Even if she is a stranger on weekdays, she can help, not to mention that Guan Yayue helped her, the little girl is a more real person, and the grace of dripping water will be reciprocated by a spring, seeing him like a half-dead appearance, I can't bear it in my heart, and I try every means to save him, but unfortunately it's useless, Guan Yayue is still in a coma.

She was so anxious that one day she had the audacity to steal the clan order from the patriarch, and sneaked into the clan tomb to steal a few herbs with calming and tonic effects. This herb has been nourished in the cemetery for many years, and it has been too soothing and nourishing, and it can actually stabilize Guan Yayue's turbulent soul, and even make the fire in his heart a lot smaller.

Overjoyed, Yuan Yin went to steal it again, but this time, as soon as she finished picking the herbs, when she looked back, she saw Guan Yayue with blood in her eyes.

Guan Yayue seemed to be suppressing something, and said, "Prison Brown Ridge, the tomb of the stone silkworm clan?"

Huan Yin was so frightened that the herbs in her hand trembled, if the clansmen knew that she had let outsiders in, the end would be unimaginable, she was full of excitement, and said, "You, you go out quickly! Outsiders can't enter here!"

Hearing her shout, Guan Yayue's eyes seemed to flash a trace of dazedness, but the next moment, this dazed glimmer was replaced by a surging anger, which was terrifyingly red. He approached step by step, and his tone was a cold tone that was about to get out of control.

Guan Yayue said: "Get out of the way." ”

Yuan Yin knew that something was wrong, opened her arms to block Guan Yayue's sight, and said anxiously: "No! No, you can't! You, you go out quickly! You can't come! Don't come!"

However, Guan Yayue, who was on the verge of losing control, could not listen to her words, and lifted her several feet away with one palm, so the things she covered with her body were suddenly exposed in front of Guan Yayue.

It was an extraordinarily large and plump grass, greenish-brown in color, and there seemed to be a clear breath flowing through the veins, floating with a strange fragrance.

That's the Prison Brown Grass.

Xuan Yin struggled to get up, and when he saw Guan Yayue at this time, his eyes had been completely dyed blood-red, and there was only a touch of greenish-brown left in his pupils, and then, a strange excitement appeared on his face, and he quickly reached out to reach out to the prison brown grass.

In the scream of the voice, the imprisoned brown grass shattered in Guan Yayue's palm, turning into several wisps of rich air that drilled into his body.

Then, everything gets out of hand.

The stone silkworm clan is not good at fighting by nature, and although Guan Yayue is a dogtail grass, it was raised in the anger of a battlefield, and he practiced the tricks of fighting with people, coupled with the essence of inhaling countless demon cores of the stone silkworm clan, the demon power skyrocketed, and the pulse almost turned into substance, so this can almost be regarded as a massacre.

The voice was terrible, but nothing could be done.

Until she saw Qianguan holding the corpse of the patriarch, her eyes were split, staring at Guan Yayue's sword and falling with a hideous sword wind.

At that moment, almost without thinking, Yuan Yin rushed to Qianguan's face, wanting to block this blow for him, but unfortunately she didn't know whether she overestimated herself or underestimated Guan Yayue, she actually thought that a little demon like her could block Guan Yayue's blow, so as if she was mocking her actions, she and Qianguan, both of them, were pierced by Guan Yayue's sword.

Looking at each other, the voice cried: "Ah Qian, I'm sorry! It's all my fault, it's all my fault, it's all my ......."

Almost instantly, Qianguan guessed the reason for the incident, his eyes became disappointed and desperate, and when he opened his mouth, a large amount of blood gushed out, and he couldn't say a word.

When he woke up again, Pu Wu appeared in front of him, and she was lying in the palm of his hand in the original form of an inch-long stone silkworm. Pu Wu is one of the many monsters she has helped, and she is the only person who is willing to accompany her after this kind of incident. Among the dozens of clansmen who were rescued by Mo Wugui, they were alive, but they all lost their cultivation, revealing a bit of reluctance. She took the initiative to ask for guilt, but what she didn't expect was not a terrible punishment, just expelled from the family and never returned.

But when she was driven away, saw Qianguan who woke up in a daze, looked at the mess in a daze, and refused to even give her a look, she still thought of dying.

The thought grew higher and higher, but she had to atone for her sins, and she was to blame for all this! If it weren't for her, the patriarch who loved her wouldn't have ......

Qianguan spent nearly one hundred and fifty years cultivating into a great demon, and she stayed by her side for one hundred and fifty years, no matter what happened to him, she was the first to rush over to tempt, block injuries, and prevent disasters for him. However, with such a big pimple, how could Qianguan let go so easily?

She watched him conceal his clan and join the Qiancao Clan, and became a palace man under Guan Yayue, slowly climbing up little by little, climbing for fifty years, climbing to his current position, using Guan Yayue's trust to give him a fatal blow.

Although Guan Yayue tried her best to compensate for the stone silkworm clan later, whether it was a rare treasure, or a strange treasure, or a superb treasure, it was already too late, and it was impossible for Qianguan's hatred to be consumed. After all, his father's family died right in front of him.

"No one knew that he was so desperate when he was holding the body of the patriarch uncle, but when he looked at me, the despair was even more turbulent. ”

For a moment, the room fell into a deathly silence.

After a long time, Mo Wugui said, "I'm sorry." ”

Yuan Yin smiled reluctantly and said, "Why would Your Highness say I'm sorry? If it weren't for Your Highness's self-harm, I'm afraid the Stone Silkworm Clan would no longer exist now." ”

Mo Wugui wanted to say something, but swallowed it back. Now that 200 years have passed, it is useless to say anything, so why say more?

She stroked the little fox's white fur in her hand, trying to calm her mind, and just as she wanted to change the subject, the door was slammed open.

The palace man dressed in white shorts was panting, and he couldn't hide his anxiety and said: "Several! Something happened to my family!"

To be precise, it was Guan Yayue who had an accident in the torture hall interrogating Qianguan.

In short, it was probably Guan Yayue who tied Qianguan to the torture hall for a few words, and after a few thoughts, he felt that there was nothing to deal with, so he planned to let him go, but as soon as he untied the spirit rope on Qianguan's body, he suddenly burst out and pounced on Guan Yayue.

This pounce was simply terrifying - the thousand crowns seemed to have burned in the fire, and it seemed to have been frozen in the ice for many years, and the whole person emitted an extremely cold bright red aura, like some fierce beast was about to explode.

He's going to blow himself up!

Although Qianguan is not a Venerable, he is also a big demon, and once the pulse compressed to the extreme in the demon core bursts, Guan Yayue will become a waste person if he does not die. Now Guan Yayue is trying his best to suppress the thousand crowns is the limit, I really don't know how long I can last, the palace people have come to find no return, and the dead horse is a live horse doctor, hoping that she can do something.

It's a pity that Mo Wugui has lived for more than three hundred years, and he has never heard of a cultivator who can interrupt his self-explosion, and he is still calm on his face, but he has set off a storm in his heart.

But what is even more anxious is the sound of voices.

When a few people rushed to the torture hall, they heard Guan Yayue ask: "You-why are you so extreme?, aren't you afraid that Qingshan will have no firewood?!" There was a bit of anger in that voice, but it was not angry for himself, but more like angry for Qianguan and his jade burning.

Mo Wugui said in his heart, he didn't want Qianguan to die like this.

The self-detonation has begun, and no one can stop it, and her voice sounded like she was screaming, and she shouted hoarsely, "Ah Qian——!"

Qianguan heard this voice, and glanced at the sound very, very lightly, although it was heart-wrenching, it contained too many emotions that could not be expressed, and there was a soft and abnormal temperature floating in his eyes, which was clear and shallow, but it seemed to be able to melt a glacier.

Immediately afterward, the sound of the flesh popping from the bone marrow to the skin and flesh swept all the senses.

Pu Wu desperately pulled the heart-rending sound, and Mo Wugui swept into the center of the bloody rain.

She couldn't just watch Guan Yayue get hurt.

But this time, in this collapsed palace, in the midst of the frantically smashed stones, she was unharmed.

There was a person who protected her, blocked all the falling rocks, and said to her helplessly: "Momo." ”