With a silent thought in his heart, as soon as the aura around Demon Feather moved, there was a trace of strong man's coercion attacking Mo Chen. Elder Taishang didn't let him hurt Mo Chen, so he only released part of his momentum, which made Mo Chen feel scared and voluntarily went back with him.

The moment the black figure trembled, Mo Chen only felt that a black giant eagle suddenly appeared in the other party's body, and its ten claws were wide open like golden hooks, and it screamed in the sky, and Mo Chen came agitated.

"This man is a madman who kills people without blinking, and I have almost no hope of defeating him. And in the face of this kind of murderous maniac who is always vigilant, there is no chance to show it at all."

Feeling that his chances of escaping were slim, but the giant eagle with the power of vitality had already arrived in front of him, Mo Chen unconsciously took a step back, and just wanted to use his vitality and crush the power of the vitality that was not strong, but he saw that the approaching power dispersed and disappeared in front of him.

Mo Chen withdrew his hand depressedly, thinking about his situation, he couldn't help but feel cold to the soles of his feet, could he just be caught back like this?

But if he was forced by those two old families and gangs to keep the secret of his origin, what was the difference between asking for his life, even death, he would not let these two old things succeed.

"Come back with me, or ...... Death" saw that Mochen was shocked by his momentum and retreated, but he was still stunned uninterestingly, the hoarse voice of the black feather man came out without emotion, and after just a few words, the man was quiet again, as if waiting for Mochen's reflection, and it seemed that patience was about to reach the limit. But the momentum around him has become slightly uneasy.

He Demon Feather has been an enemy all his life, and he has always only met to draw his sword, and talking so much with Mo Chen like today has already made him a little uncomfortable, if the person in front of him is so motionless again, he doesn't mind first killing Mo Chen half dead and then bringing it back.

Mochen was helpless, the man with black feathers was so unsympathetic, he only said that he wanted to kill someone, which was completely an evil demon who killed people without blinking.

Naturally, he was not motionless, but was thinking of a way to deal with it, but this black feather man didn't give him a chance to think about it at all, so he had no choice but to hurry up and say, "It's naturally okay to go back with you, but you always have to tell me who sent you, so that I can be prepared."

Toba Nan's words are short, that's because he hasn't talked much about his experience, which is the potential of the killer and the precursor to the killing. And if Mochen wants to have a chance to escape, then he must break the routine of this Toba man and let him talk, only by talking too much can he mess up his killing situation, and he Mochen can have a chance.

The cold eyebrows in the demon feather's messy hair shrank uncomfortably, and his eyes suddenly became red, he didn't like annoying things, even if this ink dust was not interesting, then he could only give him color.

The originally slightly lowered head was raised, and the momentum exploded in an instant, and the aura of the peak of the Nine Stars of Chengwu all agitated the wind stirred by the black feather cloak around him, and he stood upside down like a thorn. At the same time, the black vitality also surged out quickly with the shaking body, like thousands of blackbird eagle heads, surrounding the body, and the right hand poked straight out into eagle claws, and the body turned into an afterimage, which instantly moved to the front of Mo Chen, and fiercely clamped Mo Fa's neck.

"Poof......" only to feel a powerful momentum vibrating, his throat was pressed hard, Mo Chen's head was dizzy, and the depression in his chest made him uncomfortable, and he couldn't help but spurt out a mouthful of blood. Cough...... Cough...... coughed, coughed a few times, but it was the throat that was clamped, and he couldn't cough up a full breath at all.

Chengwu Nine-Star's powerhouse Thunder came out to arrest, only in Chengwu One-Star's ink dust, and he didn't have any reaction ability, but he was caught in the throat and suffered internal injuries, which was still the reason why the other party didn't kill him.

At this time, Mo Chen, who was deeply powerless, hated that his cultivation was too low, and in the face of the enemy's blows, he had no ability to resist, his heart was hurt and depressed, his hands struggled, and his cough was even more encouraging.

"I've passed, either go or die, don't ask anything else" was still an indifferent voice, although the black feather man was dead, but the hand holding the ink dust was not deadly. Maybe the word dead has become something on his lips all day long, except for these words, he won't have too much.

So although he died, Elder Taishang took him back alive, but he didn't dare to kill him, and you didn't listen to me.

Demon Feather almost never talks about killing, but today he made so many exceptions, and he felt very uncomfortable and weird in his heart, so after he warned Mo Chen that the second sentence was fruitless, he couldn't control the killing intent in his heart, and he burst out in an instant. But when he grabbed the ink dust, he was slightly sober and slowed down, others wanted to live, if he died, the consequences were not what he wanted to bear.

You're in luck!

didn't answer the cold-faced man's words, although Mo Chen was caught uncomfortably, but as long as he was not dead, he would not give up his desire to live.

At such a close distance, he observed the cold-faced man's face, and now, Mo Chen finally saw it clearly, the dark feather man's dull lonely gaze, the face that was covered by long hair, but he couldn't see the slightest emotion.

It seems that the instantaneous killing of the blow just now, Mo Chen's death or immortality, has nothing to do with him. Only the flickering shrinkage between the eyebrows did Mo Chen be sure that he didn't want to die by himself, at least, not now.

It's just that his eyes, like a withered tree, seem to be a walking corpse without any autonomous soul, and only the task ordered by his master is the only reason for his existence in the world! His life is only to kill, even if he wants to catch the ink dust alive, he still can't control his killing momentum, this is a body that is fixed by killing.

He had nothing more than to complete the task of killing!

This was the only feeling that Mo Chen had for the man's gaze. Did he follow Elder Taishang with all his heart, or was he forced by him? Mo Chen didn't know, but he felt that the huge force that was holding him had finally loosened a lot, and he coughed up the remaining blood that was stuffed in his mouth.

Cough...... Cough......

"Ahem...... Are you forced by him?" Although he knew that he shouldn't say more to this person, lest he not know when he would go crazy and trap himself again, Mo Chen still asked. For he had already read something from the man's gaze, and he already had the low tone of words. And his hope is only in this black-feathered man, if he is caught, then his fate is really unimaginable.

He only asked the words that he read out of his eyes, and if he didn't have a seizure, it was a success, and if he had a seizure, then he was a fool. The left and right are dead, if they don't die here, they will be taken back by him, and the death will be even more miserable and aggrieved. Instead of dying in such a painful way, then he might as well fight for a glimmer of hope, big deal, just a few days early.

"You shouldn't ask too much...... It's better to go back with me" The faint voice did not have a murderous attack because of Mo Chen's words, but the black feather man was abnormally indifferent. He let go of the hand that was holding Mochen's neck and wiped the feathers of his cloak that had been sprayed red with blood.

Mochen was overjoyed, just wondering if you were going to let me go. But it was the black feather man who stretched out his hand and grabbed it, and said no, he picked him up with one hand, jumped into the air a few times, and stepped on the edge of the room, and turned around, and kept stepping on the room with skillful movements, and one of the people on the seat jumped over, and quickly went to the Mo family.

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