After finishing speaking, before Ling Zhao could say anything, she suddenly looked clear again: "You have a contract beast?" Fire-based? ”

"I see."

Ling Zhao didn't bother to explain, and directly hit the Red Shadow Flame on the body of that group of snakes, but in a moment, the group of snakes burned into ashes.

A flash of horror flashed in Liu Wumei's eyes, her last hole card was this group of snakes.

This time it was Liu Wumei who finally found the opportunity, and secretly followed Ling Zhao to the back mountain, she received an order, Ling Zhao must die, Liu Wumei thought that she could still handle Ling Zhao, after all, Ling Zhao was just an alchemist, and his spiritual cultivation ability was not strong.

But now......

A hint of fierceness flashed in Liu Wumei's eyes: "You forced me." ”

She put the flute to her lips again and blew it, this time it was a rapid flute sound, even more piercing than the previous one, Ling Zhao couldn't stop the flute by covering her ears, she only felt that her spiritual power seemed to be out of control, scurrying in the spiritual sea.

Sweat gradually broke out on his forehead, Ling Zhao tried his best to stabilize his mental strength, half-knelt on the ground, condensed the Red Mysterious Fire in his palm, and hit Liu Wumei.

"Ah——!h

The Red Flame knocked the flute down.

But the red dark fire was domineering, and it touched Liu Wumei's left face, and in just a few breaths, Liu Wumei's left face was burned to the ground, revealing the white bones of the forest.

She knelt on the ground, covered her face with her hands, and screamed incessantly.

Without the sound of the flute, Ling Zhao calmed down his mental strength, stood up from the ground, and pointed his sword at Liu Wumei: "I have never provoked you, but you have tried to harm me again and again, and now I will take your life!" ”

Just as the sword was about to stab into Liu Wumei's chest, suddenly-

A sharp wind blade struck and hit Ling Zhao's sword, and the next moment, Ling Zhao's sword was broken into two pieces, and the tip of the sword fell to the ground, raising a trace of dust.

Ling Zhao's face changed slightly.

Liu Wumei suddenly raised his head and looked around like crazy: "Lord! Lord save me! ”

Ling Zhao's face sank, the fine breeze blew the broken hair in front of Ling Zhao's sideburns, and only Liu Wumei's frightened shout of "Lord save me" remained in the entire air.

Ling Zhao hid the anger between his eyebrows: "You want to save her, I'm not as good as you!" ”

As her words fell, the half-cut long sword pierced into Liu Wumei's chest, leaving only half of her face to look at Ling Zhao in disbelief with her only eye, and there seemed to be doubts in her eyes, why didn't the Lord save her.

It's just that she can't wait for an answer any longer.

Ling Zhao watched Liu Wumei's body fall, she stood still, she didn't know if the so-called Venerable Lord was gone, she couldn't notice that someone was around her, she could only stand, perhaps, wait for that Venerable Lord to come down and kill her?

The environment was too quiet at the moment, and Ling Zhao could hear his slightly faster heartbeat.

The fallen leaves all around seem to have stopped.

Queer –

"Mei'er!"

The silence was broken by the violent screams of the head of the Liu family.

Ling Zhao heard the sound of hurried footsteps behind her, and then a chuckle suddenly sounded in her ears, the laughter was so close, she shook her head, trying to get the laughter out of her head, but-

"Kill him."

Like Satan's temptation.

A low, melodious voice kept clinging to her ears and invaded her mind: "Kill him." ”

"Ling Zhao, kill him."

As if with magical power, the footsteps behind her were getting closer and closer, and the voice in her ears was getting louder and louder, almost occupying her entire mind: "Okay Ling Zhao, go kill him." ”

The voice was seductive, repeating on her alarm clock.

Ling Zhao suddenly opened his eyes.

A touch of scarlet flashed in her dark eyes, with a murderous intent, she stomped her foot, the tip of the sword on the ground was shaken, Ling Zhao's left hand condensed spiritual power, and the tip of the sword floated in the air with her movements.

Suddenly, Ling Zhao turned around.

The tips of the swords stabbed forward together.

In front of him was the sad and unbelievable face of the head of the Liu family, his pupils constricted, and the tip of the sword was straight into his heart.

The head of the Liu family fell to the ground in response.

He didn't close his eyes until he died.

"Ling Zhao!"

A familiar voice rang out.

Ling Zhao woke up almost at the same moment, the anger in her eyes dissipated, and she seemed to hear another chuckle, and her face turned pale in an instant.

Behind the head of the Liu family were Mo Yun and others.

Mo Yun noticed Ling Zhao's strange appearance, and hurriedly flew forward to support Ling Zhao: "How is it?" ”

There was an imperceptible worry in his tone.

A blank look appeared in Ling Zhao's eyes: "I just now, it seems that I was controlled." ”

Mo Yun's eyes flashed with contemplation, and he pursed his lips: "Let's go back to the house first, don't be afraid, I'm here." ”

Ling Zhao looked at him and nodded.

In addition to Mo Yun, there were other people in Mo City who came here, who were almost rich businessmen from the Liu family, and they were startled when they looked at the scene in front of them.

"This ...... What's the situation? ”

"This is the head of the Liu family? And Liu Wumei? What's going on? ”

"How did we get here?"

The rich businessmen were puzzled, looked at each other, and after noticing Mo Yun, they just wanted to step forward to inquire about the situation, but Mo Yun walked away quickly with Ling Zhao in his arms, leaving only a hurried back for the rich businessmen.

Wealthy businessmen: "......"

There were still the bodies of Liu Wumei and the head of the Liu family lying on the ground, and someone stepped forward to take a look at it, and when they saw Liu Wumei's face, they were immediately frightened.

It's strange here, the rich merchants only take off their coats and cover the two of them, and then run down the mountain in a panic.

Mo Yun hugged Ling Zhao back to his house, and Ling Zhao remembered something: "Why did you appear in the back mountain." ”

Mo Yun pondered for a moment: "I followed them, and when I was in the city, I found that these people went to the back mountain for some reason, so I followed." ”

Ling Zhao was silent, and suddenly remembered the voice in his ears, if it was the Venerable Lord in Liu Wumei's mouth, then according to Liu Wumei's meaning, he should have wanted to kill himself, but why did he control her to kill the head of the Liu family in the end?

If Ling Zhao's guess was right, that Venerable Lord should not just want to let him only kill the head of the Liu family.

Those who came today, if it weren't for Mo Yun coming, then those people would have become Ling Zhao's sword souls.

Just, why?

Ling Zhao fell into her own thoughts, she thought of Liu Wumei's cry for help, with the cultivation of that mysterious person, if she wanted to save Liu Wumei, it would be easy to even kill Ling Zhao directly, but he didn't.

Maybe......

From the beginning, he wanted Ling Zhao to kill Liu Wumei.

If so, then why?

Liu Wumei's meaning was clearly that he wanted to kill himself.

Everything seemed to be confused again, she didn't know who the person in the shadows was, she didn't know why she wanted to kill herself, she didn't know what he wanted to do, he was acting very strangely.

Ling Zhao couldn't understand it.

Is it the original owner's enemy?

But in the memory of the original owner, Ling Zhao didn't remember this person.

"Alright."

His eyes were suddenly covered by a big palm, and his eyes fell into darkness, and Mo Yun's gentle voice was in his ears: "If you can't figure it out, don't think about it, everything will be revealed at the right time." ”

Ling Zhao pursed his lips: "But this kind of coveted taste is very uncomfortable. ”

Mo Yun let go of his hand and touched her head instead: "Let's sleep for a while." ”

Very strange, Ling Zhao originally wanted to say that he couldn't sleep, but after Mo Yun's words fell, Ling Zhao suddenly felt sleepy, his eyelids became heavier and heavier, and finally he couldn't help but fall asleep.

When Ling Zhao fell asleep, Mo Yun put her on the bed.

After walking out of the house and closing the door, Mo Yun waved his hand, and then a person came out of the shadows, the person was dressed in tight black, wearing a mask with blue fangs on his face, he walked in front of Mo Yun and knelt on one knee: "The person has been caught, so he will be pressed in the dungeon, and I respectfully ask the master." ”

"Hmm." Mo Yun nodded: "Find two people, follow her, and come out to protect her when necessary." ”

"Yes."

In the dungeon, the airtight walls, all kinds of eerie-looking torture instruments, and the sound of iron chains rubbing the ground, surrounded by candlesticks, and the candlesticks were burning with dark blue flames, illuminating the entire dungeon, looking gloomy.

Mo Yun came to the man who was chained step by step, someone brought him a chair, Mo Yun sat up, stretched out his boots and picked up the man's chin: "Why are you approaching Ling Zhao." ”

The kneeling person, his long hair was also scattered due to Mo Yun's forced upward movement, revealing his original face, his facial features were delicate, but his face was covered with bloodstains, and his body was also full of whip marks, if Ling Zhao was here, she would definitely be able to recognize it, the person in front of her was the Suyuan who was scattered with her on the back mountain.

Sukuhara gasped and snorted lightly: "Naturally, I want to hug her thighs, a sixteen-year-old third-order alchemist, what a good talent, her future achievements are immeasurable, of course I want her to fall in love with me, love me and love me inextricably, isn't this very cool?" ”

He laughed, the smile was too big and pulled at the wound, and he coughed in pain: "Isn't the Lord of Mo City thinking like this?" Ling Zhao is beautiful and talented, no one will be able to refuse, right? ”

"Otherwise, why would the Mo City Lord protect her so much?"

Mo Yun's expression was faint, so that people couldn't see his emotions: "Really? ”

He put away his boots, Shukuhara had no support, his head drooped, he was still laughing, laughing and coughing again, accompanied by the sound of chains rubbing against him. Mo Yun stood up and turned around without looking back: "It's useless, let's kill it." ”

The laughter behind him became louder and louder, as if mocking Mo Yun: "Mo City Lord, you can't kill me." ”

Mo Yun's footsteps paused: "Then try it." ”

Shuhara raised his head slightly, the smile on the corner of his lips gradually expanded, however, before his smile fully bloomed, the corners of his lips froze there, with disbelief in his pupils, he stiffly lowered his head, looking at the short sword with dark blue flames at the mouth of his heart: "You, you ......"

Mo Yun leaned sideways slightly, and the raised arm already showed that this short sword was shot by him.

"Does your confidence come from this clone?"