"Whether you can hide or not is not up to you. Shen Moli clenched the seven-petal bone flower road.

Afraid that the seven-petal bone flower would be damaged, Lige sneered and took the lead in his hand. In her opinion, no matter how Shen Moli resists, he will not be able to escape the end of being under her control. If you look at the ants dying and struggling, Lige's movements are extremely refreshing, and there is absolutely no element of mud and water.

The speed of the lead is much faster than Lige itself, and Lige doesn't believe that Shen Moli still has the ability to escape from her lead. She deliberately pretended to relax her vigilance, not only to let Shen Moli find an opportunity to move, but also to wait for the opportunity to win the seven-petal bone flower, and then Shen Moli died.

The ability to not move the enemy and not move himself can be used easily in Lige. She doesn't look very old, but she lived three thousand years earlier. As the saying goes, when you are older, you have eaten more salt than you have walked. Most of the three thousand years of Lige were spent in the puppet army. Among the puppet army that will die if it is not strong, Lige has tasted countless successes and failures, and naturally can grasp when to be vertical and when to be tight.

It's just that Lige's abacus is accurate, but it is not accurate. In Lige's very proud space, her eyes seemed to turn into darkness for a moment, and she quickly returned to normal.

The abnormal darkness made Li Ge suspicious, and she looked at Shen Moli again vigilantly, and only after making sure that everything was as usual, did she put her mind at ease. Lige guessed that Xu was too preoccupied to see the fleeting darkness as an anomaly. I have been asleep for a long time, and I feel a little dizzy, which is probably normal.

In the current situation, Li Ge calculated that Shen Moli would try to deal with it. Leaning in the boundless darkness, Lige is like an eagle hunting in the middle of the night, waiting for the prey to show its feet.

She waited quietly, extending her patience to the extreme, but she did not wait for the situation she expected Shen Moli to escape in a hurry.

Shen Moli was still burning with the slight black flame on the palm of his palm, and he still stayed in place after Lige dispersed the lead, just staring at Lige without turning his eyes, as if he was waiting for something.

Seeing this, Li Ge chuckled: "Are you scared? Or are you waiting for him to wake up?" Why don't I kindly remind you, he won't wake up again, as long as I don't die or sleep, the person who leads me can only be a plaything that only follows me." ”

Li Ge said contemptuously, in her opinion, the mountain demon behind Shen Moli who didn't understand human language, except for being a little stronger, really didn't have anything that could catch her eyes. She couldn't understand why Shen Moli took the trouble to protect the monster, and she didn't have much interest in understanding it.

Although the last armor was originally tyrannical due to the light refracted by the deep spar, the spar came from the hand of Lige. But at the beginning, Lige just saw that the place was empty and uninhabited, and threw the spar at will, so he didn't know much about the identity of the mountain demon.

When Lige first saw Mojia, Mojia was already a mad mountain demon. In Lige's eyes, the state of madism is more like a headless and brainless existence, she just saw that the last armor had been rooted in the spar and became crazy, and there was no one else around, so she reluctantly accepted the end armor as a puppet soldier in her hands.

Unlike the puppet emperor's method of manipulating people, Lige's cultivation is relatively shallow, and her manipulation of people cannot last long. The slightest lead is the only way for her to manipulate the other party.

She can't control the dead, she only controls the minds of people with a single lead. Under the control of the lead, the controlled person will show signs of rage due to confusion.

Shen Moli guarded the armor carefully, and Lige had thought of attacking Shen Moli from behind by controlling the armor. It was only when she pressed the lead that she realized that the mountain demon was too irritable, and she couldn't accurately control the mountain demon when she attacked Shen Moli without any damage to the seven-petal bone flower.

has been manipulating people for many years, and with the tyrannical and uncontrollable mountain demons, Lige has not encountered many people. And most of the people who are difficult to control are mostly those who are not high in cultivation and are irritable by nature. Even if these people are controlled by the lead, they do not bring much benefit to the manipulator.

Normally, Lige would only use those people as a shield against danger, and nothing else. Embroidery still needs delicate needles, and this sneak attack on Shen Moli can be completed with a manic and uncontrollable mountain demon, which is obviously not feasible for Li Ge.

It's better to rely on others than on yourself, Lige decided that the mountain demon was useless, so he wanted to use the mountain demon as a bargaining chip to deal with Shen Moli. When necessary, JavaScript: Lige even wants to gamble with the life of the mountain demon to win the seven-petal bone flower.

Seeing his contemptuous words, Shen Moli didn't answer, and Li Ge was not annoyed. The lead she hid behind her back secretly circled a few times, and with the dexterous rotation of the fingertip lead, the mountain demon behind Shen Moli suddenly let out a strong roar.

In the midst of the roar, the rugged mountain demon slammed into a slam and suddenly cut off all the ropes that bound his body.

The mountain demon who had regained his freedom gasped, and the condensed body of the mountain and stone burst into green tendons, and violently grabbed Shen Moli's head from behind, imprisoning all of Shen Moli's actions.

"Run, can you run away from me?" Lige smiled brighter as she got stronger. She swayed her willow waist, jumped in front of Shen Moli in a few steps, snatched the seven-petal bone flower, and made a proud face at Shen Moli's spring breeze.

Seeing that Shen Moli was still looking at her coldly without wind and rain, Li Geruo seemed to be extremely unwilling, she pinched Shen Moli's delicate chin vigorously and lifted it up: "What I said is extremely accurate? No matter how you escape, it will only be the fish on my knife after all." ”

With a slightly lovely face, Lige was like a victorious princess, staring proudly at Shen Moli in front of her. It's just that the fingertips are lifting Shen Moli's chin, and from the skin it touches, what is transmitted to Lige is a strange hot feeling.

Strange in his heart, Li Ge pinched Shen Moli a few times with heavy weight with his fingers, but unexpectedly found that what he pinched was the girl's muscles, which was clearly a bunch of black flames.

In Lige's eyes, a faint superimposed shadow appeared. In the overlapping shadows, Shen Moli's figure became more and more blurred, but it was a black flame, flashing back and forth at the figure where Shen Moli was originally.

Hei Yan wrapped Lige in it and burned it very quickly before he could recover from his senses.

With a scream, Lige instantly sobered up, and she sacrificed her magic power and frantically pounced in the black flames, trying to extinguish the flame as soon as possible. However, the black flame burned extremely violently, and no matter how it was, Lige could not extinguish it.

Hot, soul-tearing, scorching heat. Under the continuous burning of the black flame, Lige gradually collapsed and knelt on the ground. She thought that awakening was the beginning of her rebuilding her glory, but unexpectedly, everything was a wedding dress for death.

"Receive. Shen Moli's voice came from the side.

The black flame that scorched Lige left Lige in an instant, and it was returned to Shen Moli's palm.

Li Ge knelt on the ground, looking at Shen Moli, who was unscathed not far away, and the mountain demon next to Shen Moli, whose eyes had returned to clear and pure white, with infinite resentment and unwillingness bursting in his eyes.