Seeing that he didn't show weakness, Wang Dong smiled instead, and had to admit that this girl's smile was very good-looking.

Especially the taste of disdain and contempt in it, which ignited Mo Yuan's psychology of pressing her to the ground and rolling three times.

"I don't know your name yet." The young man asked contemptuously.

"A person who will soon disappear in Shrek is not qualified to know my Mo Yuan's name."

Wang Dong still maintained a pleasant smile, and suddenly approached Mo Yuan and said, "Very good." I don't think I need to know that you're going to disappear from Shrek Academy anytime soon. Let's go, stupid. ”

As he spoke, he turned and walked out first.

Mo Yuan stood still for a moment, and followed with a gloomy face.

Just now, his spiritual web produced a high-frequency tremor, and even when he dissolved the spiritual attack of the Ten Thousand Year Blood Eye Demon Tiger, he didn't react so violently.

Why did a goddess of light, a butterfly martial soul with no spiritual attributes, react to such an extent from the web of minds!

What a Tang San, what a Tang San!

Shrek Academy covers a very large area, and each building is separated by a large open space. Wang Dong stood directly in the open space outside the dormitory, turned around and hooked his finger at Mo Yuan.

Anger burned in his heart, but Mo Yuan's eyes suddenly showed a hint of pity when he looked at Wang Dong.

He thought of a passage where the God King Tang San sacrificed his daughter Xiao Qi to obtain high-level fusion materials-Wang Dong, Divine Consciousness Fragments, and Memory Fragments.

God King Tang San consumes the memory fragments of high-level fusion materials Wang Dong, Wang Qiu'er, and Xiao Qi to obtain a new daughter, Tang Wutong.

Tang Wutong's only role is to destroy Huo Yuhao's backbone, heart, and arrogance, and become an iron chain that turns a mad dog into a domestic dog.

You think you're the little princess of Haotian Sect, but in fact, you're just a consumable in the eyes of the God King!

The indescribable pity in Mo Yuan's eyes pierced Wang Dong's heart like an inexplicable stinger, this was the first time she had such an uncomfortable feeling.

It's like a butterfly that has been pressed into a spider's web with a finger, and the whole body is full of uncomfortable feelings.

Two soul rings, one yellow and one purple, emerged from under his feet.

A pair of blue butterfly wings behind Wang Dong opened instantly, and the color of the two ends of the forewings changed from dark blue, azure blue, and light blue to the sky, and the entire wing surface was like a blue sky inlaid with a string of bright halos, in a V-shape, bringing light to the world. Its shape, color, and color are incomparably beautiful.

The sudden appearance of such gorgeous wings gave people a sense of shock, and almost all the students around them, regardless of gender, let out exclaims.

At the door of the dormitory, Moon raised his head slightly, a curious light flashed in his dim eyes, he looked at Wang Dong with interest, and said to himself: "Goddess of Light Butterfly, these two little guys may be interesting." ”

Wang Dong suppressed his sadness and anger, and shouted: "It's too late to admit defeat now!" ”

Mo Yuan just stood in place, not even releasing the martial spirit, and said, "Let's start." ”

"Look for death!"

Under the influence of Wang Dongyan's arrogance, rudeness, contempt, and pity, and a mental fluctuation that was too obscure for Moon to detect, an inexplicable and wonderful anger overwhelmed her reason like a volcanic eruption.

With her wings flapping, she rushed forward at great speed, crashing into Mo Yuan like a brilliant blue meteor.

Losing his mind, this unskillful blow is like a child's play. Mo Yuan dodged sideways, raised his foot and kicked Wang Dong's soft buttocks.

This proud and bright butterfly fell to the ground as if it had lost its balance, and even scratched a lot of skin on its face and hands under the high-speed impact.

Mo Yuan joked: "Don't lie to me if you break your appearance." ”

"Wow, aa

Wang Dong's wings converged behind his back, and he rushed straight up like this and punched and kicked out.

"It's too slow, it's too slow."

Wang Dong's attacks were all dodged by Mo Yuan, and her amazing body flexibility and physical skills were almost completely crushed in the face of the absolute gap.

Next, she even gave up dodging Mo Yuan's provocative attack, and swung straight with all her strength with one punch and one kick, but Mo Yuan easily blocked it.

The two of you come and go, like a butterfly fluttering.

"Hey, hey, hey, if you fight like this, you'll tire yourself out!"

Mo Yuan felt that this stupid spore was not in the right mental state, and pushed hard to separate the two.

Wang Dong shouted with tears in his eyes and crying: "I want you to take care of it!" ”

It's me who gets beaten, what are you crying about when you step on a horse?

Are women so unreasonable?

As if he was sober, Wang Dong's wings waved and flew in the sky.

The yellow soul ring flickered, and the first soul skill wing guillotine was activated, and the edges of the butterfly's wings suddenly became extremely sharp.

Looking at the pair of wings overlapping and cutting down like a cross, Mo Yuan sighed, is it really true to force Lao Tzu to play?

Soul power poured out, forming a black sharp spike in each of the palms of each hand.

Fallen to the heavens to evil power, wind and thunder thorns.

The two spikes were so precise that they landed on Wang Dong's slender winged guillotine, and a crisp sound of gold and iron suddenly sounded.

Extreme evil is the limit of the sublimation of darkness, and it has an almost crushing advantage over ordinary light attributes that are not even sacred. The Evil Soul Power, which was completely controlled by Mo Yuan, finally touched the delicacy that made it salivate, and almost spontaneously invaded Wang Dong's body.

It's just like magma entering the sea, and this supreme evil soul power is instantly neutralized and eliminated by a strange force. Wang Dong's Goddess of Light Butterfly Martial Soul's light attribute alone naturally couldn't do it, this must be Tang San's backhand left on Wang Dong's body.

Mo Yuan watched coldly as Wang Dong quickly retreated into the air after the collision, and then fell heavily to the ground.

Even if Tang San has a back hand in your spiritual sea and body, can he still protect your mind?

As long as you dare to stay by my side, sooner or later you will fall from the light to the darkness.

Wang Dong sat on the ground in a daze, Mo Yuan's wind and thunder thorns just now directly damaged her martial soul wings, and the martial soul was injured and caused the soul power in the soul master's body to be disordered, which was the reason for her fall.

The severe physical pain, the abnormal mental discomfort, and the emotional confusion all exploded together at this moment, making the pampered little princess instantly lose the consciousness of continuing to fight.

"Woo woo, woo woo ......"

With the duck-like girl posture and the undisguised crying voice, Wang Dong was almost crying at the moment.

When had she ever encountered something like this?

She wanted to cry, she wanted to ask for help, but she didn't know who could help her. In her hazy consciousness, the back that should have made her feel warm became looming, and the pace of fading away was so ruthless.

At this moment, she was like a butterfly falling into a quagmire, losing her bright light and beautiful wings, revealing her sad and weak insect-like body.