Menet's laughter was sharper than a woman's, piercing people's eardrums.

Huang Qingwan really regretted that he hadn't hacked that slut to death with a single knife before, and Mo Nai was so twisted that she wanted to hack him to death with two knives.

In the huge pit, Mo Jiu could not avoid it, and was directly pressed down by the corpse of the ancient divine beast.

"Hehehe, Mo Jiu, you finally died at my hands, just like this, it's really, too cheap for you-"

When Mo Nai saw this, he was immediately happy, "I really want to see what kind of expression Mo Zun will have when he knows that you are dead-"

He laughed and said, and sighed twice with a little regret.

Correct--

When the dust cleared, the expression on his face completely stiffened.

"What kind of expression do you want this prince to have?"

A gentle voice, like a spring breeze, came out of the dust-

A brilliant silver-blue color that made the entire night sky lose its lustre.

That slender and noble figure, like a god, suddenly appeared in front of Mo Jiu!

That, what a beautiful face that women want to dig a hole in the ground!

eyebrows, slightly thick and obliquely flying; eyes, pure and quiet; lips, as noble as a pink lotus; The nose is as tall and delicate as jade.

Everywhere, it is like the world's top painter, taking the most exquisite brush, carefully, painstakingly, and depicting one stroke at a time.

The long silver hair was slightly curly, like a microwave on the surface of a lake, hanging down behind him, up to knees-

And that face, Huang Qingwan had seen in Dongjiao Kingdom, it was that face when Feng Qiwu came out of the egg!

When I watched it back then, I was so amazed that I couldn't do it, but in addition to being amazed, I always felt that something was faintly wrong.

Now, seeing this face again, the elegance in every word is peerless, it is really bright, so she can't take her eyes off.

This face is Mozun's after all, only on Mozun's face can there be such vividness and such charm.

Huang Qingwan never dreamed that Mo Zun would suddenly appear at this time!

Outside of his body, a layer of silver-blue light formed a natural barrier, enveloping him and Mo Jiu inside.

Mo Zun stood in front of Mo Jiu, his hands slightly behind him, his expression was very soft, and he couldn't tell if he was angry or something.

Even looking up at Mo Nai hanging on the white tiger, it was as if he was giving Mo Nai a gift.

"Do you like such an expression?" Mo Zun has a faint smile as warm as the spring breeze in February, and between his gestures, he looks extremely elegant and noble, even his voice is faint, and his voice is also a very soft one, which sounds like a requiem, which makes people feel very comfortable from the bottom of their hearts.

Mo Jiu didn't expect that Mo Zun would come suddenly.

The sky is still the color of a moonlit night, and the time seems to be extraordinarily long-

What they didn't know was that seven days had passed since they entered the Mausoleum of the First Emperor.

This place, because of the magic, is completely, there is no daylight.

Only, eternal darkness.

"Cough-" Mo Jiu had been fighting with the four divine beasts for so long, and he had suffered a lot of internal injuries, so he coughed again and spit out a mouthful of blood.

The blood fell to the ground and turned into a brilliant blood crystal.