"Miss Yan Xue, don't be angry." Mo Qing was a little polite to Ouyang Yanxue, and when he raised his foot, he stepped on Ji Xiaohu's chest fiercely.

"Poof--" In Ji Xiaohu's body, the ribs were suddenly broken a few more, and he spit out a mouthful of blood, trembling in pain.

Mo Qing's cold boots, on him, ruthlessly crushed, his small body couldn't bear such strength at all.

Mo Qing's eyes fell on the small worn-out iron kettle on his chest, and he said coldly, "This thing seems to be pretty good." ”

"Senior brother, what good things can this little brute have!" Ximo didn't understand a little, stepped forward, followed Mo Qing's gaze, and said coldly.

"Yes, brutes are brutes, and brutes don't even need to look at them!" Mengli also walked up, hugged Mo Qing's arm, and said in a soft voice.

Mo Qing was silent, stepped directly on Ji Xiaohu's chest, and the whole person squatted down, his cold eyes glancing at his small iron kettle.

"Well, sure enough, it's not ordinary." He sneered, stretched out his big hand, and was about to tear off Ji Xiaohu's small iron kettle.

"Don't--" Ji Xiaohu roared hoarsely, with a pair of big black and white eyes, at this time, it was actually dyed with a bit of blood.

"Hmph." Mo Qing snorted coldly and pulled hard.

The small iron kettle couldn't be taken off Ji Xiaohu's neck at all, Mo Qing's eyes were cold, and he pulled the rope on the iron kettle fiercely while stepping on Ji Xiaohu.

The rope hanging from the small iron kettle instantly fell into Ji Xiaohu's flesh, scraping off a large piece of skin on his neck, and immediately dripping with blood.

"Don't!" Ji Xiaohu's eyes were bloodshot, that was the only thing his mother left him! He will never allow anyone to be taken away from him!

"Hahaha--" Everyone sneered, abusing a brute, in their opinion, it was a process of extreme enjoyment.

"It's just a beast, and it dares to struggle!" The corners of Mo Qing's lips were cold, his big hands were stained with blood, and there was no pity in his eyes.

The rope on the iron kettle sank deep into Ji Xiaohu's neck, cutting off a small vein in his neck.

Immediately blood flowed!

"Don't!" Ji Xiaohu let out a tragic scream, and a pair of big black and white eyes were instantly filled with blood!

"Ah---h

"Poof--" Mo Qing's one leg and one arm were shattered by that silver light on the spot!

Everyone was stunned, not understanding what had just happened.

In the distance, Huang's red eyes were cold, this fairy land was too big, except for the voice that he suddenly heard before, 'Don't'.

For a while, she didn't find Ji Xiaohu.

At this time, the huge movement from afar made her heart sink suddenly.

The red dress flew, the figure flashed, and the phoenix lightly pulled it in that direction, skimming like the speed of light.

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"All to death---" In the dark forest, everyone was shocked.

The little beast who was ridiculed and bullied by them just now, at this time, it was as if he had changed people, his small body slowly stood up from the ground, he sneered, his silver hair was full of flamboyance, and a pair of big black and white eyes had turned blood red at this time.

That is, the color of death!

At this time, among the group of spiritual cultivators, Mo Qing, the most powerful, half of his body was shattered, and at this time, he looked extremely miserable!

"Die!" Ji Xiaohu, covered in blood, stood in the dark, the corners of his lips were crooked, and his two sharp fangs exuded a cold light.

A pair of blood-red eyes are extremely bloodthirsty colors.

He stretched out his hand and directly detained Mo Qing in front of him, with a pair of bloody eyes and powerful demonic power, Mo Qing couldn't break free at all.