"It's okay, Miss, I never blame you, Miss will not be there in the future, you have to take good care of yourself......" Before the slave finished speaking, his hand fell to the ground weakly, his eyes closed, and he broke his breath.

"Slave, slave" Nangong Mo hugged the slave, calling in a low voice, and her body trembled.

The slave has already closed her eyes, no matter how much Nangong Mo shouts, she will not wake up again, Nangong Mo closed her eyes painfully, and opened them after a while, with a low voice, with a little hoarseness: "Nu'er, don't worry, I will avenge you!"

"You just stay here obediently, watch, watch how I avenge you, don't worry, they, I won't let any of them go!"

As she spoke, Nangong Mo gently laid the slave's body flat on the ground, and then a sharp and short dagger appeared in her hand.

Nangong Mo clenched the dagger in his hand, and walked towards Nangong Wei step by step, step by step, and at the same time, he did not forget to let the fire spirit and the tick control them.

"You! What are you going to do?" Nangong Wei looked at Nangong Mo with some fear.

It's really not that he is timid, but at this moment, Nangong Mo seems to be a different person, obviously it should be a sad expression, but there is a smile on the corner of his mouth, but that smile does not reach the bottom of his heart.

Those eyes were full of red threads of blood, which should be anger, but they were extremely cold and intimidating red eyes.

"Hehe" Nangong Mo came to Nangong Wei and sneered: "You say, what do I want to do?" ”

Nangong Mo said, smiling, smiling lightly, the dagger in her hand was sent into Nangong Wei's chest, and then quickly pulled out, and then sent in with a knife.

The white knife goes in and the red knife comes out.

"How's that going? Do you like it? Nangong Mo said, sending it in quickly and continuously, and after several knives, he took out a handkerchief to wipe the blood stains on the knife.

"I still like to watch the white knife go in and the red knife comes out, are you as good as I wish" Although Nangong Mo was in a questioning tone, the actions of his hands did not give Nangong Wei a chance to say no at all!

After poking the dagger into it this time, Nangong Mo did not pull it out directly, but held the handle of the knife in his hand, little by little, rotated, and pulled it out forward and backward.

"Are you satisfied with this kind of strength?" Nangong Mo looked at the knife that was still spinning out of Nangong Wei's chest in his hand and muttered.

Nangong Mo asked several questions in a row, but he didn't give Nangong Wei a chance to answer at all.

"But, I'm not satisfied with this strength, it's too small, it's still too small, the palm you hit the slave is not light" Nangong Mo said, stretching out a finger, and a trace of fire jumped on her fingertips.

"Since I can't do that kind of strength, then let you repay it from somewhere else," Nangong Mo said, pulling out the dagger and wiping the blood stains on the dagger again.

"Your blood is really dirty, why don't I clean it for you," Nangong Mo said, attaching the flame to the dagger and sending it into Nangong Wei's body.

The moment the dagger was sent in, Nangong Wei let out a loud and tragic scream.

"Ahh

Seeing this, Nangong Mo picked his fingers and increased the flame attached to the dagger.

"Nangong Mo! You, how can you have it-" A black figure gradually emerged from Nangong Wei's body, twisting his body and letting out a cry of pain.