Xiao Mohe's eyes closed.

Based on the current damage to his brain, even though the Soul Arrester had never been in his eyes, he knew that he could not resist this claw.

With his character, even if he is dying, he will never bow to anyone, and he simply hides his anger and closes his eyes, only death!

Death is not a relief for Xiao Mohe, who has been miserable all his life.

Syllable.

However, just as he closed his eyes, there was a soft sound in his ears, not as if he had been struck by the ghostly claws of the Soul Arrest.

"What are you doing?"

Just listen to the angry shouting of the soul.

"Don't worry, just let him die, are you willing?"

The sadness was not excited, but the words he said made Xiao Mohe's heart run cold.

He knows the degree of distortion of this person's psychology, he can even be ruthless himself, what else can't he do?

"Sad, if you have a kind, you will kill me!"

Xiao Mohe opened his eyes angrily and scolded the sorrow.

The matter has come to this, and all the hard work of his life has finally been abandoned, and he only wants to die at this time!

"Huh, you know me very well!"

Sadness was not annoyed or angry, still smiling, but his face became more and more cold, and he said coldly: "How do you ...... Know I didn't plant it?"

He smiled desolately, smiled sadly, not planted, this is a verbal attack that is effective for any man, but for Sadness, it is a sharp arrow that goes straight to the deepest wound in his heart, piercing his heart with blood.

In order to survive with difficulty, he did not hesitate to become a eunuch from the palace, and he swallowed his breath in the palace.

Those days were the darkest days of his life, not only to beware of the pursuit from the Luo family, but also to endure the wanton bullying of the eunuchs in the palace, at that time, he had thought of death countless times.

It was also during those days that his sad heart was twisted step by step, and at this moment, this is still his indelible shadow.

Losing the right to be a man is not a blow that anyone can bear, and these two words have become the only ...... of sadness Taboo!

"Dead eunuch!"

Xiao Mohe didn't know anything about the sadness, just after the unintentional words came out, he immediately felt the change in the momentum of the sadness, at this time he was bent on death, of course, he seized this flaw and attacked desperately, looked at the sadness coldly, and spit out three words.

However, although his sad expression was even more gloomy, he was still not angry, but spread his hands and said: "Xiao Mohe, whether you want to die or use words to delay time, it is useless. ”

"You see, we can do this instead of killing him with one blow. ”

The latter sentence is said to the murderous soul.

Immediately, his only palm lightly rested on Xiao Mohe's forehead, and at the same time said to the soul: "Hold him!"

"What are you going to do?!"

As soon as his eyes were dark, Xiao Mohe's heart couldn't help but chill, he suddenly thought of a possibility, a possibility of sadness why he was so sad to him!

The soul was without saying a word, and Sadness was standing on the same front with him, and he had already sensed Sadness's distorted psychology, so he pounced directly and pressed Xiao Mohe's head to death, making his already unable body even more powerless.

No matter what Sadness wants to do, as long as it can hurt Xiao Mohe, he will detain his soul...... Yes!

Maybe even he didn't realize that since his brother's death, his heart has been twisted step by step, and now he and the two in front of him belong to the same kind of person in a sense.

That's the one who lives only for revenge!

"Hey ——!"

Ignoring Xiao Mohe's scolding, his sad eyes were shocked, and in an instant, dazzling blood flashed from his body up and down!

This blood light came from the three hundred and fifty-nine acupuncture points all over his body, and on each acupoint, the silver needle that was still trembling had been swallowed and melted by the blood light in an instant.

Immediately, the blood and light flowed, moving up and down from the whole body, and if the hundred rivers converged with the sea, all of them converged on the Jizhong acupoint, which was the only one that had not been pricked by the silver needle.

Whenever there is a blood light in an acupoint, I see that the blood light suddenly flourishes, and then as if it has been refined in the Jizhong acupoint, the blood light suddenly turns dark red, and then rushes with the meridians, rushing out directly from the sad palm, and the silver needle that imprisoned Xiao Mohe's mind has become a medium, leading the dark red blood light straight into his mind!

"Roaring ————!"

The blood light entered his brain, and Xiao Mohe burst out with a shocking roar, which he was very familiar with, but the blood-draining breath that had been carefully preserved stirred up in his mind.

Sadness didn't pay attention to it, and the soul was still dead to Xiao Mohe, letting him scream miserably.

Blood and qi poured into Xiao Mohe's mind in waves, three hundred and fifty-nine acupoints, and the activated blood qi in each acupoint was first refined by Sorrow Luo's own acupoint, and then poured straight into Xiao Mohe's brain, seeing it, the blood light on Sorrow's body became less and less, and on the other hand, Xiao Mohe's head slowly disappeared into the blood light, if it weren't for the fact that Sadness and Soul were both in contact with Xiao Mohe's entity, his existence would no longer be visible with the naked eye.

And in the blood light, Xiao Mohe's screams became weaker and weaker, and after more than a hundred blood qi were submerged, he had gradually lost his breath, and the soul could no longer feel the struggle of his body.

Is it dead?

The soul couldn't help but think so, he even peeked at Sadness, this is what Sadness wants to do?

Although Xiao Mohe's roar was very miserable, the soul detainment felt that this was not enough at all, and it did not meet the level of what he could do with the distorted and perverted psychology of sorrow in his mind.

Sad but indifferent, he just continued to refine the blood qi in his body seriously, and then hit Xiao Mohe's brain again, and the cycle continued, it seemed that no matter whether Xiao Mohe was dead or alive, he also had to clean up all the three hundred and fifty-nine acupoints.

Blood and qi surged, a hundred, two hundred, three hundred......

The speed of sorrow was very fast, and the blood qi was already dim on him, but Xiao Mohe's place had almost become a blood-colored ball of light.

Three hundred and fifty-nine!

The blood qi of the last acupoint was finally refined, and then it shook into Xiao Mohe's brain domain, and since then, he absorbed the blood essence blood that Xiao Mohe had painstakingly stored, and returned it to Xiao Mohe in its original form.

"Alright, let him go. ”

After doing all this, with the strength of sorrow, he couldn't help but show fatigue, and waved his hand at the detention soul.

The soul of detention straightened up from the blood light, and at this moment, the blood qi permeated Xiao Mohe's body even covered his figure, and the soul of detention frowned, and couldn't help but withdraw a little, out of the range of blood qi.

"What do you want to do?"

The Soul Detention asked again, only this time there was no anger, only doubts remained.

"Didn't I tell you?"

Sadness wiped the sweat from his forehead and said with a smile: "I'm going to use the body of this Qingshou Ghost King as a weapon, super kind!"

(End of chapter)