"Mo Chengcheng, if you have anything you want to ask, just ask quickly. Bai Wanshuang looked at Huan Meiren with a little regret, since she became an immortal, she hadn't fought with anyone, she thought she could have a good fight today, but who knew that this rat demon was so weak. He only stretched out one hand, and with such a light push, this rat demon was countered by his magic weapon, and was shot into a sieve by the spiritual power of the oil lamp, which was really boring.

Bai Wanshuang herself was also a little confused, anyway, this rat demon also has more than 3,000 years of Taoism, and she has lived to the belly of a dog for more than 3,000 years, and her cultivation is so wasteful. I think that when I cultivated for more than 3,000 years, I was much stronger than her.

"Frost, thank you. Mo Chengcheng nodded at Bai Wanshuang, thanks to her today, she was able to restrain this rat demon.

Bai Wanshuang waved her hand: "It's just a gesture, you hurry up and ask, she won't last long, and everything in this can't be heard outside." ”

She set up an enchantment above the Huaqing Palace, and everything inside could not be seen or heard from the outside, and when the Huaqing Palace was blown up, the outside did not know about it.

"Hmm. Mo Chengcheng breathed a sigh of relief, he really didn't want the matter of Huanmei to be known by others, if others learned that Huanmei was a demon, I was afraid that it would cause panic among the people.

Huan'er sat down on the ground, she watched Mo Tingcheng walk towards her step by step, he kept a faint smile on his face, but he couldn't smile at the bottom of his eyes, Huan'er saw a line of killing intent in Mo Tingcheng's eyes, the corners of his mouth were lightly hooked, with a thick mockery: "Who are you instructed to kill my father?"

Huan'er turned a blind eye, listened but didn't hear, it was really funny, why did she have to answer him, did she have the obligation to solve his doubts? With this time, she might as well do something meaningful, she felt the slow loss of her demonic power, not only the demonic power, but also her life.

Mo Qingcheng looked at Huan Meiren condescendingly, and didn't hear her make a sound for a while, very good, the smile on his face became stronger and stronger: "Very good, I hope you can still laugh later." ”

Although Bai Wanshuang has not been with him for a long time, she also knows that Mo Chengcheng will laugh when he is angry, and the brighter he laughs, the more angry he is.

"Frostshuang, can you help get some honey and catch some ants by the way?" Mo Chengcheng unhurriedly took out a very small knife from his arms, turned his head and asked Bai Wanshuang.

"Honey, yes, give. Bai Wanshuang knew what he was going to do, and generously took out a small porcelain bottle from the Qiankun bracelet and handed it to Mo Chengcheng, this is a good spiritual honey, although it hurts a little, but it is worth it to watch a good show.

Mo Chengcheng took the small porcelain vase, he took the knife and gestured it on Huan Meiren's face, and said to himself: "Where is the best place to go for the knife, here? or here?"

The knife didn't know what material Lu Dao was made of, and there was still a hand's distance from herself, but she could already feel the chill on the blade, and Mo Chengcheng was going to ruin her appearance, she shrank back in fear, wanting to stay away from the blade, a little farther away.

She's a mouse, where can she see it after transforming, which woman doesn't love pretty, she looks ugly, she is very inferior, this picture of a sinking fish and a goose is not hers, it was lent to her by the person who cast a spell, but since it was given to her, it was hers, if it was really slashed on the face by Mo Chengcheng, it would not be back to the original ugly.

Although she was about to die, she didn't want to die so ugly, yes, he must have lied to her, this face was exactly the same as his mother, she didn't believe that he could do it, she thought of this, and finally stopped being afraid: "Third prince, do you dare? This is your mother's face, do you dare to scratch?"

"Tsk, although you look exactly the same as my mother, so I can't do it, but what, your face just looks like, my mother has gone, you still dare to stand up to my mother's appearance in this palace, this king is naturally uncomfortable when he sees it, since you make me uncomfortable, then this king can only make you more uncomfortable, if you can ruin it, you must find a chance to destroy it, rest assured, I will cut it slowly, you can enjoy it slowly. Mo Chengcheng smiled evilly, and the knife leaned forward, and the blade lightly slashed her face, and a string of blood beads came out.

"Ah, my face! Stop, don't scratch my face. Huan'er only felt a coldness on her face, and the blood beads fell one after another, she looked at Mo Chengcheng in disbelief, that person didn't say that as long as she had this face, Mo Chengcheng would not dare to touch her.

She stretched out her hand and wiped it on her face, her palms were shockingly red, she was a little blind, and a little afraid, she didn't want to be disfigured, if she refused to tell the truth, Mo Chengcheng would definitely draw her face into a big flower face, she was afraid, but she was even more afraid of that person, that person said, if she dared to betray him, he imprisoned her Yuan Shen, and it was a luxury to torture her to the point that she wanted to be annihilated.

Mo Chengcheng held a knife in one hand and a porcelain bottle containing honey in the other, and he looked at Huan Meiren's face with satisfaction: "Does it hurt, I think it shouldn't hurt, such a little pain in the flesh and skin, where can it compare to the pain of the neon flower eating away at my father's soul, I just charge a little interest in advance, how about it, have you thought about it?"

"Hehe......" Huan'er suddenly laughed, that smile with the blood on his face, it looked a little oozing: "You row, anyway, if you don't row, you'll die, and if you don't row, I'll die, and I'll die left and right, so why should I say it?"

"Oh, I see, I see. Mo Qingcheng nodded clearly: "Frost, is there a way to keep her from dying so quickly." ”

"Give. Bai Wanshuang was very cooperative, took out a cyan porcelain bottle from the Qiankun bracelet, and took out a pale yellow pill from it: "Give her this to eat, and keep her for a month." ”

Mo Chengcheng took the pill, he opened the mouth of the Huan Beauty, threw the pill in, and then closed his chin with both hands, and the medicine rolled down his throat, he simply picked up the knife again, and then cut the other side of the Huan Beauty's face twice, poured some more honey and wiped it on the wound, looked at the very symmetrical wounds on both sides and the sticky honey on it, and smiled with satisfaction: "Frost, what about the ants, have you found it?"

"Ants, this is a bit troublesome, wait, I'll look for it." She walked to the corner of the palace wall and looked, moved away a few stones, and really let her find a nest of ants, she took out a small porcelain bottle, reached out and grabbed it in the air, and the ants flew into the porcelain bottle.

"I really didn't expect it, I was so lucky, I really found dozens of ants. Bai Wanshuang handed over the porcelain bottle containing ants to Mo Chengcheng like a treasure, and mourned for Huanmei in his heart.