The little milk dragon is pampered and teased by the crazy boss

Chapter 279

Ji Linhe stared at him viciously, and was about to use the secret method to escape, but found that the spiritual power around him could not operate, as if it was solidified.

His body stiffened, unable to move.

Mo's silver eyes were filled with blood, with monstrous killing intent.

The aura of terror enveloped him.

Ji Linhe only felt that his body was completely frozen and stiff, and he couldn't even move his fingers, he only felt that his soul was taken out abruptly, twisted and deformed under the extreme squeeze.

Finally, the soul flew away.

The Qiankun bag fell out, and Mo returned to forcibly open the Qiankun bag, the demonic qi and the spiritual energy were incompatible, and the little fishy sweetness between the throat was suppressed.

There is a little more tenderness in the arms.

That delicate and stunning little face is full of tears, beautiful amber eyes are full of mist, the tip of the small nose is a little pink, and the eyes are full of anxiety and grievances.

At the moment of seeing him, tears fell down his eyes.

Buried the little face in Mo Guishi's neck, extremely aggrieved, it

was very dark inside,

and he couldn't see his five fingers.

He couldn't hear or see anything, he was terrified.

It's like going back to the days of being locked up.

Before opening up the secret realm, he had been locked up in a dark box.

The tail wraps around Mogui's waist.

Wrapped her arms around his neck tightly, unwilling to come down.

When Mo returned, there was no other way but to take the little guy to deal with the group of old immortals.

As soon as Ji Linhe died, the group of old things sensed it, their faces changed, and they made each other a look.

Mo returned with a cold expression, this is his situation, the Heavenly Dao is so aimed at the little guy, if he can not compete with the power of the rules of the Heavenly Dao of the Small World, the little guy will be bullied to death by these things.

"Surrender, or die."

Mo Gui's silver eyes carried killing intent, and a large amount of demonic energy poured into his body as if consciously, quickly repairing his injuries, and his demonic qi was endless.

He was like a container, continuously absorbing the demon qi of the demon world, as if he would never be able to absorb it, and the strength of his body became more and more terrifying.

The faces of several great sects changed, they didn't know that Mo Gui had such a terrifying talent, if they had known this earlier, they would not have been instigated to bring the sect disciples to the door to ask for someone.

He didn't want to deal with these sects, rushing to find death one by one, so don't blame him for being unkind.

"This should be a misunderstanding, it was that Ji Linhe said that Youlin was abused and tortured in the demon world, and asked him for help."

"Youlin is a disciple of my Tai Void Sect, and the elders protect the disciples with a heartfelt heart, and they were deceived by that evil barrier, which caused a misunderstanding."

"Now that the misunderstanding is lifted, everything is my too false sect, isn't it, Youlin is a disciple of the Demon Venerable, how can he not have a good life."

"It's me who waits."

The Tai Void Sect quickly confessed, the elite disciples of the sect fell by half, and then fought, with the terrifying speed of absorbing demonic qi when Mo returned, even if he was seriously injured, he recovered in a few breaths.

If they continue to consume themselves, they will only kill themselves.

The person who knows the time is Junjie.

If Mo returned to expose his terrifying talent earlier, he would have farted.

Rushing to get punched in the face?

Everyone can't beat the Demon Venerable, and the Tai Void Sect is the first to surrender, so what.

"Make a demonic vow."

Mo Guishi did not intend to believe the hypocritical faces of these people, and his blood-red eyes retreated a little, revealing his original silver appearance.

The young man hugged Mo Guishi's neck, and there were undried tear marks on his small face, wrapped in the gentleness of the devil, so that no one could hurt him.