Want to go? No way!

Chloe’s body is also headed for the bottom of the cliff. She wants to see people die. If she doesn’t see the body, she will never easily believe that Shura is dead.
In a blink of an eye, Chloe has caught up with Zita Law Ling Mo, who is lying on his back with the pupil at the bottom of the cliff, and his handsome face is dead gray.
Chloe slowly approached him and explored the Shura Emperor’s snorting.
"Hum, hum, hahaha!" Chloe laughed on his back. I didn’t expect you to fix the emperor’s body, and the god of death in the underworld eventually died. His blood eyes flashed a red light from his eyes, and the emperor’s body suddenly turned into dust.
Chloe’s cold eyes looked at the place where she was scratched by Ling Mo’s pupil and smiled derisively, calling up the magic wing and flying in an instant.
Is Lingmo Pupil really dead? Of course not!
Chloe flew away, not far from the body of Ling Mo Pupil just now, and there was a change. The original snow suddenly showed a figure.
It is the god who fainted after a serious injury.
This is a very simple smoke screen. First, the dead leaves change into the shape of a shura deity, and then the real Lingmo pupil is hidden from the red-eyed Kerr.
Ling Mo Pupil’s side flashed a snow-white kitten like the wind blowing. The kitten had one eye and it squinted at Ling Mo Pupil with a sigh.
Chapter one hundred and eleven How about being fully committed?
My head is dizzy, and my arms and legs are killing me. I managed to hold myself up from the ground. Although your god of death died, it was gone and I couldn’t go back to hell to reincarnate.
I must not be dead now.
"I didn’t think? You actually fell into my hands "a cold and banter leisurely sounds like spring ding-dong.
“？” Ling Mo’s pupil was a little taken aback when he smelled it.
The gorgeous white-robed teenager is looking at him derisively with a beautiful phoenix eye.
It was really unlucky to get home and fall into the hands of Mo Yan, the fox.
It is better to let them have a good time than to be tortured by this fox.
Besides, I burned this fox fur myself.
Ling mo pupil grunted coldly and closed his eyes. "What do you want? Do it, don’t procrastinate. "
The fox Mo Yan went round and round around the Shura emperor and turned several circles. He took a small dry branch and knocked on Ling Mo’s handsome face. "Give you a good time? Hum is cheap for you. You blinded my beautiful eyes and burned my beautiful fur. I will let you die so happily? "
Ling Mohong nodded. "Well, suit yourself. Are my eyes enough for you?"
Fox Mo Yan smiled. "Of course, it’s not enough. I want your skin. Although it’s not as beautiful as ours, it’s still very reluctant, but it doesn’t look good when you show up as a wound."
Ling Mo said coldly, "If you want to take it away, don’t let me live, or I will let a demon like you die!"
"Yo mouth is really hard, it’s killing people." Mo Yan sneered bitterly.
Good hands and feet don’t have any strength at all, and the blood is sucked away by that damn vampire. I’m afraid it will take a long time to recover.
Shura emperor fingers "isalso" straight ring he really couldn’t strangle the fox in front of him.
Mo Yan smiled proudly. He held his shoulders and fingers and kept touching his lovely ground. "I’d better cure your injury before changing your land."
Shura almost laughed. "I advise you to think clearly. Do you still have life when I am healed?"
Mo Yan sneered, "Don’t be so proud. I don’t know who will die." Then he shrank his body movement into the shape of a cute kitten.
Mo Yan, the fox, licked his claws and gave a "aiming" cry. He turned around and disappeared.
Ling Mo is lying there. What the hell is this fox doing?
He sat up reluctantly, took a deep breath and slowly adjusted his breath, but one breath of qi could not be gathered together, and most of his spiritual strength was slaughtered.
What on earth is that vampire and Feng Luo that have such strong spiritual power?
It’s strange that the blood still flows from the wound. Why can’t it stop?
A lot of blood loss makes Ling Mo’s eyes blurred. He bit Kouga’s fist and clenched his nails tightly, almost embedded in the palm of his hand.
I was confused when I saw the white light flashing before my eyes. No, the fox flashed again. He had some dried grass roots in his mouth.
It’s strange. What is this?
Mo Yan, the fox, put the dried grass roots back into human form. He smiled and shook his head. "The Hunger’s bloodthirsty rage is really fierce. Luckily, the vampire hasn’t finished learning bloodthirsty rage, otherwise you would have bled to death."
"Bloodthirsty rage?" Ling Mo pupil tried to open his eyes and look for this word in his mind.
"Yes, The Hunger Fengluo’s unique skill. Three thousand years ago, I knew that I was afraid of his bloodthirsty rage, so I avoided the goddess Jingxuan, otherwise I would have rushed to a family." Mo Yan narrowed his one-eyed eyes and missed the good times three thousand years ago.
"It’s a pity that you are still sealed by Net Xuan." Shura God laughed at him coldly.
"At that time the miss! Don’t let it be "Fox Mo Yan will smash the dry grass-roots stone in his hand into a sticky paste and stick it to the wound of Ling Mo pupil.