Chapter 67 (2/2)

”Since mother touched me!” Gu Lian was moved to tears.

Don't draw over Gu Lian, draw a circle in the void with your plain hand, raise your index finger, and gently point to the center of the circle. The space trembles, and the surrounding space quickly focuses on the center of the circle.

Whew, Xiao Jihu's body burst and died in obscurity.

Mo's face is a little white. You can't find it without looking carefully.

Gu Guan always stares at Mo Shang's painting and has a panoramic view of Mo Shang's weakness.

”Another finger.” Gu Guan thought and retreated to Feng Qing.

Feng Qing hugged Gu Zhao and said in a deep voice, ”that woman is not simple.”

Feng Qing, who was born in a big family with a golden dragon, praised Mo's painting, which really can't be underestimated.

Gu Guan's breath was slightly chaotic. ”It's really not simple. I was defeated by her.”

It's no shame to lose in the hands of a strong man.

Feng Qing nodded, ”with your current strength, you are really not her opponent.”

They looked at Mo's painting and watched her kill everywhere.

Mo Shanghua stood where he was, motionless, but there were countless casualties and rivers of blood below.

Gu Lian was stunned. She knew her mother was strong, but she didn't know her mother was so strong.

Gu Jinyan's face was gray and his lips kept shaking. He was frightened.

”What should I do? What should I do? If I don't paint the woman afterwards, what will I do if I abandon her? With her temper, I'm afraid I'll die. ”

Gu Jinyan was cranky. The more he thought, the more afraid he was. There were a mountain of pictures about his tragic death in his brain, which almost killed his brain.

”Either you die or I die. If I don't want to die, you can only die.”

Thinking of this, Gu Jinyan calmed down and held something tightly in her hand.

Don't draw with the crowd. Don't draw with a light hand. The crowd will be killed and injured.

The bodies below are everywhere, and the bright red stream winds away, never to return.

In the face of all this, Mo Shanghua was indifferent.

Among the crowd, some people were scared to death and SA Yazi ran away.

It is always the most important thing to guard the holy land when it is life-threatening.

Some people ran away, others chose to stay.

They may be mindless and blindly obedient, but they are real warriors.

Those people rushed to Mo Shanghua, one after another, scrambling to be the first, not afraid of life and death, and finally made one person close to Mo Shanghua.

The man waved his hand and cleaved the big knife. The big knife cut Mo's arm, revealing the dark white bones, and the blood that ticked and ticked, the bright red, fresh blood of people who couldn't be deceived.

The appearance of demon clan and human clan is the same, it is difficult to distinguish the similarities and differences, but the blood in the two bodies is very different. The former has black blood, and the latter flows bright red blood.

”Red, that's red blood.”

”The blood of the demon family is black. Don't draw that she is not the demon family.”

”Is she a Terran? Why is she a Terran? ”

”Silly, why not test the blood before the war? This is the simplest and most direct way!”

Why? Why? Because they don't have brains when they go out. When others make a few words, they are stupid and believe it.