Chapter 793 (1/2)

Si Mo Mou light a cold, Mu light song protection, one hand wave out.

A powerful and incomparable magic power spurted out of his hand and turned into a ferocious roaring beast, roaring towards the man.

The man, hit by the fierce beast, spat blood and flew back.

The demonic power penetrated into his body and burst into fine cracks in his skin. Black magic light, burst out from those cracks, instantly split his body into countless pieces, scattered on the ground.

”Chief

”It's the leader!”

”The chief is dead!”

It turned out that the man who rushed up was actually the leader of the clan.

”Just mole ants.”

Mu light song ear, came Si Mo calm and indifferent words.

Her line of sight, from the ground those broken pieces of corpse light move, fall on Si Mo body, in the eye some worry. She saw the bloodstain in his pink lips.

Heart, as if blocked by something, heavy, stuffy, very uncomfortable.

Mu light song's facial features, stretched a little tight, she tightly pursed her lips, did not go to ask Si Mo if there was anything wrong, pain or not. Because, she knew in her heart, no matter how painful, he would not say, only calmly shook his head to deny.

Si Mo, looked at her, the ice cold in the eyes of Po se, turned into a pool of spring water. He raised a light but intoxicating smile and said to Mu Qingge, ”Xiao Ge'er, put away your too early fire.”

Mu light song a Zheng, turn eyes to look at the ground.

The whole Fuyan tribe was caught in a sea of fire, and her spiritual power had already been exhausted.

Si Mo in the strong support, she is not it?

Both of them are good at forbearance. In this relationship, if the original Si Mo did not take the initiative, continue to bear, I am afraid that today's everything will be different.

”Leave the rest to them.” Si Mo said to Mu Qingge, looking at the lonely cliff and the magic guard led by the lonely night.

Mu light song can not be checked nodding, listen to his voice, recall too early Jihuo. As soon as Taichu Jihuo entered the body, mu Qingge took out a handful of pills, stuffed half into Simao's mouth, and ate the remaining half.

They sat on the edge of the body, overlooking the slaughter on the ground.

The bloody pictures didn't make them feel disgusted. Even, they were used to it.

Are the people below innocent?

Maybe they were implicated by Yin Teng. However, the Longyan tribe has been domineering in the wormhole for a long time. Who in the tribe does not have a few lives?

So, they are not innocent.

Simao is a devil, mu Qingge is not a saint, what innocent, what implicated, for them two, but are some boring things.

Cry, cry, beg for mercy, gradually calm down

”King, there are no living people in the Fuyan tribe.” Lonely night kneels on the ground and looks up at their king and princess.

Si Mo lightly nods.

All of a sudden, he let go of moqingge and sat on the edge of the body, but he jumped from the edge of the body.

He moved, the lonely night immediately let go, consciously stood behind him. Mu light song sits on edge body, looking at Si Mo's back, slightly frown, she doesn't know what he wants to do.

In fact, Si Mo does not know.

He just felt like he had to do something.

Looking at the corpses all over the ground, Si Mo raised his hand. In his palm, a Black Whirlwind flew out, gradually faded away, revealing an illusory pot.

The pot has a big belly but a small mouth.

Si Mo palm gently lift, that illusory pot floats into the air, the pot mouth aims at those corpses.

Then, mu Qingge sees the illusory brilliance of the soul, which is pulled from the corpse by what force. They emit a cry of fear, but are inhaled by the mouth of the pot.

The soul of the whole Fuyan tribe will be inhaled into the pot, and the illusory pot will fall back to Simao's palm and disappear.

Finish this thing, Si Mo returns to Yuan's back again, sits behind the Mu light song, big palm natural embraces her waist, lets her be able to comfortably lean in own bosom.

Mu Qingge raised his eyes and asked curiously, ”what are you doing collecting this for?”

”I don't know.” Si Mo calm answer.

This answer, make Mu light Song mouth corner mercilessly.

”But...” Si Mo tiny frown, ”it is about with you. I can't remember the reason, but I feel vaguely that I want to do this, and I have done this habit for a long time

“……” Mu Qingge is speechless.

Well, she shouldn't be bothering a patient with a memory loss.

”Shall we go?” Muqingge is a clever diversion.

”Well.” Si Mo nodded, raised his hand and patted the edge of the head, edge howling, turn the direction, toward the exit of the insect yuan.

Lonely cliff and lonely night, with the devil guard behind.

The killing they made in Chongyuan started quietly and ended quietly.……

”Tired?” Si Mo's voice falls into the ear of Mu light song.