"Hehe... just blow yourself up! Anyway, even if you die, I have to support you!"

"You...you bastard!" Mu Hong scolded his mother angrily, but there was nothing he could do.

"Brother, leave me alone. As long as I can kill this thief, it's worth it even if my body, Mu Zhao, is shattered to pieces!" Mu Zhao clenched his teeth tightly, blood oozing from his gums.

"Shut up!" An Xingyi was furious when he heard this, and punched Mu Zhao heavily in the abdomen.

What should he do? Mu Hong hesitated at this time. Do he really want Mu Zhao to be buried with An Xingyi? Of course he was reluctant to do so! But he had an arrow on the string at this time and had to shoot. No matter how smart and courageous Mu Hong was, this time

Shi Ye has been unable to make up his mind for a long time.[

"Come here, too!" Just when Mu Hong was hesitant, An Xingyi didn't hesitate at all. Taking advantage of Mu Hong's daze, he raised his spiritual power to the limit, made false grabs in the air, and scattered

The five or six Tuva monks around him were forcefully pulled over by him and surrounded him tightly, like iron barrels.

"Hahaha... With so many people buried with me, I won't be unjust even if I die!" An Xingyi's eyes widened and he stared at Mu Hong without blinking. Although he was smiling wildly, there was no trace of blood on his forehead.

The beads of sweat that kept oozing out showed that he must be extremely nervous at this moment.

If it were Mu Hong before, he might have self-destructed without hesitation, but now Mu Hong can no longer be so cruel. He sighed, turned to look at Shen Daojun, and said apologetically, "I'm sorry, Brother Shen.

I...still lost."

Mu Hong's words reached Shen Daojun's ears, which made Shen Daojun's heart hurt as if it was grabbed by an invisible hand. Especially when he noticed Mu Hong's eyes full of despair and helplessness, he felt even more sad in his heart.

There was an unconcealable sadness.

"Hahaha...hahaha...Mu Hong, why don't you get away from me, lest you splash dirty blood all over me when you blow yourself up!" Hearing this, An Xingyi shouted with laughter.

"An Xingyi, even if I, Mu Hong, can't kill you today, one day, someone will come to take you in!" After Mu Hong said this, he took a deep look at Mu Zhao at the end, pointed his toes, and pointed his body straight.

The sky.

It was night at this time, the night was like a cover, and a bright moon hung high in it. The bright moonlight spread over Mu Hong's body, like a baptism, making him look holy and flawless. Along with a dull explosion, a wave of

The unruly wind turned Mu Hong into dust and scattered between the sky and the earth.

Shen Daojun has never felt so sad for the death of a person, especially the enemy who once wanted to kill him. Shen Daojun didn't know how to evaluate Mu Hong, but from this moment on, the name was engraved on him

in mind.

"Big brother!" "Clan leader!"...

Wails suddenly broke out. Except for An Xingyi, who looked proud, everyone else shed tears.

"Hehe... The person who can kill me, An Xingyi, has not been born yet!" As soon as Mu Hong died, An Xingyi was completely relieved. He looked around and saw that there was no one who could threaten him anymore.
Chapter completed!