Huang Luan rushed over toward him.

"Bold!" Mo Ming was also angry and reached out to stop him.

But unexpectedly, his hands could not stop the gaseous Huangluan from passing through Huangluan's body. He watched Huangluan pass through his body like a ghost and like smoke.

When Xining saw something wrong, the first thing she thought of was to escape. But before she turned around, Huang Luan rushed over. The long purple-red silk skirt was floating in the air. It was not beautiful at this time, but it was as terrifying as Rakshasa.

"Ghost~" Xining screamed shrillly, lifted her breath and jumped up.

If a rabbit is too impatient, he will jump over the wall, and subconsciously jump up and avoid the attack first.

This jump actually jumped three feet high and avoided Huang Luan. After falling down, Huang Luan had already turned his body and rushed over again. It was very fast and grabbed her shoulder with one hand.

The long nails with purple-red danke in the same color were embedded in her shoulders like iron hooks.

"Hmm~" Xining's face was so painful that she deformed. Damn, isn't Huang Luan's body empty? Why did it suddenly become a physical body?

"Calve the qi and transform it into the qi!" Mo Ming calmly guided him: "She can, and you can also store the qi into the dantian position, and the whole body will become weak."

If the body can be deficient, even if there is no such thing as removing her clothes, the clothes and body will become deficient. How can I deficient?

Xining tried immediately, and her body turned into translucent like Huang Luan just now. It turned out that she could still operate like this. Huang Luan just now was just emptying herself, which made Mo Ming unable to grasp.

Huang Luan's fingers grabbed the air and formed a punch in her shoulder.

Thinking of Xie Anci's punch before, he almost beat her to death, he quickly retreated and left Huang Luan's hand.

"You can't escape!" Huang Luan turned and waved her arm suddenly, her long purple sleeves embroidered with a flower flower, swept with purple-red starlight.

Xinghui swept over with the wind and hit the body of Xu Bo, which was as painful as a whip.

"Pick up the gas and transform it into a physical body, avoid her attack." Mo Ming stood there and continued to guide.

Xining covered her shoulders that were so painful that she couldn't stand up straight. Not only her shoulders, but half of her body that had been swept was numb.

Damn, do you think it is easy to lift and replenish? I learned and sold it now, so how could I be so relaxed and relaxed?

"Don't hit you again!" Xiangxiang rushed over, hugged Huang Luan again, begging in a crying voice: "I really don't hit you anymore, please."

"Let go!" Huang Luan went to burn Xiangxiang in anger, but Xiangxiang hugged her neck behind her back this time and refused to let go.

"It's so boring." Mo Ming suddenly snapped his fingers.

Huang Luan suddenly felt the constraints on her neck disappear, turned her head to look, then turned around and searched everywhere: "Xiangxiang, Xiangxiang!"

But there was no figure of his own system around him.

"Stop looking for it." Mo Ming still stood there: "I can't deal with you, I can deal with your system. You can wear the clothes on you well, and you only have this kind of set."

"What?!" Huang Luan was shocked: "Where did my clothes and jewelry go?"

I don’t worry about my system, but think about my own clothes and jewelry. This main god is really drunk, and he is the same type as Mo Ming.

Mo Ming turned his eyes on Xining, then said to Huang Luan Qingyou: "The equipment brought by the system will certainly be destroyed with her."

"Ah~" Huang Luan was so angry that she almost exploded, and rushed towards Mo Ming: "Give me back the clothes and jewelry, and give me back!"

The next style of playing was simply unsightly, just like a shrew fighting. He kicked and beat, and kept cursing.

The swear words of national and international curses made Xining stunned. Is this still a goddess?

But Mo Ming stood there like a stone man, hitting him casually. Even if he hit him in the face, he didn't frown and saw no trace.

However, Huang Luan was tired of hitting, and her hands hurt. The side of her palms became swollen, and the damage to Mo Ming was only zero.

Thinking that all the clothes and jewelry she had accumulated were gone, she covered her swollen palms and fell to the ground crying. She cried and howled sadly: "Give me back, that's mine, it's mine." Without these things, the whole world collapsed halfway and all fighting spirit was lost.

Mo Ming turned his head and left. He was too lazy to say anything about such things.

She couldn't stand it anymore, so Xininghe followed Mo Ming. When she turned around, she felt the gazes coming from all over her, curious, and gloating. Anyway, none of them were pitiful.

Huang Luan thought that with her current qualifications, Mo Ming could not deal with her, but she forgot her own system. Strength is everything here, and such stupidity is not worthy of sympathy.

After walking for a while, she couldn't help asking, "Is Xiangxiang really dead?"

After Mo Ming glanced at him, he continued to look ahead: "She is Huang Luan's system."

But Xiangxiang is right. Although she is very weak, she looks like a little pitiful person, but she really hasn't done anything wrong.

It is possible that Xiangxiang feels like herself, but the difference is that Xiangxiang is unlucky to have a main god like Huang Luan.

"Hmph~" Mo Ming was dissatisfied: "Compare this bitch Huang Luan with me?"

It's just an image, just as selfish, but Huang Luan is weaker than you, who is born noble?

Mo Ming seemed to be a little satisfied with this idea: "This is not a problem of origin, but a problem of ability. However, this statement can also be valid. Genetic genes in humans determine the vast majority. The dragon gives birth to dragons, the phoenix gives birth to phoenixes, and the rats' children will dig holes."

Is Xiangxiang really dead?

Mo Ming stopped suddenly and rolled his eyes: "I'm so annoyed."

Standing there, closing his eyes, opened it a few seconds later, and shouted with impatience: "Okay."

What's OK? Xining was confused.

"He restored Xiangxiang and reassigned a new god." A soft voice sounded from behind.

Xining turned around, Shangqing appeared behind them at some point.

Shangqing was still the same, wearing the 18th century aristocratic costume, wearing a round lens, and always holding a book under his armpit. He smiled: "This is a very rare thing."

Mo Ming turned around and turned his back to him, as if he didn't even want to see him.

"Really?" Thinking that Xiangxiang could be reborn, Xining felt better, and thanked Mo Ming: "Thank you!"

Mo Ming was as cold as an iceberg: "I'm just afraid of being upset."

Are you afraid that she will ask endlessly? In fact, she is not that long-winded.

Shangqing was treated like this by Mo Ming and was not angry. He took two steps forward, raised his hand, and a small jar was added in his hand: "You are injured, this is a ointment. After applying it, you can use less energy to recover."

Xining turned her head and looked at it. Black smoke appeared on the part of Huang Luan's shoulders that had just been caught by Huang Luan, and slowly emerged through the white clothes.

Huang Luan’s attack actually brought poison, does the Nine Yin White Bone Claws?

She quickly took the jar: "Thank you!"

"No need to thank you!" Shangqing smiled: "Two thousand points, you can pay on credit, thank you."
Chapter completed!