And Mo Qingcheng stood there fluttering, her heart not beating and her breath not breathing. ()
There are two green beads strung on the silver-white sword, which are faintly shining.
Those are—that man’s eyes!
He actually cut it out![
"The next thing I want to chop off is your hand.
Mo Qingcheng's tone was calm, and his face was still lukewarm: "Are you going to cut it off yourself, or should I help you? However, I'm a little bored. Maybe I won't be so accurate when I do it again, and I might even take your arm."
Cut it off, or simply chop off your two hands...you have to be more tolerant."
He looked very polite, as if asking if he should drink tea or coffee?
But what he said was shocking.
The man's face turned pale, knowing that he was meeting a ruthless person this time.
He raised his left palm, and with a flash of cold light, his right palm had been chopped off by himself, and blood gushed out like a spring.
His face turned blue in pain, and his red lips were bitten into a dead white color.
He said bitterly: "I will remember this grudge!"
His figure flashed, running towards the depths of the dense forest, and disappeared in the blink of an eye.
"Boss, you seem to be a bit harsher this time. This guy is also the prince of the demon wolf tribe. If you make him look like this, his tribe will not give up..."
Bi Liusu came out from behind a big tree.
Looking at the direction in which the man escaped just now, there was a hint of worry in his eyebrows.
"So what if you won't give up?"
Mo Qingcheng's face was still calm: "I still don't pay attention to a demon wolf tribe."
Bi Liusu: "..."
Mo Qingcheng lowered his eyes and looked at the torn pants that Ye Xuanji had thrown off during the fight on the ground.
Then he looked at Ye Xuanji, who was standing there in a long skirt and watching from the wall.
winnowing
He raised his eyebrows, pursed his thin lips, and told Bi Liusu calmly: "I'll give you an hour, go to the town ahead and buy some pairs of pants."