But Mr. Mo rushed directly onto the stage and looked at Mo Qingluo in a hurry, "Qingluo, where are you injured?"
Mo Qingluo raised her eyes, looked at Mr. Mo, a hint of warmth flashed in her eyes, and said lightly: "It's not hurt."
The old man is the first relative she recognizes after coming here. The old man protects his young, and she also protects her shortcomings!
From now on, she will take care of the Mo family's affairs!
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The young instructor narrowed his eyes. He didn't even notice Mo Qingluo's movements just now. The Blood Soul Needle, which was said to be inescapable, was like an ordinary silver needle when it came to her, without the slightest threat. Then he sat down again.
On the seat, he did not participate in Beichen's "housework".
"Xiahou Jiang, do you have anything else to say?" The emperor wore a yellow robe and looked majestic.
Xiahou Jiang straightened his back and said, "The Blood Soul Needle was not made by my Xiahou family."
"If it wasn't made by your Xiahou family, how could Xiahou Ning'an have the Blood Soul Needle?" The emperor in yellow robe seemed to have no intention of letting Xiahou Jiang go.
"The Blood Soul Needle was accidentally obtained by me from an auction, and was given to the little girl for fun. Is His Majesty the Emperor satisfied with this reason?" The majestic voice seemed to be coming from all directions. Everyone in the audience, even the spiritual master, was
My heart and soul were slightly shaken.
The few people above the head suddenly looked up and saw an old man in white walking through the air with his hands behind his back.
The young instructor narrowed his eyes slightly and looked at the visitor with interest, but his tone was still lazy, "Judgment Realm?"
The emperor's pupils shrank. They had long heard that the ancestor of the Xiahou family was not dead and had reached the realm of judgment. Now it seems that it is indeed the case. No wonder the Xiahou family has dared to be so arrogant in recent years, no wonder Xiahou Jiang is so confident!
The old man nodded slightly, "You are the tutor of Tubei College, right?"
The lazy smile on the young mentor's face did not disappear, and he nodded casually, "Xiahou Qi of the Xiahou family?"
The old man stroked his snow-white beard and nodded, "As expected of the tutor of Tubei College, you actually know me."
"Excuse me, the ancestor of the Xiahou family, what advice do you have here?" Shen Luo looked at the old man in front of him calmly. If the ancestors had not left, it would not be the old guy Xiahou Qi's turn to show off his power!
Xia Houqi raised his right hand lightly, and Xia Houjiang was freed from the restraint of spiritual power. "I'm here in person today. I have only one thing to do, pay with blood! Whoever hurt my grandson, as long as you hand over that little baby, everything will be fine."
Stay safe and sound."
He was confident that the heads of the Shen family present were only in the late stages of the Tianpo realm, and even if they were added together, they couldn't withstand one of his moves.
"Fart! Sure enough, the upper beam is crooked and the lower beam is crooked! The reason why this old boy Xia Houjian is so shameless to bully the juniors, turns out to be hereditary!" Mr. Mo said with disdain when he saw Xia Houjian being taken away by Xia Houqi.
He made a sound, but his body stood in front of Mo Qingluo calmly.
"Mo boy? Did you know? Even when your father is here, you don't dare to speak to me like this!" Xia Houqi walked onto the stage step by step, staring at Mo Qing motionlessly.
Mr. Mo sneered, "I only know that you don't even dare to fart when I'm not leaving!"
Mo Qingluo curled her lips slightly, stood up from behind Mr. Mo, and said in surprise: "Isn't this the legendary turtle with a shrunken head?"
"Seeking death!" Xia Houqi's hands writhed with spiritual power, thunder clouds suddenly filled the sky, and the power of thunder and lightning roared in the direction of Mo Qingluo. He hated people most in his life for saying that he was a tortoise!
But for a moment, the sky was clear and the air was clear, and Xia Houqi's figure flew out in front of everyone's eyes.
"How can an old man like you touch the young apprentice chosen by this palace?"