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Chapter 563: National Teacher, What About Your Cold Style? 32


"Ah!!

h Ruoyang, who was kicked, sat on the ground with his ass!

looked at Luo Shengge sadly, and there was a trace of mist in his eyes, and he was crying very aggrievedly!

"Why did you kick me?"

Ruoyang is angry!

"Do you dare to say that you don't covet Moqi?

You've got all your hands on him, you damn stinky man!

Luo Shengge pointed at Ruoyang and scolded, damn man, he even lied to her.

Luo Shengge's words made Ruoyang vomit blood again. p!

He said that everything was a misunderstanding.

Misunderstand!

Ruoyang looked at his uncle and wanted to ask for a favor or something, but the moment he raised his eyes to look over, there was a smile in his uncle's eyes......

Ruoyang immediately understood the past, damn, Uncle Shi did it on purpose!!

The moment Ruoyang saw his uncle's expression, he looked at Luo Shengge again, and could only squat silently in the corner.

Whining......

Master, Uncle He bullied me.

Ruoyang could only hug his knees, where he exuded resentment and dissatisfaction.

But obviously, Luo Shengge and Mo Qi didn't pay attention to his current mood, Luo Shengge was very obediently held in Mo Qi's arms, well, eat well and get fat obediently.

If you raise the meat, it will feel good.

Mo Qi's thoughts, huh......

Very impure.

It's night.

It was dark and dreary, like the Jade Emperor had knocked over the ink bottle, and the wind blew the leaves outside.

Suddenly, a rumbling thunder sounded, and then, a lightning bolt seemed to cut through the sky, and after a while, a raindrop of soybeans fell from the sky, hitting the ground and crackling.

Mo Qi, who was sleeping, suddenly realized something and opened his eyes.

It was clear as a lotus's desirelessness, but it was suddenly covered with a snowstorm, and he looked sharply in a certain direction to the east of the National Teacher's Mansion.

There, it was the Imperial Palace......

At this time, countless dead soldiers were jumping up in the palace, and they were coming to the National Teacher's Mansion with a thick murderous aura.

Mo Qi turned his head and looked at Luo Shengge, who was sleeping beside him, gathered the quilt for her, and got up gently, without waking her up.

When Mo Qi first came to the hall, he had already seen the housekeeper and the dead soldiers in the mansion and ......

The guards, brought from the valley, stood there.

The leader is the disgusted Ruoyang today.

At this time, he was ready to go, serious and serious, seeing Mo Qi's figure, he took a step forward and shouted very solemnly, "Uncle Shi!"

” Mo Qi raised his eyebrows and looked at these people in his mansion who had been trained for a long time, and couldn't help but chuckle when he saw their expressions.

"Don't be nervous, this is just someone for you to practice!"

In order to boost morale, Mo Qi said such a comforting word.

It's just that in the next second, he raised his eyes and looked in the direction outside, "It's coming!"

” The majesty after the rain, accompanied by the murderous aura of the dead soldiers who came, became more and more rampant, more and more presumptuous, like thousands of troops, mighty, ruthlessly tearing everything away.

The people in the National Teacher's Mansion held the sword in their hands tightly, and at this moment, no one dared to despise this battle.

"Kill!"

At the sound of an order, the two sides fought.

The staggering of murderous energy and internal force, the swords and swords, lit up a white light in the sky.

The dead soldiers of the palace have been trained to survive and die, and they have experienced a hundred battles, and the swords in their hands are like scythes, harvesting the lives of others.

Seeing this, Mo Qi's jade-like palms flew out countless qi filled with internal force, and they all turned into dragons and flew away, and wherever they passed, they were like broken bamboos.

As soon as he slapped his palm, the next moment, the internal force absorbed the swords scattered beside him, and followed by the internal force, dozens of ice swords flew towards the palace dead soldiers, and the sharp edge stabbed straight to the chest.