Refining the Mountains and Rivers

Chapter 882: sell

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Must leave the mine as soon as possible!

Qin Yu was not sure whether his movements when he condensed the ancient patterns had caused the outside world to notice. After all, with his current state, it is impossible to speculate on the mighty power possessed by the level of the dragon lord.

Drilled out of the ground and found An Xin who had retreated into the distance. Qin Yu did not have any delay and took her away as quickly as possible.

Seeing Mo Yuan again, Qin Yu said directly, "We're leaving."

Although the injury has not fully recovered, Mo Yuan did not question his decision, "Okay."

Qin Yu turned around and said, "An Xin, if we leave now, there may be some danger. You stay here first. I promise that when the external affairs are resolved, I will take you away and reunite your brothers and sisters."

An Xin saluted respectfully, "I trust your lord."

She really believed it, and with Qin Yu's cultivation, there was no need to lie to her at all. To put it more cruelly, even if Qin Yu got the treasure in the secret room and killed her for the sake of confidentiality, who would know

He instructed the scarred strong man Wang Yue to protect An Xin closely while he was away, and Qin Yu took Mo Yuan out of the mine.

He was not worried. Wang Yue dared to play tricks. After absorbing the blood of slavery, he was the blood slave of the ancient clan. Unless he was strong enough to directly cut off the existence of the ancient clan contract, he would be in a dilemma if he thought about it.

Little Fragrant Hill.

The Chaos Longboat was suspended in the air, and most of its surface damage had been repaired. Now the surface halo surging, exuding strong oppression.

On the opposite side, the bat-winged dragon was breathing heavily, and his red-red eyes seemed to be filled with hatred and violence. On the back, the regrown wings were slightly smaller than the other side, so it had to spend energy to maintain the stability of the body.

The giant dragon lord's small body, standing on the bat-wing giant dragon, is extremely small, but his current aura is like a mountain of gods, like the center of the sky and the earth, which naturally attracts all attention.

"Moming, have you thought about it? I'll give you the last chance to get out of the chaotic long boat, and you and I will fight to the death. Otherwise, I will make your daughter into a specimen and send it to you in person."

The dragon lord spoke in a low voice, and the coldness and cruelty between the lines made people feel cold from the bottom of their hearts, and the blood in the whole body almost froze.

"You should know very well that my level of making specimens is very good... After all, as far as I know, you have always kept those gifts back then."

Snapped-

In the chaotic long boat, the crystal cup in Mo Ming's hand shattered, the water dripped down his fingertips, and fell to pieces on the ground.

The invisible oppression fills the air, and it almost freezes!

The surrounding Guangming Guards all blushed, and it seemed that as long as Mo Ming ordered, they would do their best without hesitation.

What happened back then was a lifetime of shame for all the Bright Guards...

And today, for the first time, they knew that the one who committed the evil deeds and imprinted shame on the Guangming Guard was actually the dragon lord.

"Calm." Mo Ming said lightly, his face was as cold as a stone, and he couldn't detect the emotional fluctuations in his heart, "Dragon lord, you seem to be deliberately angering me, let me guess the reason... You, there is no such thing as Catch Mo Yuan!"

Swah—

Bright guards raised their heads and widened their eyes, revealing surprise.

But this did not include Xiao Lin, who had escaped. He felt that the expression on his face must be very stiff, but he did not dare to let anyone find out, so he could only pretend to be excited.

But at this moment, he was roaring wildly in his heart, "Impossible, absolutely impossible!" Xiao Lin experienced the situation at that time, and with Mo Yuan's strength, there was absolutely no possibility of escape.

The dragon lord laughed loudly, and his ruthless voice was clearly heard in everyone's ears, "Moming, you are still so ruthless, just like when you abandoned your comrades and fled back alone..."

"Now, have you decided to abandon your daughter? It's a pity, she's a pretty human race. From the perspective of our race, she's very tempting."

"Since you have abandoned her, I, the dragon lord Dodorig, hereby assure you that you will soon receive the gift I gave you, and it will be a great surprise, which will make you remember me even more. profound."

The bat-winged dragon roared up to the sky, spewing out a fiery dragon breath, flapping its wings into the sky, and disappeared in a blink of an eye.

"Leader, in case what he said is true..." A Bright Guard said nervously.

Mo Ming raised his hand, "The person who knows a person best is always his opponent, so I can be sure that Mo Yuan has not been caught, otherwise the dragon lord will not leave, he will personally kill Mo Yuan in front of me. Kill me the hardest blow."

"Ah! Since that's the case, we'll send someone over immediately to find Mo Yuan and bring her back!"

"Yes, since the dragon lord knows Mo Yuan's identity, he will definitely hunt for her. We must be quick."

"Leader, let me go, I will do my best to bring back Mo Yuan in good condition!"

Xiao Lin took a deep breath and suppressed the panic in his heart. He knew what the truth was, so Mo Yuan could never come back. Otherwise, the lie is self-defeating, and he has no choice but to die... Bright Guard, no betrayal is allowed!

What's more, it is such a bad behavior of him!

With a "pop", Xiao Lin knelt on the ground, "Boss, Mo Yuan had an accident when I was with me, I failed to protect her, please give me a chance to atone for my sins! I swear, even if I die, I will definitely bring Mo Yuan back!"

His performance made the surrounding eyes slightly ease.

Mo Ming was silent for a while and said, "Okay, I promise you." He raised his hand and pointed, "Uncle Ma, you must be careful when you accompany Xiao Lin."

"Yes, Chief." Another Bright Guard bowed and saluted.

Xiao Lin's heart sank, but he didn't dare to show the slightest bit. After saluting with Uncle Ma, he turned around and walked away quickly.

Mo Yuan must die, she must not come back, but before that, he needs to get rid of Uncle Ma. This person is the retainer of the leader of Mo Ming, who has been loyal for more than a thousand years, and it is impossible to bribe him.

At this moment, no one noticed that deep in Xiao Lin's eyes, a real killing intent was almost condensed... After all, the Bright Guards would never have thought that Xiao Lin, who had always performed well and had a deep relationship with Mo Yuan, had already embarked on a path no return.

Leaving the Chaos Long Boat, Xiao Lin and Uncle Ma kept on their way. Finally, two days later, they escaped from many "Obam" and came to Dawangcheng.

They didn't know where Mo Yuan was, but Dawangcheng was the place with the most sensitive news, and of course it was the first place.

"Uncle Ma, you are drinking. This is a treasure that my father gave me before I left. I wanted to honor the leader, but now..." Xiao Lin smiled bitterly and put the wine bag by his hand.

After Uncle Ma took off the light armor, he revealed the face of a middle-aged man, his expression was calm, and there was a bit of power between his eyebrows and eyes.

Glancing at the wine bag, he shook his head, "It's best not to drink alcohol during the mission, so as not to cause unnecessary trouble."

Xiao Lin's face changed slightly, and he forced a smile: "It's just a little wine, to you, Uncle Ma, it's not at all..."

"Okay." Uncle Ma interrupted him with a wave of his hand, "I have already left a connection signal in some places. Now let's go to see if there is a response from the young lady."

"Okay." Xiao Lin nodded, watching Uncle Ma leave, holding the wine bag in his palm, with blue veins on the surface.

Sure enough, he has already been suspected. Uncle Ma, an old guy who has always been cautious, will never give him a chance. I can't wait any longer, once Mo Yuan is really found, his affairs will be in the open, and it will be irreversible!

You forced me, you forced me...

Gritting his teeth, Xiao Lin turned and left.

Uncle Ma is an old man who joined the Guangming Guard at the same time as Mo Ming. He is an old man with profound qualifications. He has fought countless times with the "Obam" race over the years.

Now, he cast flesh polymorphism, transformed into a low-level "Obam" with a little white hair and a little noble blood, sitting on the seat eating and drinking.

The food on the table, in the eyes of "Obam", is delicious, but it is difficult for the human race to swallow.

But at this moment, regardless of his demeanor or behavior, Uncle Ma's performance was flawless. He even performed a low-level "Obam" with only a little noble blood. He was inferior but extremely sensitive, and deliberately disguised it. pride.

In the hotel, the "Obams" on the surrounding tables occasionally glanced over, and most of them showed a hint of contempt, thinking that the turtles from nowhere had accumulated a few months or even a year of income before they could eat and drink here. , it is ridiculous to have to put on a gesture of great background.

After a while, the service "Obam" in the hotel even couldn't help reminding him to ask Uncle Ma to be quiet when eating, so as not to affect the dining of surrounding guests.

Uncle Ma's face turned red, but he didn't dare to cause trouble, so he could only force himself to endure the grievances, which caused a burst of laughter around him.

But soon, no one could care about it, and then to see an ugly fellow, the "Obam" whispered.

Uncle Ma ate a lot slower, and he raised his ears to eavesdrop. He didn't hide it at all, but the more he did, the more he fit into one. He used up his savings to eat a big meal, and then went back to his own one-third of an acre with a bunch of talking points. , the low-level "Obam" image of Haibuki God Chat.

Suddenly, Uncle Ma frowned. He rubbed his stomach and seemed to have eaten enough. He glanced at the messy cups and bowls on the table.

"Bill, please!"

After saying a word, he dropped the old purse, got up and walked out.

One step, two steps, three steps...

"Wait a minute, I haven't figured it out yet, don't you..." Before the shouting could fall, Uncle Ma stomped heavily, the ground collapsed with a loud "Boom", and his whole body turned into a phantom, whistling towards the outside. out.

"Humph!" Leng hum suddenly sounded, and an "Obam" appeared out of thin air, blocking the way, "The sense of smell is very keen, is it the old man who punishes the sky? But since you are in the Great King City today, don't leave."

The front hooves rise and fall!

boom-

Uncle Ma flew back upside down, blood surging in the process, he lifted the Transfiguration, revealing the human body.

"Human Race!"

"Obam" in the hotel screamed and ran away frantically.

During this period of time, because of what happened in Xiaoxiang Mountain, the "Obam" in Dawangcheng had an unspeakable awe and fear of the human monks on the other side of the mountain.

Uncle Ma raised his hand and grabbed an "Obaum", directly twisting his neck, his calm face showed bloodthirsty meaning, "Since I was discovered, I never thought of leaving this place alive, but I was dying. Before, I always had to pull a few pads!"

Shot "Obam" furious, "Looking for death!"

boom-

boom-

Two more tyrannical breaths erupted, and the hidden "Obam" powerhouse shot and united to kill.

After a while, the entire long street was destroyed, Uncle Ma fell to the ground, and his body almost collapsed before he died.

Opposite, the three "Obam" powerhouses were pale, and their eyes were a bit frightened.

This lunatic, in a three-on-one situation, they have an absolute strength advantage, and they were almost dragged to bury several times.

"Damn human race!"

In the roar, a strong "Obam" waved his front hoof, and Uncle Ma's head rose into the sky.

"Uncle Ma..." Mo Yuan cried out sadly.

Qin Yu covered her mouth and raised his hand to close the window.

On the long street separated from the restaurant, Xiao Lin's incarnation of "Obam", after confirming his death, his lips trembled a few times, and he turned and left quickly.