The Mole Cricket King roared angrily, staring at Luo Xiaoman with a pair of ferocious eyes.
It was a great shame to think that he, a majestic fourth-level monster, was tricked by two human children and even had one of his legs broken.
He must use the blood of these two humans to wash away this shame.
"Hiss!" King Molecule roared angrily again, and the surrounding mole crickets responded and surrounded him one after another.
The space here is very narrow. Luo Xiaoman and Mo Yuan are caught in the middle and cannot move. The situation is very urgent.
"General, tear him to pieces." Luo Xiaoman gritted his teeth. Now he could only rely on the general to contain the Mole Cricket King. The little Mole Cricket here could only be blocked by Mo Yuan.
However, they are just trying to survive for a moment longer. If they can't think of a way to escape, they will eventually be overwhelmed by these little beasts.
Mo Yuan held the prison in his hand, his eyes were cold. Every time he swung his sword, the red light shone, and a mole cricket was cut into pieces.
However, there were too many mole crickets in front of him, and the space here was very narrow, making it difficult for Mo Yuan to fight his way out.
"Xiaoman!" Suddenly, Mo Yuan glanced at Luo Xiaoman, and the determined look in his eyes made Luo Xiaoman's heart tremble.
She read him.
"No! You were just injured and if you use the glazed guqin again, the backlash will be more serious." Luo Xiaoman frowned and refused without hesitation.
"But..." Mo Yuan glanced around, and the surging crickets surged up like waves, "We can't hold on for long."
"Yuan..."
"Xiaoman, believe me." Mo Yuan curled his lips and showed a faint smile to Luo Xiaoman, "I'll be fine."
"What's more, the glazed guqin is my magic weapon, isn't it?" As he spoke, he exuded a powerful aura, "If you can't even control it, what's the use of a powerful magic weapon?"
Luo Xiaoman's heart trembled, Mo Yuan's words were like strings, teasing the apex of his heart.
This guy... is really cute and stubborn.
"Okay!" She sighed, and then looked at Mo Yuan with burning eyes, "But you must promise me not to get hurt again."
"good!"
Mo Yuan nodded, then turned around and slammed the hell in his hand to the ground.
Suddenly, a strong killing intent surged out from the sword, repelling all the surrounding mole crickets, leaving a blank space.
Here, the Molecular King just happened to send the general flying away, and his eyes fell on Mo Yuan. He seemed to feel something, and then left the general behind and ran towards this side quickly.
Mo Yuan closed his eyes and took a deep breath. Suddenly, a violent momentum surged out, exploding the ponytail behind him.
The loose ponytail danced in a swagger, and the black straight clothes made a sound, so majestic.
Buzz!
A guqin emerged and fell into Mo Yuan's hands.
He holds the piano with his left hand and presses the strings with his right hand, exuding an intimidating power.
Looking at Mo Yuan's back, Luo Xiaoman couldn't help but think of the previous scene in his mind. The figure standing proudly in front of the immortals was so similar to him now, as if they were the same person.
Yuan, have you really inherited that man's skills
still…
"Hiss!!" The Mole Cricket King roared angrily, rushed forward quickly, then jumped up and flew towards Mo Yuan.
At the same time, the surrounding mole crickets also swarmed up and tried to tear the person in front of them into pieces.
(End of chapter)