Demonic School Grass: Demon is a Girl

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Who will tell him why these people vomited blood and fell to the ground?

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Who is going to tell him why the boy took the flute out of thin air and appeared?

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Who came to tell him why he didn't feel at all?

Hua Ming's face can already be said to be completely suspicious of life.

The people who restrained him have all been affected. For a time, Hua Ming broke free from the restraint and ran to the side of the boy quickly.

Qiang Mo squinted at Hua Ming, who was still unable to recover, and sighed softly.

Anyway, it's a memory that needs to be erased, and it's not a problem to let him watch it for a while.

So full……

Just frightened.

Turning his head, the young man raised his eyes to look at the black-robed leader on the other side, suppressed the blood that had already begun to churn in his chest, and said wickedly:

"Why, the face of the dead black face has suddenly become so white that the deity can't adapt."

The black-robed leader's face seemed to be brewing a huge storm, a gloomy and frightening, cool voice said:

"The power of Demon Venerable is unfathomable, it really surprised me."

The corners of Qiang Mo's lips curved more and more sinisterly, but he did not speak, waiting for the next sentence of the person opposite.

Sure enough, the black-robed man went on to say:

"Your Excellency this time, I have seriously injured my powerful subordinates. I don't know how to calculate this account?"

Although the tone is very normal at first glance, when you listen carefully, you will find a weakness that is hard to hide.

Qiang Mo chuckled lightly, swallowed the blood in his throat, and said lightly:

"Damn face, kidnapped my people without saying a word, don't you need to pay for this account?"

The black-robed leader suddenly laughed again, a mouthful of blood spurted out of his mouth, and the corners of his mouth still had eye-catching bloodstains, and said:

"Mozun, this account is reserved for us to settle next time, but don't accidentally die in a corner."

There was deep hatred and anger in his tone.

Qiang Mo raised his brows slightly, pursed his lips and did not speak, this is to let her go.

The curvature of the corner of her mouth was a little emotional, but she still made the right bet.

If the dead blackface gathers the rest of the people to surround her...

With her current weak spiritual power, it is really impossible to leave safely without a miracle.

He raised his eyes and glanced at the black-robed man who had suffered internal injuries again, before turning around neatly and leaving, pulling Hua Ming, who was still stunned beside him, away.

Leaving the tent, the teenager still pursed his lips and didn't speak, but silently pulled Hua Ming away from the place just now, and walked quickly towards the direction of the military area.

After a period of time, the shadow of the tent just now could no longer be seen, and Hua Ming gradually reacted and spoke, but did not know how to ask:

"You, this, he... what's going on?"

After stammering for a while, Hua Ming asked such a sentence.

The paleness of Qiang Mo's face was completely revealed at this moment, and the corner of his mouth raised a wry smile.

Suddenly, a mouthful of bright red blood spurted out of the boy's mouth, which directly frightened Hua Ming to the ground again.

Is this kid injured? !

He hurriedly stretched out his hand to support the shaky boy, and anxiously painted again.

"When did you get hurt!"

Hua Ming's figure passed into Qiang Mo's caged eyes, and the boy opened his eyes with all his might, forcing himself to stay awake.

The curvature of the corners of her mouth was filled with bitterness, she shouldn't have died.

With Hua Ming's hand standing still, Qiang Mo raised his eyes.