Shocked, the idiot's daughter drove a fighter jet to the battlefield

"Death date? He is so arrogant at such a young age. It seems that he has no idea of ​​his own limitations if I don't teach him a lesson!"

The big toast was still sitting there cross-legged, but he suddenly slammed the small table in front of him with one hand.

"boom!"

The small table did not break, but the ground under the table had cracked. At the same time, a domineering true energy flowed along the crack and headed straight for Nan Mo who was outside the door.

Nan Xiao in the space looked at the scene with great worry, "Cousin, please come in quickly, it's dangerous!"

Nan Mo replied, "Don't worry."

The corners of her lips curled slightly, and when the crack was right under her feet, she flew into the air, and when she landed, she appeared on the small table in the room.

Tap the table with your toes.

"Oh!"

The table exploded, and the big toast next to it suddenly dodged back with the impact of the explosion.

After he stood firmly, he held the handle of the whisk in one hand and supported the whisk with the other, preparing to kill.

At this time, Nan Mo was sitting on a chair opposite him.

His posture was lazy and casual, as if he didn't take this big chieftain, who was feared by many people, seriously at all.

"I didn't expect a yellow-haired girl like you to have such skills!"

"I have a lot of abilities, but you won't have the chance to experience them."

As soon as he finished speaking, Nan Mo had a pistol in his hand.

Without even giving the other party a chance to be surprised, he just aimed and shot.

"Bang bang bang bang!"

Four shots in a row.

"Pfft..."

The chieftain's legs and arms were hit and he fell to the ground.

Even when he was spitting blood, he still didn't forget to negotiate terms.

"Leave me alive, and I will ensure you a lifetime of wealth and glory!"

"Ah!"

"Do you think what you want is what I want?"

"You...you...what do you mean?"

"what for?"

Nan Mo sneered, "Why are you looking for the Phoenix Girl of Destiny?"

The chieftain's pupils trembled when he heard this, "You...you know...that old man told you..."

"Master, please come out and see him for the last time!"

Nan Mo interrupted the chieftain, and then with a wave of his hand, Qing Yunzi, who was originally still in the space, staggered and appeared out of thin air.

"My dear disciple, I almost sprained my waist."

"Don't worry, you old man will take care of the young people during this period of time."

"Go away...what kind of words are you saying to a girl?"

Qing Yunzi waved his hand and sat down on the chair next to him, then looked at the big chieftain who was full of shock.

"You...you're...still alive?"

"Yes, thanks to my good disciple, I am alive and well."

At this moment, Qing Yunzi was extremely angry, his eyes were filled with murderous intent, "Old man, don't you forget who you are? You actually have such delusional thoughts!"

"Hahaha……"

The chieftain laughed and said, "Identity? To put it nicely, we are a branch of the Mohist school, but to put it bluntly, we are abandoned.

The Mohist family has been quiet for years, and I almost forgot that this family existed. Don't you think I should seek a better future for the disciples I lead?"

"If you have something to ask for and ambitions, that's your business, but why did you do that to me behind my back? You locked me up in a dungeon and didn't give me food or water. You wanted me to die of starvation and thirst, didn't you?"

Qing Yunzi was extremely angry, but he just pointed at his nose and cursed.

The chieftain sneered, "You and I are from the same family. I can't kill you and you can't kill me either. I can only let you fend for yourself. I didn't expect you to be so lucky and not die of starvation or thirst."

After saying this, the chieftain's face changed, "You old thing, if you didn't disagree with my approach, why would I put you in the water dungeon?"

"I agree with your actions? As a member of the Mo family, you have forgotten your mission and responsibilities. Do you think I can agree with that? I was already showing you leniency by not arresting you and sending you back home immediately. I never thought that you wanted to kill me!"

"You don't really think your hometown is still there, do you? So many years have passed, and I don't know how many generations have passed since the Butterfly Valley and the Valley of the Dead were passed down, but has anyone from the Mohist School ever come or show up? I guess the so-called Mohist School has long been extinct!"

"You are talking nonsense. How can you just say that the foundation of the Mohist school will disappear?"

Qing Yunzi originally wanted to vent his anger when the great chieftain was dying, but now he was very angry instead.

"Master, you better stop talking. I'll just give him a quick death."

Just as Nan Mo picked up the pistol, aimed, and prepared to shoot.

Suddenly, a man in a white robe and a silver mask appeared in the room.

There was a silver long sword hanging around his waist, and the black ink words on the handle were very conspicuous.

Without waiting for anyone to speak, the man drew his sword and swung it, cutting off the chieftain's head.

Then the man casually threw out a handful of medicine powder, and the big chieftain's body and head instantly turned into a pool of blood.

After calmly dealing with the corpse of the chieftain, the man slowly turned around and his eyes fell on Nan Mo.

Qing Yunzi knelt down at this time and said, "Qing Yunzi from the Mohist branch greets Master Rong Weirong."

The man glanced at Qing Yunzi and then looked at Nan Mo again. The look in his eyes under the silver mask was unpredictable and unclear.

Nan Mo met the other person's gaze, but she was still sitting on the chair, looking lazy and casual, playing with the pistol that she had not been able to pull the trigger just now.

She looked calm, but in fact she was still afraid of this person in her heart, because she didn't detect any of his aura at all. Even Gou Zi didn't sense any other strange aura before this person appeared.

This shows how mysterious and special the Mohist School is. Why can't Gouzi sense any traces of the Mohist School and the Nanzhao Kingdom in this world? Because as long as they don't show up actively, they can't be scanned at all.

"rise."

The man suddenly said this word, and Qing Yunzi stood up.

"Is she the child in the saint's belly?"

Qing Yunzi nodded repeatedly, "Yes...she...she is."

After getting Qing Yunzi's affirmative answer, the man put away his sword, nodded towards Nan Mo, then turned and walked out.

At the same time, he said, "The Mo family is not extinct."

The next moment the man disappeared.

Qing Yunzi made sure that the person had left and heaved a long sigh of relief, "Scared the old man to death... scared the old man to death..."

"Who is he?"

Nan Mo's voice brought Qing Yunzi back to his senses, and he immediately stepped forward and whispered, "He is Lord Rong Weirong, a close confidant of the Mo family's Patriarch."

"Does that mean the head of the Mo family has appeared?"

"It's possible. Rong Wei would never leave the patriarch under normal circumstances. He is almost inseparable from the patriarch."

Nan Mo was silent for a moment. "Didn't the chieftain just say that he hadn't seen anyone from the Mo family's hometown for several generations? How can you be sure that this person is the one you mentioned?"

"My dear disciple, you have not yet recovered your memories from your previous life, so you don't know that every generation of the Mo family's patriarch has a Rong Wei by his side. Rong Wei does not represent a person in the Mo family, but a title.

Every generation of Rong Wei is dressed like this, especially the silver long sword on his waist, which is the symbol of Rong Wei's identity."