The affection of father-son, mother-son has faded a lot.

He has been silently under pressure from his family, and his failure to resist does not mean that he can tolerate anyone acting for him in his name.

That's fine, if someone still shoots at his woman, he will do it mercilessly, and he doesn't have to worry about anything else.

Whoever it is!

Luo Hengbo twitched his hand, but he didn't pull it out, God knows, the murderous aura here came from Mo Yandong's terrifying eyes that almost ate her, which made her scalp tingle. Mo Ziqing has been holding her hand since she appeared at the engagement banquet, as if she was afraid that she would run away.

It's like a declaration of sovereignty, like a declaration of their relationship between all people.

Mrs. Mo stood on the side, silently watching all this, her eyes frequently focused on her son, and she stopped talking several times, her heart was cold......

On top of the altar there are also several priests of the sacrificial temple.

The priest was chanting prayers in a strange and incomprehensible language.

On the entire altar, there was a strange scene.

After a while, the sound of the sacrifices' prayers ended, and the flag on the platform began to be different from usual, and the flag body was floating with a trace of black gas, like an invisible and bottomless black hole, ready to devour the people around it.

Mo Yan didn't know what secret method was used, so he put a little bit on Mo Yandong, "What other last words do you have?" ”

Mo Yandong finally didn't have to rely on his expression alone to express his anger and unwillingness, and immediately scolded Luo Hengbo, "You little slut! You hurt Lao Tzu to such an extent, Lao Tzu will not let you go as a ghost, and he will not let you go as a ghost! Little slut, little slut ......"

Luo Hengbo was scolded and shrunk behind Mo Ziqing.

In order to be more effective, this person's cultivation is all there, and it has not been abolished, this is the anger of the Xuansheng Realm, and Luo Hengbo can't bear it for the time being.

Mo Ziqing strode forward, unceremoniously slapped Mo Yandong a few times, and knocked out one of his teeth, and the shot was so ruthless that it was eye-catching, and said coldly, "Since you have nothing to say, just throw it in." ”

Mo Yandong became frightened at this time, and turned his head to Mo Yan and appealed again and again, "Brother, you are my brother, spare me, I am also in the Xuansheng Realm, I am willing to admit my mistakes to my ancestors, to the clansmen who were killed by me, I am willing to return the immortal weapons that were snatched away at the beginning, I am willing to ......"

Mo Yan was unmoved, he was a person whose own son could feed the banner, let alone a brother?

Besides, this person is cruel and vicious, and his words will definitely not count, and if he wants to confess, he will come back and confess his guilt himself, so that he will not be caught before he thinks of confessing.

The most important thing is that now that the banner is declining, there is an urgent need for high-ranking monks to sacrifice the flag.

Sacrificing him can increase luck for at least five hundred years, which is a timely rain for Qianmo City at this time!

Five hundred years!

"It's not easy for you to become holy, and it is estimated that you have a great opportunity, if my Qianmo City is not like this time, if you take the initiative to return and confess your sins, maybe you will be spared death, but now this season, you know, okay, the sacrifice begins......" Mo Yan took a step back and said.

At this time, two old men wearing sacrificial robes came over, dragged Mo Yandong up, and walked towards the Qiqi.

When the three of them approached Yunqi, only Mo Yandong seemed to be pulled by an invisible force, and his clothes and hair were all fluttering in the direction of Yunqi.......

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