Chapter 7738: source-8

Mo Xing quickly wrote the blood contract, signed his name, and pressed the **** handprint, sucked the wound, and silently walked to the side, silent.

Feng Chenglin sighed: "Okay, you young people can play, I am old, next time I will learn to play like this..."

Biting his finger, he was about to sign his name on the blood deed, but was stopped by Mo Xing.

"It's not you!"

"...What?" Feng Chenglin didn't react for a while: "Didn't you sign the contract? Why are you regretting it now?"

"I didn't regret it, I just said...it wasn't you!" Mo Xing's eyes fell on Ling Luoyu: "I want her!"

Feng Chenglin: "..."

This is really... not very harmful, but extremely insulting.

He froze a little on the spot.

"No, Mo Xing, what do you mean?"

His fingers were bitten off, he saw blood, and now he told me it wasn't him? !

"What's the matter? My blood is not blood, and I am not human??"

"That's not true, but I can see that among the three of you... Miss Ling is the most important thing!" Mo Xing also made no secret of his guess: "You will go through fire and water for her, and her husband will also He risked his life... so, I asked her to sign the contract..."

"you…"

"As long as Miss Ling signs the contract, it means that all three of you have signed my contract!"

At this moment, Mo Xing did not hide his thoughts at all.

"Hanging the three of you with one person... This is not a loss-making business!"

Feng Chenglin was speechless again: "..."

Taking two steps back, he carefully looked at the young man in front of him.

"Are you really that... Mo Xing?"

Ling Luoyu half-smiled, "This is the most real Mo Xing!"

The boy who was with Mo Xiaobai before was just a wolf in sheep's clothing.

The young man in front of him is scheming, sinister, and does not speak of martial arts!

Seriously, she really likes him a little bit.

"Fatty, use your blood," Ling Luoyu brushed a little of Feng Chenglin's blood with his fingers, and looked at Mo Xing: "Do you mind if I use his blood?"

Mo Xing nodded his head: "I don't mind a contract, all I want is a sense of ritual!"

Feng Chenglin: "...You fart! A sense of ritual... You used so much blood to write this blood contract?"

Mo Xing was very serious and nodded again: "This is the sense of ceremony!"

Feng Chenglin: "..."

Ling Luoyu pressed his handprint on the contract.

"We have done what you asked for, is there anything else?"

Mo Xing solemnly put away the silk paper: "No more, but..."

"You can't do it?" Feng Chenglin couldn't bear it anymore, and jumped up again: "You've been tossing so much, are you still finished?"

Mo Xing just glanced at him lightly: "I want to say, I will tell you about the divine stone, but believe it or not, it's up to you!"

"Aren't you talking nonsense..."

"It's not someone from the Mo family who is looking for the God Stone. Mo Shiyu is just a dog who listens to people's orders and does things for them!"

"...Is someone else looking for the divine stone?"

"It's the Lord of God!"

"…"

Ling Luoyu and Feng Chenglin looked at each other quietly.

- This matter is so troublesome, and after going around, it turned to the Lord again!

However, this is not surprising!

The starting point of the whole thing is not the Lord of God! ?