Chapter 827: You must die
The dragon head sat on the ground limply, his eyes wandering and he had lost his look.
"Leader, you really have a good hand..."
Mo Xuanchen lifted his body slightly, and met the dragon head's eyes with an evil smile.
"At the very beginning, you have already calculated it. If this incident happens, you will pretend to be ignorant and push the matter to your son Long Tian. Then, when you are killing your relatives and clearing the door, you will secretly control Long Tian. Let go... Therefore, you avoided the edge of this matter and left all the things to Long Tian to handle... But what you didn't expect is that you have waited for thousands of destined people... this It really appeared once!"
The dragon's head was short of breath and shook his head slightly in disbelief.
"You... how did you know?!"
"Do you think... Longhu Villa, the deity has no eyes?!"
Mo Xuanchen sneered disdainfully, and raised the corners of his lips to pick out an evil smile.
"The appearance of the destined person caught you off guard...Because you did not find the destined person, and you were afraid that you could not explain it to Gu Lan, therefore, you scolded your son in despair! Right!?"
"Son..." The dragon head's spirit seemed to recoil a little, and he jumped up suddenly: "Son...my son..."
He knows Mo Xuanchen's methods and the cultivation of the people under his hands!
Once they come out to kill, then his son will undoubtedly die.
"No! No!"
In panic, he broke into the barrier.
"I want to save my son... I want to save my son..."
Under the collision, the enchantment slammed into a rebound force, instantly knocking him into flight.
Without waiting for his figure to fall to the ground, Mo Xuanchen had already waved lightly.
The dragon head's body suddenly froze in the air, unable to move.
Space confinement! ! !
He tentatively struggled twice, except that his eyes can express his horror, nothing can help!
Mo Xuanchen's arm gracefully passed through the confinement space and pulled out the long sword from his waist.
"Long Tau, for your ancestors' loyalty to life and death, I will leave the blood of your dragon family and will not kill them all! But...you must die!!"
The long sword pierced the dragon head's chest quietly and gently, his pupils shrank in pain.
Space confinement, only confining his body, but unable to control the feeling of pain.
He could clearly feel the pain of the sword piercing the flesh, the despair of piercing the internal organs, and the desolation of piercing the body! !
He, the master of a dignified village, died so miserably and desperately!
The blood dripped down the Jianfeng.
Like the candlelight jumping in the room, the life of the dragon head also disappeared little by little.
Mo Xuanchen had disappeared from the room, but the space constraints were still there.
It wasn't until the light of life in the dragon head's eyes completely disappeared that he fell to the ground with a "bang".
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In the bamboo house, Ling Luoyu fell asleep on the table.
When he felt his shirt move slightly, he suddenly woke up.
The sun entered the eyes and it was already dawn.
She was wearing Mo Xuanchen's coat, and his people were no longer seen, only a letter was left on the table.
Seeing the letter, Ling Luoyu suddenly felt an unknown.
"This evildoer, won't he sneak away again?!"
Sure enough, thousands of words were written eloquently on the letterhead, but in the end it was summarized into one sentence.
He alone went to stop the trouble for Ling Luoyu, and asked her to return to the capital of Ling Mansion, and at the end of the letter, he repeatedly warned that women's clothing should not be restored! !
