When Mu Tingting heard this, her face was so happy that she could not hide her. This man actually came for her. It seemed that he valued her, the saint, and even more so, his wife.

"Mu Shishi, you are capable, but so what, you still can't kill me." Mu Tingting was full of joy.

Mu Shishi raised the corner of her mouth, as if she heard a joke. She said that Mu Tingting would die today and would never give her any chance to survive. Even if she had Mo Qianye as the backstage, she would never let her go!

"If I say no!" She snorted coldly, ignored Mu Tingting's words at all, looked up at Mo Qianye, and her bloodthirsty eyes rose.

"Mu Shishi, don't be shameless." Mu Tingting pointed at Mu Shishi and almost jumped.

Mo Qianye's golden eyes moved darkly: "I must take her away today."

"Ha, I really didn't expect that the young master of the demon clan would taste so bad." Mu Shishi sneered, and the stamens in the mini pistol retreated and replaced it with a high-ion chip.

It's sunshine now, and she had been practicing in front of Yan Mufei and the North Wing Emperor before. The power of the real micro pistol and high-ion chips is even limitless.

However, she could expect that the high-ion chip developed by Alto was extremely powerful and it was still feasible to destroy a city!

"Mu Shishi, what are you talking about, you bitch...ah..."

Before he finished speaking, a golden gas in the sky hit her body instantly. Mu Tingting screamed, and then fell to the ground and felt like a needle pricking her whole body.

Mo Qianye's vision did not change, so he retracted his fingertips, "How can he let him go?"

The voice is cold, without the smell of negotiation, but it has an extremely depressing atmosphere.

"Nothing can't be done." Mu Shishi was completely uncompromising. No one could stop the person she wanted to kill!

Her eyes were blood red, and her body exuded the sharp breath of death. She was surrounded by black mist, and her hair was automatically windless, making her terrifying into Shura.

Mo Qianye's dull eyes lit up, and his sleeve-long fingers were wrapped around a strand of hair, as if he was thinking.

Below, Mu Tingting was tense and was shocked when she heard the young master of the demon clan. The demon clan was very powerful, strong enough to resist a country. She had heard about the demon clan at Douqi Academy a few years ago.

Now when it comes to identity, she is the saint of the demon clan, and such an identity is enough to be glorious.

She was very happy, but she felt fear from the man above, and she did not dare to be too presumptuous in front of him.

"This woman is my saint of the Demon Sect. If you kill her, you will be a saint for her." Mo Qianye put his finger on the development silk, and a faint smile appeared on his cold face.

Hearing this, Mu Tingting no longer cared about the pain in her body and looked up at Mo Qianye. How could it be? Isn’t it said that only the person who displays the magical ball is qualified to be a saint?

Zhang Yue below also showed a little shock. If the saint dies, the demons will definitely face an unpredictable catastrophe.

"Get out!" Mu Shishi pursed her lips and sniffed a word.

Saint? Get out of his Saint!

"Since you can't compromise, I don't need to say much." Mo Qianye waved his fingers, and eight scarred men fell from the sky, and the long sword in his hand exposed the powerful sword energy.

"I can't predict your power, but you can't predict my power either." Mu Shishi said, raising her right hand and aiming.
Chapter completed!