Chapter 358

Simon sang screamed in pain, trying to get rid of her.

Who knows, Mo Qingge is riding on his shoulder, one hand firmly hook his neck, one hand holding a dagger, knife after knife, death is not willing to let go.

"You crazy woman, let me go, let me go!" Simon sang struggled hard and couldn't breathe.

Back, she was madly stabbed more than ten blood holes.

Finally, Ximen Sang's anger reached the extreme, and the fierce Xuanli all over his body rose wildly, and the powerful force shook Mo Qingge out.

"Ah..."

Mo Qingge heavily landing, chest is full of blood, white clothes were covered with blood, only the clear eyes, still full of stubborn blood red.

"Cheap maid!"

Simon sang, also covered with blood, came forward and stepped on Mo Qingge's slender wrist.

Ear, came the sound of broken bones, "click" sound.

"Ah..." Mo Qingge ate the pain and made a sound. He bit his lower lip and didn't speak.

Ink star sink see potential, quickly came forward: "let go of my sister, let go of her!"

"Get out of here!" Simon sang pushed away the ink star, and his strength increased.

Piercing pain, a surge up, Mo Qingge only feel, his arm will be broken by him.

"Cheap maid, see clearly!" Simon sang looked down at her and said, "mole ants are always mole ants. Don't try to challenge her. You don't deserve it!"

Mo Qingge stares at him coldly: "don't give me any chance, otherwise, I will kill you!"

"It's up to you?" Simon sang sneered, "it's just a waste of xuanhuangjing. Even with the help of others, even in another hundred years, you will still be my loser!"

Every word, like a sharp dagger, pierced her heart.

Ink song eyes color stubborn, finger bone tight curl up, not reconciled to the extreme!

But Simon Sang was right.

She's just a low hand. She can't even protect herself. Is she still trying to protect her mother?

"How dare you stare at me?"

Seeing her look cold, Simon Thornton was even more upset. He grabbed the dagger from the singer Moqing and thrust it into her palm.

All of a sudden, the blood splashed and the skin opened.

"Ah..."

"Song, song!" Leng Hongzhu came forward, knelt down in front of Simon sang and pleaded, "don't hurt her. I'll go with you. I'll go with you. Don't hurt her!"

"Saint, don't kneel to him!" Mo Qingge is very anxious.

Her mother is the saint of Qiyun temple. How can she kneel so casually?

"I'll go with you. Don't do it again!" Cold red candle begged bitterly, tears of heartache and despair gushed out.

"Well, please." Simon sang threatened.

"I beg you." At this time, lenghongzhu has no respect for any dignity, "I beg you to let go of the song, you can let me do anything!"

"Saint

Mo Qingge's state of mind is collapsing. Her nails are embedded in the flesh, and she is almost unconscious of the pain.

How can mother ask for help?

"Ha ha ha." Simon sang couldn't help laughing. "I just like to see you groveling like a dog!"

Mo Qingge seems to be so angry that he loses his sense. He doesn't know where his strength comes from. He gets up and slaps Simon sang in the face heavily.

"I'll kill you!"

"Damn it Simon sang reacted and was about to continue to fight, but he was stopped.

"Simon, that's about enough!" Shangguan Feng step forward, block in front of Mo Qingge, hold her in his arms, between the eyebrows is all cherish, "Qingge, good."

"Shangguanfeng!"

Shangguan Feng glanced at him coldly: "Simon sang, how can we say that we are brothers of the same sect immediately? Since the saint has promised to leave, you don't have to do so much?"

Cold tone, there is no meaning of concession.

"Oh, good." Simon sang reluctantly swallowed his anger back. "For your face, I won't worry about this cheap maid for the moment, but if there's another time... Don't blame me for being merciless!"

After that, he stares at Mo Qingge coldly.

If not take into account the face of Shangguan Feng, today, he directly killed this cheap maidservant!

"Go yourself, saint, and I won't have to invite you." Simon sang doesn't talk much because he's in a hurry.

"Good."

Leng Hongzhu bit his lower lip and had to get up from the ground and follow Simon sang.

"Saint Mo Qingge and Mo Xingshen speak almost at the same time.

"Qingge, stop chasing me." Shangguan Feng hugged her and said gently, "it's useless."

If the resistance is useful, the whole Qiyun hall will not stand idly by.

The arm can't bend the thigh.

In a word, make Mo Qingge heart like a knife, finger bone tightly curled up, trying to force himself to calm down.

"Simon sang!" She spoke coldly.

Simon sang looked back and looked at her disdainfully. "Why, little trash, do you still have something to say?"

Mo Qingge stares at his eyes coldly, and his tone is neither humble nor overbearing: "five years, at most five years, I will defeat you personally and take my mother back!"

Determined and decisive.

Yes, now she is not Simon Sang's opponent, so she takes this as her goal and defeats this guy!

"Oh, good." Simon sang still disdained, did not put her words in mind, "then I will be in Ximen Zong, waiting for you this waste!"

A xuanhuang realm low hand, also deserve to say this kind of words with him?

Don't you know the difference between xuanhuang realm and Xuanshen realm?

Even if you give her a hundred years, she may not be able to catch up.

Leaving this sentence behind, Simon sang took the saint, called other disciples and left the hall together.

The air, as if instantly become quiet.

"Saint..." heartache, has been numb.

It's useless for her to watch her mother be taken away, but she can't do anything.

She vowed that she would fulfill her promise and one day she would go to Ximen sect and bring her mother back!

"Qingge." Shangguan Feng looked at her anxiously, "don't be sad, you..."

"Let go of me!" Mo Qingge pushes him away, can't hear any words, and turns to leave the hall.

"Qingge!"

"Qingge!" Ink star sink also hurriedly catch up.

At this time, his heartache was no less than his sister's, and guilt and remorse poured into his heart.

He is too useless, not enough strength, to protect his sister and mother, just let them suffer the insult.

Mo Qingge shut himself up in the room for a whole night without talking to anyone or letting anyone in.

She just sat by the bed, silent, let the body, the palm of the wound dripping blood, has been numb.