Chapter 417

"Well." Hearing Mo jiuxie's serious inquiry, Nangong Zhuangzi was terrified, but he had to answer. Finally, he could only summon up the courage to answer this short voice.

See this, Mo nine evil this just slowly opened his eyes of a pair of red pupil son, will be like sharp sword spirit general vision fell on his body.

Seeing Mo jiuxie looking at himself with this kind of eyes, Nangong Zhuang could not help but feel his legs softened. He had already bent down and knelt directly on the ground.

"The last time you were asked to steal a token, you failed. Now you're so self opinionated that it's bad for me. Let's talk about what I should do with you."

Mo jiuxie's voice is very cold, but it just contrasts with the hot water around him.

It's hard for Mo jiuxie to leave a face. Nangong Zhuangzi knows that. At this time, he asked him to say how to deal with it. It's more terrible than Mo jiuxie directly dealing with him.

This problem of disposal can be light or heavy. It's for personal reasons. Nangong Zhuangzi certainly hopes that Mo jiuxie can take it lightly. However, looking at Mo jiuxie's momentum at the moment, it should be impossible. In this way, he can't say it lightly, and he's afraid to say it seriously. He can't weigh up what Mo jiuxie thinks.

"I'll listen to Hou Mojun." After some entanglement, Nangong Zhuangzi finally had to harden his head to open his mouth, which had no answer.

However, Mo jiuxie's face didn't change, but the tone of his voice was even more terrible. The voice was not only cold, but also unbearable“ Is it deaf? I ask you something

This forced Nangong Zhi's legs to soften and his voice trembled.

"I'm guilty. I just want to serve you. I'll blow myself up as soon as this battle is over." After a lot of helpless thinking, we can only take out a pair of determination to die.

As soon as this word came out, Mo jiuxie gave a sneer directly, and then a direct sentence, like a bolt from the blue, hit him on the head: "in front of the saddle, behind the horse? You deserve it, too? You can blow yourself up, and I won't dirty my hands. "

Anyway, Nangong Zhuangzi was once a demon master, and Mo jiuxie had already arranged everything. He had sat in the throne of the demon master, but he always obeyed him. Without Mo jiuxie, Nangong Zhuangzi would be nothing.

The Nangong village was not so heartfelt. There were too many calculations in his heart. Mo jiuxie could see this clearly. In other words, Mo jiuxie couldn't tolerate him. A heartless man didn't even deserve the animals around him.

As soon as Mo jiuxie said this, Nangong Zhuangzi collapsed on the ground. His whole body was shaking, and his eyes were full of despair. At this point, he could only face it like this.

"Yes

He slowly from the ground difficult to get up, ready to gather gas, but was mo nine evil a word interrupted, "you remove the magic platform, don't dirty my eyes."

I thought Mo jiuxie changed his mind, but I didn't expect that Mo jiuxie's words were even more decisive.

"Yes

But he could only turn around and walk towards the demon removal platform. The journey to the demon removal platform was not long, but it was very difficult for Nangong Zhuangzi to walk.

Even though there is too much fear, too much reluctant, too much unconvinced in Nangong Zhuangzi's heart, it can only be understood in this way.

For five hundred years, he has been the pawn of Mo jiuxie. Even if he wants to get rid of it, it's a fool's dream, and he finally falls down with such a result.

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The whole divine world, whether it's the library in Dongji mountain or the Leyou mountain in Gu Xinhai, has been soaking in the sea of books for two days. If you can't find a way to remove the poison in Junlin celestial body, there will be no way for Junlin celestial body to survive.

What this library collects is all the precious books, precious documents and ancient books among the six realms since the beginning of the world. Only the divine world has such right to get such unique things.

That is because there are too many books in the library, so even though they have never stopped what they are doing for two days, there are still more than half of the books they haven't read.

One day, only the last

An Mu Jin closes the immortal book in her hand, sighs decadent again, and puts the book back on the shelf. Her eyes are weak, and her eyes slowly fall out of the window.

An Mu Jin remembers that the whole library is just located in the westernmost part of Dongji mountain. On weekdays, the setting sun shines in through the window and just falls on the jade plum in front of the window. Now even the golden and thin setting sun is gone, and the sky becomes gray. Invisible pressure is coming on an Mu Jin.

An Mu Jin can't help frowning and sighing deeply. The books in the pavilion are like a sea. They are desperately looking for the only way to detoxify.

At the moment, Gu Xinhai has been with an mujin for two days. She hasn't closed her eyes for a rest, and even the immortal food hasn't entered. An mujin has been here since the war with Mo jiuxie, and she hasn't given her time to heal and cultivate in time. Now she is exhausted.

Looking at Gu Xinhai's continuous reading, an mujin's heart is extremely complicated.

In an Mu Jin's heart, she was very helpless. At present, all this was not the way. Such hope was too slim. However, she knew that it was too late, and the quickest way to save Jun Lin was that

An Hibiscus didn't think much more. She deeply understood that the king can't die in heaven!

The king can't die in heaven, not only because of her, but also because of the divine world and even the world!

An Mu Jin's eyes are empty. She walks out of the library slowly with light steps. Maybe it's time for her to give up and give up the dim hope.

The sky of the divine world is always blue, because they are in the divine world, they are above the clouds, but now an Hibiscus looks up and sees an endless gray.

This gray sky is like a layer of thick quilt, no crack down, the cold wind blowing in bursts, hanging on an Hibiscus's face appears to be painful, that is to say, such a cold wind blowing, will also blow heavy clouds.

An Hibiscus's eyes are empty and her expression is indifferent. What's the matter with her?

With doubts in her heart, an Mu Jin looks up at the sky. The heavy sky slowly drops small snowflakes. With a silent sneer, an Mu Jin reaches out to catch the snowflakes in her hand.

The cold snowflakes melt in the palm of an hibiscus. She can clearly feel the temperature of the snowflakes. Compared with the cold in her heart at the moment, the snowflakes are especially warm.

Maybe it has shaken the sky. Is God angry? Or sad?

No matter what, it can't change the present result. An mujin has made up her mind. Only by this last way can she make up for everything in front of her.