"Where is tianlingshui?" Mo Su gritted his teeth again and asked.

He stared at Mo Yangtian, hoping to see him through.

"I really don't know..." Mo Yangtian shook his head, his face full of pain. While Mo Xiaoyu was hiding away, his whole body trembling.

At this moment, another call came from the side.

"My Lord! There's something else over there!"

On the ground at the corner of the table, a transparent porcelain vase was shining with light.

Mo Su was so impressed that he went to pick up the bottle.

After identification, his face was horribly gloomy.

Yes, this is the bottle of holy water!

Before Feng Chuge left, she poured out all the holy water of Tianling and put it into another bottle, which was still in Mo Yangtian's room.

Prepare... Naturally, be a foot spirit!

Otherwise, where is the good play?

Feng Chuge sat on a tree not far away with emperor juechen in black, watching the scenes in the yard, full of banter.

"You said, how would Mo Su treat Mo Yangtian?" Feng Chuge raised her eyebrows and asked emperor juechen.

"It has nothing to do with me." Emperor juechen spat out these four words lightly.

Feng Chuge pulled her lips. "Don't be so confused about amorous feelings, OK?"

"I know a lot about customs. Don't you think I'm going to hang on a tree with my wife to watch the moon?" Emperor juechen turned his head and looked ambiguous.

Feng Chuge's eyes once again!

She felt what was happening inside and her eyes became a little excited. "Here we go, Mo Su, the old man, is completely angry..."

……

Yes, Mo Su is angry!

He held the transparent bottle in his hand, and his whole body projected terrible anger!

The holy water of the heavenly spirit is the treasure of the Mo family. Even he is reluctant to touch it. But now, look at this posture, it seems that Mo Yangtian has drunk it up!

In addition to what Mo Yangtian and Mo Xiaoyu have just seen above, Mo Su's face is terrible.

The whole body's anger made Mo Yang Tian tremble with fear. "Father, it's really none of my business. I don't know, father..."

"Shut up!"

"Father, it must be those outsiders, it must be the ghosts they made! Father, you must believe..."

However, his words were not complete. Mo Su kicked Mo Yangtian's abdomen with his long legs.

"Bang!"

Under the powerful impact, Mo Yangtian fell to one side and finally hit the table severely.

The table broke instantly!

A wooden stick happened to poke at Mo Yangtian's back.

Mo Yangtian screamed, and the stick pierced his body from the back to the front

Almost in a flash, Mo Yangtian suddenly lost his breath.

Blood dyed the ground red.

The whole room smelled of blood.

Mo Yangtian stares at him like he is dying! That face, even if it is dead, is still ferocious.

Mo Su looked at Mo Yangtian's death and was stunned. A moment later, his face became fierce again, as if Mo Yangtian was not his child. "If you are unfilial to your son, you will have a quarrel with your sister and steal the treasure of my family! You will die!"

After that, his eyes swept aside Mo Xiaoyu, who was already scared and about to faint.