Chapter 5272

"Why is the boss so confused?" Mujingyang mujingwaterlogging Qi sighs.

Seven uncle Mu Jingrui is also very calm. He shakes his head and takes out a wooden box to open it, and takes out a life card. "Elder brother's life lamp has been completely broken, which is supposed to be dead by reason."

Muwurtz called out, "no? Isn't that great uncle now, and now he? "

Corpse puppet? Two words came out of everyone's heart.

Mu Jingrui threw the box into the cage and sighed, "big brother is confused."

Mujingfeng suddenly rushed over, but the man was stopped by the iron fence.

He squeezed into the iron fence, a deformed face, dead pressed on the iron post, two eyes could hardly roll, so inclined to stare at the tree.

"I, take me I, with you, with you, mother Together They were buried together. " Mujingfeng rushed to stare at the tree, but only to spit out such a difficult sentence.

This surprised everyone and looked at him in surprise.

Can the corpse puppet still be conscious?

What does this mean? It means that the means of Tianyun may be completely upgraded.

Will the corpse puppets they make in the future retain people's will before they die, or All with ideas.

In that case, it will be more difficult to deal with.

The body that the corpse puppet sword does not invade, plus the brain that can think, and the world of the cultivator, are afraid to be able to contend with each other?

The tree looked at him coldly. In the eyes that only saw the dead bones and no human shadow, it clearly reflected the incomplete and variant body of mujingfeng.

People saw that mujingfeng, as a corpse puppet, unexpectedly I shivered with humanity.

When they saw the dim cold light in the eyes of the little master, they all felt a slight chill at the top of their hearts.

It's too cold!

The eyes of the little master are so heartless.

"You don't deserve it." She spits out these three words coldly, each of which seems to be thumping hard on everyone's heart.

Pity that mujingfeng has no eyelids at this time. If not, his eyelids will quiver.

At this time, even the two black pea like eyes could not rotate, but they stared at the tree slowly.

"Mujingfeng, until the end of life, I, my mother, will never forgive you."

"You are not worthy to be buried with her. Look at yourself, this pair of withered bones, this pair of disgusting Barra's remnant. Do you want to defile her eyes?"

"Don't be so pretentious before you die. You don't trust her or love her at all. You can't match her from head to toe, including your hair. You! In this life, there will be no chance to see her again! "

The vicious words of small facial paralysis shattered everyone's heart and soul.

Several elders looked at her with shocked eyes.

Mu Cang, the owner of my hometown, holds the hand of his walking stick and shivers a little.

They don't know what words to use to describe the shock in their hearts at the moment.

The determination of small facial paralysis is cruel, straightforward and cold, which almost suffocates everyone.

The old man looked back and saw that mujingfeng had stopped shaking. He hung it on the iron post quietly. His black eyes were staring at the direction of Xiaomian paralysis turning away.

"Jingfeng." The old man held his cane and wept.

This is his son. He was raised by his side. He grew up and grew up. Nowadays, the white haired people always feel sad when they send the black haired people.