Only when facing the reincarnation of a brother-in-law, Mojia's power will be truly inspired.
However, to attack him herself, she...
Sheng's eyes fell on the stone house, and the bright beam of light illuminated his face.
Keeping an eye on him, Mojia said in a deep voice, "I'll be fine! Attack me now!"
Huanhuan gritted her teeth and couldn't care less. She raised her cane and pointed it at him——
A burst of fiery red quickly surrounded Mojia, and his silver hair suddenly rose up. He slowly closed his red eyes. The wind around him became more and more fierce, and the vortex stirred up by him had spread to the entire valley.
Mo Sheng frowned, "Okay, Mo Jia, since you insist, don't blame me for being rude!" After that, Qi Hao ordered, "Sheng, get rid of him first!"
The hurricane surrounded Mojia, but he still closed his eyes and remained motionless.
Huanhuan braved the strong wind and came to him, holding her cane with both hands, her hair flying messily in the wind, and she firmly blocked the person behind her.
Mo Chen took a deep breath and said, "Huanhuan, get out of the way."
Huanhuan sneered and remained silent. She was so stupid before that she still had hope for this person!
"Okay, then don't blame me." Mo Sheng took a step back and said coldly, "Sheng, deal with it all."
The top of my head didn't respond for a long time.
Mo Sheng was stunned for a moment, then spoke again, "Sheng, do you hear that? I'll let you get rid of them all!"
Huanhuan stood there warily staring at Sheng. He still remained sitting and floating in mid-air, his eyes were dull and there was no reaction at all.
"Holy!" Mo Sheng seemed to be angry and shouted sternly, "Didn't you hear my order?"
Sheng's expression was strange, a little confused and struggling. Mo Sheng noticed something was wrong and hurriedly took him down, "Sheng, what's wrong with you?"
A pair of black eyes with a few wisps of black energy flowing through the saint's jet-black eyes, staring at the sky, his chubby little hands slowly raised, as if to grab something in the air, he opened his mouth, and actually spit out a single tone, "
Valley... Valley..."
Mo Sheng was stunned, "You..."
He suddenly remembered something and cursed in a low voice, "Damn Pashi, how dare you lie to me! When I get out, I will never let you go!"
Damn it, it was clearly said that the Holy Assembly would become a machine that would only obey their orders? But now he is obviously in a state of awakening. By then, it won't take long before he will be fully awakened. By then, no one can even think about it.
Control him again!
"You have no chance to get out."
The sudden clear voice startled him.
Mo Sheng raised his head little by little and looked at Mo Jia who was standing in front of him at some point, looking as faint as a banished immortal.
Mo Sheng narrowed his eyes and stared at him. His hand quickly reached for his waist. As soon as he grabbed the gun, he felt a pain in his wrist and the gun in his hand suddenly fell to the ground.
Behind Mo Jia, Huan Huan waved his cane, his bright eyes full of coldness, "It's best not to move."
Looking at the gun on the ground, Mo Sheng suddenly laughed and raised his eyes to stare at the silver-haired man opposite, "You want to kill me?"
Mojia didn't say anything, but stretched out his hand, "Give it to me."
In the final analysis, Mo Sheng is just an ordinary human being. In Mo Jia's eyes, he is not even an enemy. Even if he keeps messing around behind his back, without Hunshi, Yan Xihua and the evil beast, he will still be happy.
There won't be any big storms.
Mojia only cares about evil beasts.
This realization made Mo Sheng quite angry.
He hugged Sheng tightly and sneered, "Mojia, you are still so arrogant. Do you know how disgusting you are like this! You think you are the pride of the whole clan, so you can trample everyone under your feet."
Come on?!"
His suppressed rage was now vented out with his roar.
In this last moment.
His last chance in life.
Mojia's eyes were slightly cold and she just looked at him.
Mo Sheng sneered, but his voice was trembling, "When I was four years old, I realized that on my birthday, in addition to saying 'Happy Birthday' from my mommy, I could also get everyone's blessings and even enjoy it.
Grandpa's kind smile... Haha, he has never smiled like that at me once... Do you remember? At that time, I was hiding in the corner, watching you, who was praised by the whole clan.
Little birthday girl. I asked mommy, why can’t I? She just sighed and answered me, who said you are not the savior who can save the whole clan?"
He suddenly burst into laughter and burst into tears, "Growing up, what my parents have said most often is, who makes you not Mojia? Who makes you not Mojia?! Until the moment my father died.
, he was also sighing, why am I not you..." At the end of the sentence, he was roaring, "Mojia, you let me live in your shadow for almost thirty years!"
Looking at him, Huanhuan couldn't help but feel a little moved.
It is conceivable that no one paid attention to Mo Sheng in his childhood. The pressure came from everyone around him. In that environment, his psychology began to be seriously distorted. He was the source of all evil.
It all comes down to Mojia. However, sympathy does not mean forgiveness.
Mo Sheng pointed at the stone house opposite, his eyes were red, and he said word by word, "I will use that strange formation to correct everything!"
Huanhuan was startled. She had always thought that Mo Sheng just wanted revenge on Mo Jia. But now it seems that he really wanted revenge. Why did he do so much and even bring evil beasts here?
Mojia stared at him and said calmly, "What do you want?"
Mo Sheng smiled, a little crazy. He slowly stopped laughing, but his eye circles became even redder, "I want to become you!"
Huanhuan's heart trembled. He had thought about so many outcomes, but never thought that he... just wanted to become Mojia.
Mo Jia closed his eyes lightly, with a trace of self-mockery on his lips, "What a beautiful wish."
to him.
To him too.
Become another person and have another life. Every step you take will leave deep or shallow footprints. In this world that is not clean, but makes people nostalgic, absorb every inch of air.
Lowering his eyes, he said, "Want to fight with me?"
Mo Sheng was stunned for a moment, and then all the anger in his chest was ignited. With a roar, he put Sheng at his feet, roared, and rushed towards Mo Jia.
In the face of hatred, fists are the simplest and most effective way.
Huanhuan was not worried at all that Mo Sheng would hurt Mo Jia, and all her attention was focused on Sheng.
Mo Sheng's fists were fast and fierce. Mo Jia held back his hands and stepped aside. Mo Sheng swung his fists several times in succession, becoming more angry. Suddenly, Mo Jia punched him hard in the face. Mo Sheng was stunned.
He took a few big steps back before he stabilized his body, and nosebleeds immediately poured out. He wiped it away awkwardly with his hands, held on, and rushed forward again, "Come again if you have the guts!!"
Mojia didn't give him any chance to fight back this time. He pushed him to the ground and punched him one after another. "Remember who is hitting you! Give up that damn idea of yours! You will never
It’s impossible to become him!”
Mo Jia's current strength has long exceeded the limits of human beings. Mo Sheng was beaten until he was unable to resist, and his face was covered with blood.
Huanhuan pursed her lips, and finally couldn't bear to say, "Mojia, if you really want to kill him, just punch him a few more times."
Mojia's fist stopped suddenly, only a few centimeters away from his face.
Mo Sheng slowly turned around and stared at him provocatively, but when he touched his red eyes, he was slightly startled.
Mo Jia's eyes were slightly closed, and a trace of sadness slowly overflowed from them. He lowered his head and spoke in a very low voice, so low that only two people could hear, "Mo family, I leave it to you."
Mo Sheng's eyes widened, looking at him in disbelief.
After saying that, he stood up, turned his back, and never looked at him again, "Leave here now, I don't have to kill you."
Mo Sheng's brows gradually tightened, and his fists were clenched until his knuckles turned blue.
He gritted his teeth and struggled to get up, "Mojia, don't regret it." After saying that, he staggered back.
At this time, Sheng seemed to be struggling uncomfortably. He turned over with such force that he fell from Mo Sheng's arms to the ground. He rolled on the grass and let out painful whimpering sounds like a small animal. His screams became increasingly louder and louder.
Big, getting louder and louder.
Huanhuan's eyes tightened, and without saying a word, she waved her cane and dropped it towards it. There was another loud "bang", and her power was bounced back. Sheng seemed to have no feeling, and was still struggling and rolling on the ground.
Now, Huan Huan does not believe in evil, and this time he tried his best to direct all his power towards the cane.
A dazzling light approached Xiang Sheng.
"Woo..." Sheng wailed, his small body shrouded in this beam of light, twitching violently.
Huanhuan did not dare to neglect, and concentrated all his will to sense the power of the body.
The saint's screams became more and more miserable.
Time passed by, no matter how hard Huanhuan tried, Sheng just screamed in pain, but was unscathed.
Huanhuan was anxious. She didn't know what went wrong, or maybe she didn't find a way to kill the evil beast?!
"You can't kill it." Behind him, Mojia suddenly spoke, his voice flat and without any change.
Huanhuan was stunned and slowly turned his head, "Mojia..."
Mojia stepped forward, held her down with one hand, and slowly pointed the cane at himself, "The person you want to kill is here."