"Master Yi Yang didn't feel guilty at all about betraying his friends. He said, 'Those who rebel against God should be punished! I'm just doing my duty as a believer!' This sentence is really hurtful. After Master Mo heard this,
, he laughed out loud at that time and said to Yi Yang, 'So, you hate me so much!' Thinking about it now makes people sad!" The storyteller lowered his face and shook his head, "Even the Holy Son of Light in the temple did not hesitate to use
My identity as the Holy Son was given to Mo Liduo, but it was her soldiers who betrayed her in the end. This Mr. Mo is really not a kind person to others, and he is not a kind person to others!"
Zhuoyang's hands were trembling, and his nails dug deeply into his palms, drawing blood but he didn't even notice it.
"Young Master? Young Master!" On the side, Xiliu looked at the lost look on his face and called out worriedly.
Zhuo Yang came back to his senses, used his true energy to repair the wound on his palm, and spoke softly in a hoarse voice, "She... did Mr. Mo die in pain?!"
"You have to listen to what I have to say about this paragraph!" The storyteller suddenly became energetic. He held a cup of tea to moisten his throat and slapped his fan. "Master Mo strode onto the burning platform, and the people in the temple immediately started to shout.
When the fire burned her, everyone thought that this handsome young master would be burned to ashes. Countless young girls in the audience had already begun to wipe their tears. Unexpectedly, at this moment, a figure soared into the sky from the fire.
Like a white lotus blooming in the fire, all the priests of the temple and the Holy Son of Punishment flew up, trying to stop him, but at this moment, a man in black suddenly shot out, with a big sword that really blocked the god of killing, Buddha
Blocking the killing Buddha, he chopped three saints to death on the spot after just a few encounters, forcing the great priest of Divine Punishment to take action. After all, it was a god-level powerhouse who knocked the man in black away with a wave of his finger.
If you drop your palm, Mr. Mo will be wiped out in ashes!
The dust settled in the square, and everyone cheered for the gods.
At this time, I saw a horse galloping towards me. The man on the horse looked haggard and didn't even have any shoes on. It was His Highness Mingyue who was still the Sixth King at that time. He jumped down from the horse. Hearing the news of Mr. Mo's death, he spat out his heart's blood.
He fainted and fell to the ground.
Hey, what a pity for the infatuated people in the world, even if Chang'an changes its name and stays the same, those who die will still be dead after all!"
The storyteller put away the pretended sigh on his face, raised his eyes and looked in the direction of Zhuo Yang, "Sir, is there anything you want to hear?!"
Zhuo Yang turned a deaf ear and just stood up slowly from the table and walked downstairs with heavy steps.
Beside the stairs, the dark-haired man wearing a bamboo hat slowly put down the tea cup from his lips and looked at his receding back through the gauze. His bloody eyes behind the gauze were full of scrutiny.
He took out a piece of broken silver from his sleeve and put it on the table. The dark-haired man got up and went downstairs. He watched Zhuo Yang's carriage getting away, and then he stepped into a small alley not far away.
Mei emerged from the darkness, "Master?!"
The dark-haired man wearing a bamboo hat was naturally Mingyue. He walked forward casually. He didn't pay attention to Mei, but was still deep in thought.
He had seen Zhuoyang's reaction just now. He valued Mo Li far differently than ordinary people. Could it be that Ru Mei had guessed that he had already noticed Mo Li's identity?!
If this is really the case, who leaked the news?!
A flash of light flashed in his eyes, and Ming Yue suddenly thought of someone.
"Is there any news about Zoya who left the ninth level of purgatory?!"
Zhuo Ya, Zhuo Yang, are these two names just a coincidence, or do they have any relationship?!