Demonic School Grass: Demon is a Girl

Hearing the boy's words, Xu Lan was stunned for a moment.

Kill them all?

But, but those people are all living beings!

Qiang Mo glanced at Xu Lan's expression, and already roughly guessed the latter's inner thoughts.

The brows were raised gently, and the cold voice was not mixed with the slightest emotion:

"Mrs. Wu, be kind, but you won't let these people appreciate you."

Xu Lan lowered her eyes, as if she had made up her mind, and said in a low voice:

"Young Master Qiang, I am stupid."

Qiang Mo glanced at the woman in front of him with some surprise, maybe... this is the reason why Wu Jiazhu took a fancy to this little-known eldest lady of the Xu family back then.

This character really surprised her.

He turned his head and looked at the pile of people who kept gossiping aside, and there was no sign of a coldness in his eyes.

The smile on the corners of the lips suddenly became more evil, so...

Time to shut up the less likeable people.

Unprovoked, the boy at this time exuded an aura that made people want to escape.

Those who were still gossiping just now were suddenly choked up, and for a while, the air was silent and silent.

The curvature of the corners of Qiang Mo's lips widened, and he said softly:

"Kill, won't it be quiet?"

Just like her, since you can't block the mouths of Youyou, then kill all the living beings.

Whether she bears the infamy or is cast aside by the world, after all... as long as the people she cares about will not be hurt by those ignorant and foolish people...

is enough.

Before the person on the other side could react, a strong spiritual force suddenly erupted from the young man's body.

Of course, this is invisible to everyone.

What I can feel is the spiritual pressure that seems to destroy the world.

Those who were still smugly attacking Xu Lan and Wu He just now couldn't help but vomit blood and fell to the ground.

This is a group of rich second-generation ancestors who are usually lazy and lazy, and how can they be able to withstand the pressure of the youth now.

Qiang Mo looked indifferently at the ground in front of him that was constantly stained with blood.

In the bottom of his eyes, there was a faint flash of rich silver.

The typhoon whistled, but at this moment it did not affect the boy in front of him.

Everything seemed to be separated by an invisible barrier.

Even in the whole body, I can't feel the slightest wind.

The smile on the corners of Qiang Mo's lips remained the same, as he watched more and more people fall down in front of him, his expression became calm.

Xu Lan stared in shock at the incredible scene in front of her.

The young man not far away didn't even move a step, while the people on the opposite side all died.

Looking blankly at the young man, Qiang Mo looked at the **** ground in front of him with a smile, without the slightest sense of discomfort on his face.

This is how many killings it takes to face such a dull blood color.

Seemingly aware of Xu Lan's sight, Qiang Mo returned to his senses and walked up to Xu Lan.

The cold voice did not change in the slightest:

"Mrs. Wu, if you can't get used to the killing scene, you should go back to your room first and take a break."

Xu Lan turned her gaze to the noble young man in front of her, shook her head, and said:

"Qiang Shao has been overly concerned, but it's just murder... I've seen it, is it still less?"

Qiang Mo raised his eyes and glanced at Xu Lan, too... Just imagine, as the mistress of the Wu family, Xu Lan has been assassinated, will it be less?

He smiled lightly and said lightly:

"Mrs. Wu, can you go in and talk in detail?"

Xu Lan nodded, knowing that the latter must have something to ask.