Demonic School Grass: Demon is a Girl

Glancing at Nan Ditian who fell into silence, he interrupted:

"Chief Nan, what you should consider now is the safety of the little girl."

Nan Ditian was woken up by the words of the young man, his brows furrowed.

If that's the case, has his daughter been in such danger all the time?

After thinking about the countermeasure, Nan Ditian raised his head and was about to speak when he suddenly heard the cold voice of the young man:

"Chief Nan, this is not an ordinary force, and it cannot be wiped out in a short period of time."

Looking at the eyes of Nan Ditian being told the central matter, he lay back and leaned on the back of the chair, his eyes dark and unclear.

"Headmaster Nan, it sounds ugly. If you give you ten years, you will not be able to wipe out one of the forces."

Nan Ditian listened and fell silent again. He knew that what the young man in front of him said was not false.

The atmosphere between the two was unreasonably heavy, Nan Ditian struggled for a while, looked at the young man and said:

"If... I hand over people to you?"

The thin coolness in Qiang Mo's eyes widened lightly. If he really gave it to her, then for Nan Ditian, it would mean that he might not be able to see his daughter several times a year.

After all, she doesn't come here often.

It's a pity...the current she, I'm afraid, doesn't have a complete grasp of it.

His eyes lightly interrupted Nan Ditian's hesitant words:

"Chief Nan, I tell you clearly that I can't guarantee the safety of your daughter, so... I asked you to discuss it."

Nan Ditian began to worry faintly in his heart, but at the same time he was a little fortunate.

After being silent for a while, a flash of light suddenly flashed in my mind, and I asked:

"If there is a person who can kill someone from the air, will he use spiritual power?"

Qiang Mo gave the latter a strange look and nodded, naturally.

Nan Ditian's expression suddenly became excited, he picked up the car keys on the table beside him, and was ready to go out.

Before leaving, he said:

"Take care of Yin Yin until I come back."

Qiang Mo's eyes became more puzzled, what's wrong with this?

Looking at the typhoon still whistling outside the window, it is inexplicable and strange.

...

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In the evening of the next day, Qiang Mo was sitting in the study.

The boy's eyes were thin and cold, and his slender fingers quickly tapped the keyboard under him.

Lines of information jumped out in front of the boy's eyes, none of which contained these words—

Blood Eyed Witch.

Looking at the sources of the various news, my heart sank.

Has it been... flooded to such a degree?

The color of his eyes began to gradually deepen, and the corners of his lips were always hooked with a faint smile.

Suddenly, the boy's eyes narrowed and he looked straight at a corner of the room.

Almost in the next second, two people appeared out of thin air in that corner.

Nan Ditian's expression was obviously a little stunned, and he hadn't fully reacted.

And beside him was an old man.

As soon as the old man stood firm, he saw the young boy's cool eyes not far away.

I was shocked and could discover him in advance... There are not many in this world.

With a bright smile on his face, he teleported to the young man at once, trying to use his spiritual sense to investigate the latter's spiritual power situation.

Then……

The ideal picture did not appear, but... it was like a fog, making it difficult for people to see clearly.

Qiang Mo naturally discovered the man's intention, sneered, straightened his body and sat back on the chair again, ignoring the two of them.