Demonic School Grass: Demon is a Girl

That young man has a meditating flute in his hand...then this girl...wouldn't have that kind of ability.

There was a conspiracy in his eyes, and the muzzle was just aimed at Yuan Xi, when he suddenly felt a slap on the shoulder, turned his head a little irritably, and suddenly saw a face of his nightmare.

Qiang Mo smiled softly, and stood upright behind the dead man, his slender fingers nimbly grabbed the pistol from the stunned dead man's hand.

With a smile on his lips, he said:

"Desert Eagle doesn't play like this..."

Qiang Mo held the high-end pistol and turned it around twice, and casually threw it to Yuan Xi, who had already ended.

The dead man on the side saw that Qiang Mo was distracted and communicated with Yuanxi, and he was ruthless, and quickly took out a hidden dagger and stabbed at Qiang Mo.

At the same time, a handful of poison was thrown out of his hand, and his delusions and Qiang Mo perished together.

The latter's eyes flashed, and one leaned back to avoid the attack.

The jade flute in his hand flipped lightly, hit the dead man's hand, and then picked it up lightly, taking the dagger from the latter's hand again.

The dead man smiled wickedly, even if he failed to kill him personally, this poison is enough to make Qiang Mo die hundreds of times!

Qiang raised his eyebrows indifferently, hiding the dignified look in his eyes.

"Isn't it just a poison? You weren't born when Lao Tzu's house was playing poison at night."

The deceased spit out a mouthful of blood, and still smiled hideously. This is the poison that the master specially invited to make. He didn't believe it. How could anyone in the world have solved that poison!

The dead man closed his eyes and suddenly fell to the ground without making a sound.

Qiang Mo glanced at the dead man who had died, and ignored it.

Yuanxi walked towards Qiang Mo calmly, and asked in a casual and doubtful tone:

"Is your spiritual power blocked?"

Qiang Mo raised his eyes, stared at Yuanxi and said:

"My aunt, are you banned?"

Yuanxi listened to this long-lost title with black lines all over his head...

Yaya, her and Qiang Mo's seniority has almost become a joke.

The first sister who carries the handle in the underworld, is the one who is the leader of the demon world... my aunt.

Pretending not to hear Qiang Mo's words, he replied selectively:

"As soon as I arrived in this ghost place, I was being chased and killed. The ghost knows where my spiritual power has gone."

He glanced at Qiang Mo angrily, why is this black-hearted spiritual power so good?

Suddenly, Yuan Xi seemed to have discovered something, and his eyes flashed solemnly.

He rushed towards Qiang Mo in a hurry, grabbed the latter's wrist with one hand, and closed his eyes to take his pulse.

After a while, Yuan Xi slowly opened his eyes, filled with worry and annoyance.

Turning around and staring at Qiang Mo, he said:

"Your uncle's, if I hadn't seen it, you would have been prepared to hide it all the time, ah?!"

The corner of Qiang Mo's mouth curved into a sinister smile:

"What's the panic, it's just a small matter."

Although he has tried his best to restrain the fluctuation of his voice, it is still difficult to conceal his weakness.

Yuan Xi widened his beautiful eyes and said:

"A trivial matter? Could it be a trivial matter that could make you the leader of the Three Realms to drag and force the poison in the Demon Venerable? Your uncle's life is invulnerable to all kinds of poisons. Could it be a trivial matter that could make you weak like this ghost? Ah? You say?!"

Qiang Mo reluctantly smiled at Yuanxi, with a tone of defense:

"In this poison there is Skullgrass, a deadly poison that should not appear in this world."

Yuanxi sighed in surprise, and asked hesitantly:

"This ghost place... How can there be such a poison as the gnawing grass?"

"unless……"

A ruthless determination flashed in Yuan Xi's eyes, unless someone was controlling the entire chess game from behind.

And they are just pawns in the game...