Demonic School Grass: Demon is a Girl

Ye Su nodded and didn't ask what happened to Qiang Mo in the jade bracelet. Feeling distressed in his heart, he asked:

"Boss...you have to take good care of yourself."

Qiang Mo looked back and smiled, just like her parents who were still caring for her before she died, her voice was soft:

"Yeah, I'll definitely take good care of myself."

Feng Xun was not far away now, and he had been silent like an invisible man. Seeing Qiang Mo leave, he hesitated, not knowing whether to follow him or not.

Ye Su got angry when he saw Feng Shi, grabbed the unconscious ancient chess with one hand, turned around and left.

Qiang Mo didn't look back, just said lightly:

"The gate of the underworld has opened, and the next is a melee. The deity has no time to settle accounts with you, Tanzhu, so you can do it yourself."

Feng Shi gave a wry smile, yes, what the **** is he fantasizing about, how could he still have the face to ask her forgiveness when he has already committed betrayal.

Feng Xun looked at the figure of the young man gradually disappearing, and his expression became silent.

The spiritual power in Qiang Mo's hands gathered, and the powerful spiritual pressure made the surrounding air seem to turn into liquid and flow slowly.

The boy made a seal with his hands, and a shuttle door opened with spiritual power appeared in front of him.

Qiang Mo turned his head to look at Ye Su, and said lightly:

"Su'er, you bring Gu Qi first, contact Yuanxi, and ask her to take people to the mountains and forests in the eastern suburbs."

Ye Su looked worried, but didn't say much, nodded and walked in.

After Ye Su brought Gu Qi in, the spiritual door closed instantly, and only the faint waves in the air remained.

Qiang Mo turned around and left here, but - she went directly to the eastern suburbs.

Feng Ban clenched his fists tightly, and the conversation between Qiang Mo and Mo was not deliberately hidden from him. The thoughts in his mind were chaotic, Feng Ban only struggled for a moment, then left and rushed to the eastern suburbs.

Hope... can help her, even if he uses up his life.

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At this time, in the barren mountains in the eastern suburbs, the mountains and forests were dead silent. Suddenly, a dark gate appeared in the forest. The black iron gate was carved with the appearance of various ghosts.

The door was surrounded by black air. Suddenly, the heavy door slowly opened, and countless ghosts poured out from the crack of the door, greedily absorbing every ounce of air.

As the ghosts rushed out, the mountains and forests seemed to have lost all their vitality, withering at a speed visible to the naked eye...

When Qiang Mo arrived, what he saw was such a scene.

The boy's brows knitted together. She dominated the underworld back then and had dealt with many ghosts, but this is obviously not the case in front of her.

The ghosts of the underworld, although ugly and terrifying, have their own minds. Only a few low-level ghosts are unable to communicate and lose their senses.

But in front of them, the whole body exudes a bloodthirsty breath, and the eyes are dull, as if it has become a machine for killing people and stealing life.

Qiang Mo condensed spiritual power in his hands and quickly released the barrier, enclosing the entire barren mountain.

After doing all this, the teenager flipped his wrist and held the Ming Flute in his hand instantly.

The body of the flute exudes a faint brilliance, excitedly responding to Qiang Mo's spiritual power.

The corner of the boy's lips hooked lightly, and he kicked away a monster with a bird's head in front of him.

Almost instantly, countless monsters locked onto Qiang Mo's figure and charged towards the young man.

Qiang Mo holds a flute in one hand and uses spiritual power as a blade in the other. The flute dexterously rotates on the young man's fingertips, resisting monsters from all sides.

The young man stepped on the back of a monster with one foot, flipped it up in the air, and placed the jade flute by his mouth—