Grumpy host, she just wants to do business

Chapter 109 The Demon King's Cinnabar Mole ([-])
Boyan was wearing a white robe, and the clown was holding on to her clothes. Although she was extremely frightened in her heart, her eyes tried hard to control the fear and look calmer.

After all, he is still just a child, no matter how old he is on weekdays, he seems a little afraid at this moment.

"Master."

Grandma yelled.

Her obsidian-like beautiful eyes narrowed dangerously, and an invisible storm spread wantonly in them.

As soon as I heard his voice, the anger in my eyes dissipated a little unconsciously.

"Be obediently behind the deity."

Boyan nodded, very obedient.

But the black-robed man's eyes lit up, as if a wolf who had been searching for food in the desert for a long time suddenly saw the prey he longed for.

But it was like waiting for countless reincarnations, and finally saw the bright will of the person he was waiting for.

Because of Boyan's arrival, Tan Sang quickly absorbed the spiritual power on the jade pendant.

The whole person is full of energy.

The sword in his hand was also buzzing.

Tan Sang lifted his eyelids, and his beautiful peach eyes swept away lightly, his eyes were piercing, and his facial features became flamboyant.

The people who hooked it were itchy.

Tan Sang didn't intend to let this demon go, after all he was the one who had the guts to tease her again and again.

The man raised his eyebrows in a rare way. He thought that this man had no spiritual power, but now he is even better, but it's really interesting.

Then he saw this extremely cold Lord Shangshen, that charming figure approaching him.

Waves of white sword energy slashed at him, but he dodged it completely, without hurting him at all, and chopped down the surrounding trees to pieces.

Tan Sang propped his chin, and let out a "stain~", which really made people angry.

Then the little disciple of her family witnessed that the desolate God, the eyes that were originally without a trace of emotion seemed to be stained with something, as if he was unhappy.

A few more rounds passed.

There were several wounds on the man's robe. Tan Sang just looked back for a moment. The curves were graceful and smooth, and there was a blood mark on his neck.

Tan Sang didn't pay attention to the child beside him, his eyes were full of violence, and he was extremely unhappy about cutting people.

And the man saw that the child's small body seemed to be running around unscrupulously.

A child seemed to be stepping on a bloody lotus flower, carrying a dark and cold aura, like a dark Shura, carrying extreme danger.

He hurt Master, he deserves to die!
So at a place Tan Sang couldn't hear, [Ding, blackening value +5, current blackening value is 6]

The system blinked in surprise. Did it just...hear it wrong?
Then suddenly a chubby little body fell from the sky.

This one falls...

Get your ass to bloom.

Then I heard the little kid crying, "Master, save... save me..."

The voice in the air echoed.

With this dazed effort, the black-clothed man took Boyan into his arms as quickly as a ghost.

The blade of the fan in his hand was pressed against the child's neck.

And the one in the sky is falling at breakneck speed.

Looking into his provocative eyes, Tan Sang knew that he was forcing her to make a choice.

Tan Sang has always disliked being manipulated by others. If there is such a person, she will definitely tear that person into pieces and shatter his bones into ashes.

But there was no time for her to hesitate.

Tan Sang flew into the air, and took the little kid into his arms.

At this same moment, Boyan lowered his head, his long eyelashes concealing the loneliness in his eyes.

Unspeakable sadness.

Master...

Is... don't want him?

(End of this chapter)