Escape to Farmland: A vicious stepmother dressed as a villain

Mo Qingcheng's ears were finally cleansed, and now he had time to carefully look at the furnishings in the secret room.

The entire north wall is a medicine cabinet, which is filled with a variety of medicinal materials.The entire east wall is full of bookcases, in addition to various exercise secrets and pharmacopoeias, there are also some miscellaneous books.

Mo Qingcheng didn't have time to look through them in detail, so he waved away all the medicine cabinets and bookcases.

At the bottom of the west wall is a row of large boxes filled with all kinds of jewelry and gold and silver ingots.

Mo Qingcheng didn't move these boxes hastily, the wooden box just now was strange, and there was a faint indistinguishable aura lingering on these boxes.

Unlike the medicine cabinet and bookcase just now, Mr. Farm didn't object, so it's probably not a big problem.

In fact, it's not that Mr. Farm didn't object, but that he and Bai Zimo were busy packing the white dumplings in the wooden box...

Mo Qingcheng hooked the corners of his lips, and a few clusters of dusty flames danced around his fingertips, which was very inconspicuous.

"go with!"

Mo Qingcheng flicked his fingertips, and dusty flames fell on the box.

"what--"

"what--"

A series of creepy shouts sounded, and Mo Qingcheng retreated quickly, with lingering fear in his heart.

Fortunately, there is an extra procedure, otherwise, this thing would be sent directly into the space, and Xiao Junjun would not have eaten herself?

Black grimaces soared into the air, and Mo Qingcheng stepped back again, and with a wave of his hand, he covered himself with a transparent barrier.

Speaking of it, it was a skill that I had cultivated the night before, and I was really happy that I had an extra means to save my life.

There were screams one after another, and the black ghost's face became more and more distorted, attacking Mo Qingcheng.

There was a hint of coldness in the corner of Mo Qingcheng's mouth, not afraid of death, just come.

Grimace thought it would be easy to seize the house, but was blocked by a transparent layer, chattering non-stop.

Mo Qingcheng looked at the black faces with great interest, hoping that they would quarrel.Unexpectedly...an incredible scene appeared in front of my eyes, one ghost face after another was swallowed up, and finally there was only one ghost face left, exuding a strange breath.

"Jie Jie..." The ghost face cast a provocative glance at Mo Qingcheng, before hitting the barrier in the blink of an eye.

"Buzz!"

A crack was knocked out of the enchantment, Mo Qingcheng raised his eyebrows, he just came back to his senses after being slightly stunned, this thing... so weird.

At the same time, Mo Qingcheng had a silver needle in one hand and a flame in the other, ready to strike at any time.

The ghost face hit with a hit, and continued to hit the barrier.

"Buzz!"

"Buzz!"

The cracks on the enchantment grew a little longer, and if it was hit again, it would definitely be shattered.

The ghost face retreated a little distance, and rammed towards the barrier again.

What a clever ghost!

Mo Qingcheng couldn't help admiring these ghostly things, they seemed to have opened up their wits, I don't know which thousand-year-old monster's big hand?

If this thing can be used for oneself, it would be good to scare people at critical moments!

Mo Qingcheng's eyes flickered slightly, his tone changed, he rushed out of the barrier, and asked the farmer for help.

"Little Junjun, this bastard scolds you!"

Mr. Farm almost exploded in anger: "Little witch, look at your promise? Let me out!"

Ok?

Release it?

Seems...as if...not bad either.

Mo Qingcheng didn't have time to find out why the Farm Lord could come out. With a thought, a cute little baby wearing a red bellyband fell from the sky.

"Where is the evildoer? Why don't you kneel down quickly?" Mr. Farm was full of momentum, still floating in mid-air.

Grimace froze for a few seconds, lost his target and was anxious. Hearing the sound, he raised his head and looked at Xiao Junjun.

"Looking for death!" The grimace slammed into Mr. Farm.

Hey, my young master has such a bad temper!

Fed up!

Mr. Farm waved his little hand, and a cluster of flames instantly surrounded the grimaces.

"puff!"

The flames intensified several times in an instant, and the grimace was distorted, while struggling and cursing: "Let me go out!"

"Why don't you go to heaven?"