My Aunt’s Grandma is Back

　　 She propped up her bear-hearted leopard courage, looked up at the blood-colored pupils, and said loudly:

　　 "You can't kill me!"

　　 The expected begging for mercy did not appear, and the Moroccan who was accustomed to all kinds of begging for mercy was startled.

The bloodthirsty red eyes drooped slightly, looking at the woman's angry but forced face. He didn't know if he hadn't met such an abnormal person in a long time, or something else, he actually gave birth to a kind of Illusion, I feel that these fearless eyes in front of me seem familiar.

　　Malasha's eyes darkened, maybe...you can let her go down to see the king later.

　　 At least, he has to figure out what is going on with these familiar eyes.

　　 His low voice was like the strings of a cello, and he flicked it lightly, "Why not?"

　　 Why not?

　　 Wang Shuyue's brain was running fast, thinking for countless reasons, she glanced down at the disciple suit on her body, and spoke again.

　　 "Because I am a disciple of the Yunhe Sect, my master is the leader of the sect. If you kill me, my master will definitely bring people over to seek revenge and disturb your devil's life!"

　　 "Also, I am not from Kyushu. If my life cannot be saved, the atomic bomb package that the Seven Killers experienced back then must be part of your Demon Sect!"

"But if you let me go, there won't be so much trouble. You take away all of my so many elixirs, enough for you to spend money to buy another substitute, and I promise that I will not mention magic when I go back. Zong's matter..."

　　 Moroccan suddenly opened his slightly squinted eyes, as if unable to wake up, looking straight at her, Wang Shuyue's words suddenly drowned in the abyss.

　　 "hiss~" Moroccan took a breath, and suddenly returned to the throne, flung the red robe, and picked up a storage bag.

　　 She didn't say that he almost forgot, how could an ordinary disciple have so many spirit stones in his hands, it turned out to be from outside the domain, that would be interesting.

　　 He threw down the storage bag in his hand, picked up the spiritual pet bag that was put aside, and saw the woman's face sinking because of his actions, and couldn't help but chuckle.

　　 "If you know why you have left the city, do you still catch you?" He suddenly asked quietly.

　　 When Wang Shuyue heard these words, her back suddenly felt cold. She never expected that Moroccan had been watching the whole city of Tianyang from behind, even her little character.

　　 "Why?" she asked softly.

　　 He squinted over, his eyes fixed on the disciple suit on her body, "This king caught the disciple of Yunhezong."

　　Wang Shuyue: A cool song for herself!

　　 "I, I'm not exactly a disciple of the Yunhe Sect. I'm just an exchange student here, commonly known as an international student. In fact, my hometown is Blue Star. Do you know what I mean?" Wang Shuyue quickly defended.

　　 said, seeing him staring at himself without a word, still holding the pet bag in his hand, hurriedly diverted his attention, pointed to the messy document on the counter and said:

"If you don’t believe me, look, there are documents there. I am protected by the law of two realms. As a resident of Kyushu, you have the right and obligation to fulfill the protection treaty in the contract. Not only can you not kill me, you have to give me a good deal. Send it back to Yunhezong, otherwise..."

　　 "Otherwise?" He joked, interrupted her chattering mouth, raised his hand, and the so-called contracts were completely ashes in an instant.

　　 Wang Shuyue swallowed fiercely.

　　 "Do you know who I am?!" She suddenly changed her previous low posture, raised her head high, and asked.

　　 Moroccan raised her eyebrows, and before he asked, she blew herself up.

　　 "I have a showdown!" She rushed forward in two steps, slapped the counter, and driven by the desire to survive, she stretched out a hand and pointed at him threateningly:

　　 "My surname is Wang, I can't tell you more, but one thing, you must be clear, if I lose a hair, you will die so much that there is no scum left!"

　　 The red eyes narrowed dangerously, and the overbearing and incontrovertible eyes in front of him were really familiar to him.

　　 "Who are you?" He muttered in confusion, and with a "pop", a square identity was photographed in front of him.

　　 Moroccan glanced at her coldly, and pinched the ID card with his fingers. On the small card, the name, gender, address, and a photo were written.

　　Compared the earthy yellowish face in the photo with the delicate and fair face in front of him. If there were no changes in his facial features, Morussa suspected that this was not a person at all.

　　 "I can only tell you so much, and the rest is your own product." Wang Shuyue looked arrogant.

　　 Moraksha found that the woman in front of her was very afraid of him, but she was not completely afraid, just...very weird.

　　 Who gave her the courage?

　　Wang Shuyue: Liang Jingru...Ahhh, Wang Shufen gave it!

　　 Seeing that Morasha was "shocked", Wang Shuyue thought to her heart, what ghost kings and great devil kings are nothing but this.

　　 But she didn't know that she could live till now, not because of her threats, but because of her eyes that are somewhat similar to those of Wang Shufen.

　　 His eyes were facing each other, and a strange atmosphere was rising, and Maurosha slowed down to express his position, and Wang Shuyue was about to lose her tension.

　　 The legs that no one noticed have already shaken into a sieve uncontrollably.

　　 "Come on."

　　 Moraksha's low voice sounded in the empty hall, a gray mist flashed, and the disappeared black-robed man reappeared, hanging his head slightly, waiting respectfully.

　　 Moroccan glanced at her again. Just when Wang Shuyue thought he was going to let the black-robed people take her away and slaughter her, he didn't say anything, just waved his big hand and let the black-robed people take her away.

　　 Then, he easily opened all the storage bags on the table~www.readwn.com~ and poured out the contents.

　　 Shiny middle-grade spirit stones immediately covered the entire hall. Before leaving, Wang Shufen had secretly added in because his granddaughter might not have enough money. Wang Shuyue didn't even know it.

　　 "Heh~" Morusha snorted, and at the same time a thought that was really not easy came up.

　　 Maybe no one would dare to believe it. The reason why he left this female disciple of Yunhezong alone was because he found a familiar smell in these storage bags.

　　Facts have proved that the identity of this stinky girl of the Yunhe Sect is indeed not simple.

　　After pouring the spirit stones, Morossa poured out a pile of pots and pans, and the big devil's cold eyes flashed by surprise.

　　 "Hua La La" poured out all the things, and among a pile of objects, he found another mobile phone.

　　 A cheap copycat version of the smart phone. Since the incident of Hao Lei, this phone has been abandoned by Wang Shuyue.

　　Moraksha unskilledly touched the phone's switch button, and after a few seconds, the screen lights up.

　　 On the lock screen is Wang Shuyue's beautiful back view of her aunt's grandmother. She is dressed in a purple cheongsam with her hair scattered like waterfalls, graceful and graceful.

　　 With just one look, the blood in the Moroccan body instantly boiled!

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