a killer

twelve.

The dead ghost looked at Mo Feng, who was becoming more and more mature, and sighed in his heart. His apprentice, his son, was going to grow up after all.

"I did kill your parents." The dead ghost looked at Mo Feng coldly, and said slowly, "Whether you believe it or not, the facts will not change."

Mo Feng was trembling all over, and his teeth were clenching.

"I do not believe!"

The dead ghost sneered and said, "Why, are you afraid? You fell in love with the enemy who killed your parents, Mo Feng, how do you have the face to face your parents under the nine springs?"

"You lied to me."

Mo Feng stared at the dead ghost like a wolf.

The three soul nails at the back of the neck were about to move, and the dead ghost swallowed back the blood gushing into his mouth, closed his eyes, and said cruel words, trying to make the child hate him, but Mo Feng couldn't let Mo Feng know the truth no matter what.

He was afraid that the child would go crazy.

"I don't believe it." Mo Feng rushed over and pressed the dead ghost on the bed, ripped off his clothes, and muttered to himself: "You lied to me, I don't believe it, I don't believe it!"

The dead ghost looked at him in disbelief, his eyes went dark, and the three soul nails on his back were about to burst out, he vomited a mouthful of blood with a "wow", Mo Feng bit his lip, and swallowed the blood he spit out inside.

"You lied to me……"

Mo Feng's eyes were bloodshot, and his expression was already insane.

Feeling something hard and hot against his buttocks, the dead ghost was startled suddenly, staring at his eyes, powerless all over, he could only try his best to wake up Mo Feng.

"Feng'er, you can't..."

Mo Feng paused when he heard this, and asked, "Why? Why can't I?"

"No, no... I can!"

He straightened himself up vigorously, pushing open the tightly closed acupuncture point, but he couldn't get in half an inch, and was sweating profusely.

The dead ghost's eyes were full of despair, as if what was broken was not the body, but the heart.

His heart felt as if it had been cut by a knife, and his eyes turned black from the pain.

Mo Feng's body suddenly fell limp, and Mi Hu, who was frowning, appeared from behind him.

The dead ghost escaped, and Mihu helped him suppress the three soul nails.

"You're not doing well."

The three soul nails are becoming more and more difficult to suppress, which means that the body of the dead ghost is getting worse and worse.

The dead ghost looked at Mo Feng who was lying unconscious on the bed, and said: "I have lived 16 years longer, that's enough."

Mi Hu shook his head and said: "These righteous people are really greedy, even children."

The dead ghost stroked Mo Feng's hair and said, "Send him away, and let him come back after the matter is resolved."

At that time, I was afraid that I would not be able to survive.

Mi Hu took Mo Feng away and ordered him to be sent away from the Central Plains.

The Wulin League held the World Heroes Conference, and people from all walks of life went to participate.

The hero was also among them. He saw Shenming, but the two did not talk.

Mo Feng's calculation was just acting, but the sexual intercourse that night was not in the plan.

Shen Ming was different from before, he no longer took the initiative to contact him, but ignored him like a stranger.

The hero sighed in his heart.

Perhaps it was a wrong decision to agree to the leader's plan.

The climax of the martial arts conference was the conquest of Tanjiao. It was secretly said that Tanjiao had a large number of treasures left by the previous dynasty, but the goal of the high-level Wulin League was Tanjiao's "Three Tongs and Nine Fangs".

The secret book they snatched many years ago allowed the learners to make great progress in martial arts, but they encountered a bottleneck in the later stage. After years of inquiring, they learned that there was a second volume in the secret volume of "Three Tongjiufang Kung Fu", and the next volume was only Only the leader of Tanjiao can practice, there is no text, and it has been passed down by word of mouth from the leader of the past dynasties.

The people who practiced this technique initiated this martial arts conference in order to attract Mi Hu.

The treasure is just a gimmick, a bait to attract people from all walks of life to participate in the crusade against the Tanjiao.

And Mo Feng is just one of the lines. It is best to be useful, and it does not affect the overall situation if it is useless.