The devil wants to counterattack today

This demon clansman is really too arrogant, he dares to act recklessly in the heavens, thinking that no one can subdue him if he destroys a Meizu, let him teach this evil demon a good lesson today.

However, at the moment when the sword was on the verge of breaking out, Mo Chi unhurriedly pulled out a piece of gold leaf from his sleeve and sandwiched it between his index finger and middle finger.

The people present immediately recognized that it was Sealed Leaf.

"Who says I have no evidence?" As he spoke, he casually glanced at Luo Qiushui, Luo Qiushui retreated instinctively, but when he thought that he had taken care of everything, he looked back with a weak face, his moist eyes made people feel I'm so sorry.

Mo Chi couldn't help but find it funny, but he did laugh out loud, "Then please take a good look at it."

As soon as Mo Chi sent his fingers away, the sealed leaves slowly floated in the air, turning into several light spots and transforming, surrounded by a faint golden light. The scene since Mo Chi came to Biyao Chi and even when he confronted the immortals is clear displayed in front of the public.

As soon as the scene ended, Mo Chi raised his eyebrows and looked at the distressed Tsing Yizi, and said sarcastically, "How? You can't say that my gold leaf is fake, right?"

People with common sense know that it is rare to seal up leaves, and it is even more impossible to say that they are fake.

Tsing Yizi blushed suddenly when he heard the words, and he didn't know whether he was angry or ashamed, but he still stubbornly insisted on his own ideas, and suddenly became righteous.

"What can a mere sealed leaf prove? I didn't see Crane Boy at all. Who knows what kind of tricks the Demon Lord used to kill him, or if there were any accomplices who cooperated with each other."

Mo Chi smiled instead of anger.

"Even the star official, you have said that you didn't see the Crane Boy at all. Didn't you think that he was killed before I came here." The tone was full of affirmation.

Without waiting for Qing Yizi's rebuttal, he continued: "As for who the murderer would be?"

He spoke slowly, but his eyes looked around everyone present, and finally fixed on Luo Qiushui, who was pale.

The corner of Mo Chi's mouth was smiling, but the smile didn't reach his eyes, and his slightly curled index finger pointed straight at Luo Qiushui.

"To be more precise, it's not His Highness Qiushui. After all, how could His Highness Qiushui do it himself? Wouldn't it dirty his hands and his eyes even more?"

After Mo Chi's speech, before the person involved could stand up and defend himself, a large number of people began to defend him.

Someone suddenly sneered: "As for the story of the Demon Lord, I can make it up."

"Even if it's a false accusation, please ask the devil to find the right person. His Highness Qiushui has been kind since he was a child, so how could he do such a crazy thing?"

"The same fairy clan, how could they cruelly kill compatriots."

"Some sinful people let it be evil themselves, but they still drag innocent and harmless people into the quagmire."

"He is a heinous devil, so how can he believe what he says?"

Everyone spoke one after the other, and for a while, there was a steady stream of questioning voices, all kinds of insinuations, and many of them spoke harshly. In short, none of the immortals present believed Mo Chi's one-sided words.

Luo Qiushui, who had never said a word, was secretly relieved to see that all the immortals were defending him, and couldn't help feeling complacent.Looking at Mo Chi's eyes, they were a little more ruthless.

Mo Chi, you will soon become the target of everyone's criticism.

Mo Chi watched calmly as everyone pointed their finger at him, only a worried look looked at him.

He turned his head sideways, the corners of his eyes were slightly curved, his amber eyes were like the warm sun in winter, Qionghua was watched by warm eyes, and a slight curvature appeared at the corners of his straight mouth.

Knowing that Qionghua believed in him enough, Mo Chi turned his head, and the smile on his face had long since faded away.

Mo Chi raised his hand casually, and said coldly, "Look for yourselves."

Tsing Yi Zi originally wanted to scold Mo Chi for his rudeness, but when he saw the letter falling at his feet, his face slowly turned livid.

Before he could bend down to pick it up, the person beside him quickly picked it up.

It was written in black and white: Everything is ready, waiting for His Royal Highness Qiushui's good news. - Envoy Zuo Yu.

"That's impossible." Luo Qiushui looked at Mo Chi with reddish eyes, his lips trembling, "You must have framed His Highness, and you must have forged it!"

After finishing speaking, he coughed violently because of the devil energy flowing in his body, and his face became even paler, as if he had suffered a serious illness.

This piece of paper was obviously burned by him, so it is here now.

"This is the letter paper exclusively for your palace, Your Highness Qiushui." Mo Chi pressed on step by step, his sharp eyes stabbing at Luo Qiushui's body like a sharp knife.

Luo Qiushui was so frightened by this gaze that he forgot to resist for a moment, and when he was about to be cornered, Tsing Yizi immediately put a silver halberd between the two of them, and angrily said: "Mo Chi, heaven is not a place for you to run amok."

"Oh? That's right." Mo Chi quickly grabbed Luo Qiushui's arm, "Then you guys read this first before we talk."

Mo Chi exerted force on his hand, and the pain in his forearm made this young highness, who had never experienced wind and rain, so painful that he was forced to spread his palm.

I saw that there was still a little black air in his hand that had not dissipated.

If you take a closer look, you can find that this is slightly different from the devilish energy released by Mochi. There is a little dark green in the black. It is obvious that the devilish energy in Luo Qiushui's body does not belong to Mochi.

Because even if they are of the same race, everyone's spiritual power is always different, and this cannot be changed.

Seeing this, the silver halberd lying between the two of them was lowered tremblingly, the sparkling eyes instantly lost their vitality, and the whole person seemed to have aged a lot.

"His Highness Qiushui is definitely not such a person. I watched His Highness grow up."

Qing Yizi looked at Luo Qiushui seriously, as if he wanted to find a reason to convince himself from that lovely and pitiful face.

"Then I hope the star officer will keep his eyes open next time."

Hearing this, Tsing Yizi looked away angrily, his mustache trembled slightly with anger at this sentence, you didn't say a word for a long time.

Mo Chi looked at Tsing Yizi's funny face staring at him with anger, but he exerted more force on his hand. He turned his head and looked at Luo Qiushui's small face wrinkled in pain, and said, "My lord's demon envoy But it works, huh?"

For a moment, everyone was silent, as if they finally understood what was going on, but the expressions on their faces were even more exciting.

The face of the Xian family was beaten by the Mozu.

"You slandered me!"

Luo Qiushui struggled feebly, trying to break free from Mo Chi's shackles, but Mo Chi bent his lips forcefully, and only heard the crisp sound of bones shifting, Luo Qiushui's hands dropped limply.

The voice in my ears seemed to come from the abyss: "I said before, next time it won't be a finger."

Luo Qiushui's pupils dilated suddenly, and he gritted his teeth against the piercing pain, not letting himself lose his composure to cry out in front of everyone.

Mo Chi looked at those eyes full of hatred, black air rose from his fingertips, it was so pure, and the black air penetrated into Luo Qiushui's broken arm little by little, Mo Chi said softly: "This is the original Your devilish energy."

"Stop doing nonsense!" After saying that, a saber slashed towards Mo Chi.

Mo Chi seemed to be on guard, and dodged skillfully.

The man in blue wanted to go forward to a duel, but he was stopped by the people around him, who shook his head at him with heavy eyes. The man in blue looked at Mo Chi who had a calm face, threw the sword in his hand angrily, and stood up. Back to the original place.

Mo Chi took a good look at the crowd and knew that they dared not, so he didn't mind saying harsh words: "If the immortals want to fight the demons, I am waiting for your battle letter at any time."

Everyone didn't dare to speak out, after all, they won't get any benefit from fighting the demons.

Before he left, Mo Chi glanced at the embarrassed Luo Qiushui, and warned in a cold voice: "Don't play such boring tricks in the future, don't embarrass yourself too much. Otherwise, you will be the one who will have your internal organs ripped out next time."

Saying that, the hand under the sleeve gently tugged at the person beside him, and left with a flick of his sleeve.

After Mo Chi and Qionghua left, Tsing Yizi glanced at Luo Qiushui, and arranged with a sonorous voice: "You guys send His Highness Qiushui back. As for this matter, I need to report to the Emperor of Heaven, and everything will be dealt with by the Emperor of Heaven."

But before Luo Qiushui walked away, he heard everyone whispering.

"I didn't expect His Royal Highness Luoshui, who looks weak, to be so cruel and ruthless. You really can't look like a person."

"I don't know how the Emperor of Heaven will deal with it, after all, he will kill the same clan."

"No matter how you do this, a fairy bone will be removed."

Feeling the piercing pain and the weakness of his right arm, Luo Qiushui's eyes turned red, and dark clouds rolled under his eyes.

Mo late.

*****

"It's not allowed to do this again in the future."

Mo Chi finally stopped in his tracks. As soon as he turned around, he was hugged into his arms, and a muffled voice came from above his head: "Don't argue with anything alone, and me, I don't want to lose you again."

Mo Chi's light-colored eyes flickered slightly, and he lowered his hands on both sides, hesitating for a long time before wrapping his arms around Qionghua's waist, and he responded softly.

But when I recalled everything I saw in Baguio Pool, I finally said: "Qinghua, everything we did before...I saw it in Baguio Pool."

"Ah."

Qionghua put his hand on Mo Chi's arm, pulled it down and took hold of those cool hands, stepped back a little distance and looked at Mo Chi, waiting for his next sentence.

"I... I didn't do anything, I didn't intend to kill you."

When it came to the end, his voice became smaller and smaller, and he clearly saw with his own eyes that it was his own hands.

Mo Chi looked at Qionghua cautiously, only to see Qionghua's eyes as deep as ancient wells reflecting a bewildered self.

Is this him?

It's been a long time since he saw himself like this, it seems that after returning from Qionghua, he began to worry about gains and losses.

Mo Chi's gaze slowly lowered, until Qionghua straightened his face, gently stroked the end of his eyes with his fingers, and a soft, watery voice rang in his ears.

"I know it's not you, so don't be sad or blame yourself, I will investigate this matter."

Only by untying this knot, can Mo Chi cross this hurdle.

Qionghua paused for a moment and continued: "Did I not say a word to you?"

Mo Chi looked up at Qionghua.

"I love you."

He only felt tenderness in the corners of his eyes, and Qionghua had already leaned over and kissed his reddish eye ends, until Qionghua got up, Mo Chi was still trembling his eyelashes in a daze.

"Mo Chi, I love you."

I love you far more than I imagined, even if I forget everything, I still love you instinctively.

The low and hoarse voice brushed past the pinnae of the ear, and fell lightly on the tip of the heart. Mo Chi forgot to breathe for a moment. These three words were like a flood of beasts, knocking down his last barrier. His eyes were slowly turning sour. He raised his hands and hugged them tightly. Qionghua, who was full of warmth, had a trembling voice: "I love you too."

Qionghua's words were like a reassurance pill, smoothing the wrinkles in Mo Chi's heart.

I don't know what he thought of, his tears flowed unstoppably like a broken thread, Ren Qionghua couldn't coax him well, it would only get worse.

After sobbing for a long time, as if he was tired from crying, Mo Chi raised his head buried in Qionghua's neck, and asked in a hoarse voice, "No one saw it, right?"

This is too embarrassing, I didn't expect that the all-powerful demon would cry with snot and tears because of Qionghua's three words, who would believe it.

"No." Qionghua raised her hand to gently wipe away the tears on Mo Chi's face, her beautiful eyes slightly curved.

"Liar, didn't you see it?"

Qionghua laughed: "The Lord Demon Lord, are you planning to gouge out my eyes?"

It was rare to hear Qionghua's ridicule, and Mo Chi blushed and said dissatisfiedly: "Qinghua, you have learned badly."

"I learn it from you."