Demonic School Grass: Demon is a Girl - Chapter 412

It was deadly silent, in the darkness, even the fingers in front of him could not be seen clearly, like a blind person.

Qiang Mo’s expression remained unchanged, and there was a faint guess in his heart.

The Ming family has an inheritance magic weapon, which is guarded by the underworld masters of all dynasties. It is related to inheritance, and it is also related to… danger.

This is a pure black bracelet, called phoenix lacquer, which can make a person fall into an illusion, and continue to experience the most painful scenes in his life, until he silently dies.

But the cost of urging this magic weapon is very high, and it is almost a bet with one’s own life, so unless it is a last resort, almost no one will use this “weapon weapon”.

Qiang Mo lowered his head and sneered, Qiang Village really hated her.

There was a wave of fluctuations in the air, and the heavy spiritual power seemed to twist the air together. Qiang Mo felt this pressing pressure, gritted his teeth, and felt a little tired.

Suddenly, Qiang Mo’s eyes swirled, and the scene around him had completely changed.

She was in a desolate ruin, and only a few broken walls could faintly see the Ming clan’s pavilion.

Qiang Mo pursed his lips, raised his feet and walked forward. Walking among the broken bricks, there is a creaking sound from time to time.

“Xian Sheng… let you accompany me… suffer.”

Not far away came the man’s hoarse voice, Qiang Mo’s expression changed suddenly, and the whole person exuded a depressing breath.

The step forward seemed to weigh a thousand dollars, pressing on the boy’s body, unable to move.

Qiang Mo took a deep breath, tried his best to suppress the crazy throbbing in his heart, and walked forward.

Although I was prepared, when I saw the scene in front of me, I still couldn’t control myself.

Qiang Mo was stunned in the same place, tears flowed out of his eyes at some point, and a tear smeared on his cheeks.

It’s obviously fake… But why can’t she still resist…

In front of him, a man and a woman were crushed in the rubble, and the ground was covered with blood. They were Qiang Mo’s parents who died early!

Qiangyan held his wife’s hand. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Qiang Mo who was stunned in the same place. He smiled subconsciously. It was a very gentle smile, like the sunshine in the warm spring in March. His voice was low, like a murmur:

“Yuan’er, look… That child really looks like Momo. If Momo grows up…it should be that…that way…”

When Qingyuan heard this, she turned her head with difficulty and looked in Qiang Mo’s direction. She lost so much blood that her lips were almost gray. The woman clasped Qiang Yan’s hand, looked at Qiang Mo’s appearance, bent the corner of her lower lip hard, and moved her arm with difficulty, as if she wanted to touch Qiang Mo’s figure.

Qiang Mo walked over tremblingly and knelt down in front of the woman.

Qingyuan smiled softly, caressing Qiang Mo’s face with one hand, and gently closed her eyes:

“Momo, mom loves you…”

As soon as the sentence was finished, Jiang Xingsheng’s arm drooped down weakly, the whole person was breathless, only a satisfied smile appeared on the corner of the woman’s mouth, as gentle as the moon.

Qiangyan held his wife’s hand silently. He knew that he had reached the end of his life. There was severe labor pain from the cut in his abdomen, and his consciousness was constantly dissipating…

Qiangyan looked at his wife’s face, gave Qiang Mo a loving smile, looked up at the blood-colored sky, and a faint voice came out of his mouth:

“Momo…well…live…live…”

Qiangyan looked at his wife tenderly, and chanted a spell intermittently—