Chapter 27 Master, don't reward him, let me do it

It was a dark night, quiet and eerie, with a blood moon hanging in the sky.

The once prosperous manor was now littered with debris and the disgusting smell of rotting corpses wafting in the wind.

In the center of the field, what caught the eye was a pair of dazzling white, barefoot with a pair of proud long legs exposed. Mo Ling, who looked like a favorite of God, had a chilling image at this moment.

She stood there proudly like a king, holding a head in her slender hands.

Zhou Qing.

The once invincible ghost king is now only left with a head. He opened his eyes and glanced at Mo Ling with resentment.

All the weird people present were looking at the incredibly beautiful woman not far away with admiration.

The lord is too powerful.

If they had not seen it with their own eyes, it would have been hard for them to imagine that two people with the strength of the peak Ghost King could actually resolve the battle with such a crushing force.

The lord's combat power is so terrifying.

"Mo Ling, don't be too proud. Even if you kill me, everyone present today will also die."

Hearing the vicious voice coming from Zhou Qing's head in his hand, like a ghost from hell, Mo Ling's eyes flickered lightly, his expression indifferent: "Oh, really? You two brothers both died in my hands, can you still stir up any waves?"

"Mo Ling, I admit that you are the number one person under the Ghost Emperor, but what if you face the Ghost Emperor?"

"Ghost King?"

When hearing these two words, even Mo Ling, who had been calm and composed from beginning to end, suddenly changed his expression.

The sense of oppression brought by the two words "Ghost Emperor" was so strong that even she was not sure of winning.

So even if Mo Ling felt that Zhou Qing was just making random remarks before his death, she had to take it seriously even if there was only a slight possibility.

Mo Ling looked at Zhou Qing fiercely: "If you can tell me what you are talking about, I can still leave a trace of your true spirit so that you can have a chance to reincarnate."

Hearing this, Zhou Qing's expression became even more ferocious, and he laughed wildly and arrogantly.

It’s a pity that Zhou Qing now only has a head, which looks extremely strange.

"Haha, you are also a ghost king, why are your words so ridiculous? Do you think I am afraid of death?" After saying that, Zhou Qing seemed to be still unsatisfied, and said to himself: "As expected, no matter how strong a woman is, she is just a woman."

Facing Zhou Qing's provocation, Mo Ling seemed a little nonchalant. She looked at her slender fingers, then threw Zhou Qing's head directly to the ground. Just as she was about to step on it, she was stopped by Mo Shan.

Facing Mo Ling's puzzled eyes, Mo Shan smiled grimly: "Master, don't reward him, let me do it."

As he said that, Mo Shan stepped heavily on Zhou Qing's head.

No matter how Zhou Qing scolded him, Mo Shan seemed to be addicted to stepping on him, stepping left and right, enjoying it very much.

"Damn bitch, just kill me."

Mo Ling looked at Zhou Qing's head on the ground without any expression. She casually lifted a strand of hair that was draped over her shoulder and played with it nonchalantly. However, the next words she said made Zhou Qing, who was not afraid of death, completely break down.

“Don’t worry, I won’t kill you. But if I, a top ghost king, seal your head in a human toilet day and night, that scene is really interesting to think about.”

Hearing Mo Ling's words, Zhou Qing, who only had a head left, instantly had red eyes. He was not afraid of death, but if it was really like this, it would be a million times more painful than death. Moreover, Zhou Qing believed that as long as Mo Ling could say it, the Black Widow, who frightened countless evil spirits, would definitely be able to do it. "I said, there is a ghost king in the library."

Zhou Qing's words made Mo Ling's pupils shrink for a moment, and then she sneered: "Zhou Qing, it seems that you really won't cry until you see the coffin. The library is not far away. If there is a Ghost King, how can I not sense it?"

Fearing that Mo Ling would completely lose his patience, Zhou Qing hurriedly continued, "It's true. We have already set up restrictions in the library, so you can't sense it."

Mo Ling observed Zhou Qing's expression and keenly felt that in this situation, Zhou Qing was not acting without a purpose. He couldn't help but sigh in his heart. He didn't expect that there were not only Zhou Qing and his brother here, but also a more powerful existence hidden.

However, just when she thought of this, Mo Ling looked around but still couldn't find the familiar figure. Her mood suddenly fell to the bottom, and she looked around strangely and asked word by word.

"Where did Ye Ling go?"

Everyone lowered their heads, not daring to look directly into Mo Ling's eyes.

Seeing this group of strange appearances, Mo Ling's long black hair moved without wind, and a strange red color slowly emerged in her eyes. Her voice was extremely cold at this moment: "Could it be that you don't even listen to me?"

No one had any doubt that Mo Ling would launch a thundering attack on them in the next moment.

At this moment, Mo Shan fell to his knees with a thud.

"Report to the master, Lord Ye suddenly wanted to break through, so he went to the library to seek a breakthrough."

Before Mo Shan finished speaking, Mo Ling's expression changed drastically, and he rushed towards the library like a ghost.

"Master, the Ghost King is sealed in the library. It is unwise to go there this time. Don't act on impulse. We should leave now."

"roll."

Facing Mo Shan's advice, Mo Ling simply flicked his sleeves, and Mo Shan, who was kneeling on the ground, flew backwards and fell heavily to the ground.

"Go ahead. When you die, I'll have a chance to turn the tables."

When Zhou Qing's head saw this scene, the ferocious smile on his face became more intense.

He could never have imagined that Mo Ling would be willing to die for a human being.

That’s right, in Zhou Qing’s opinion, Mo Ling’s action was tantamount to committing suicide.

Even though her combat power far exceeds that of the average Ghost King, she is still not enough to face the Ghost Emperor. This is the huge gap brought about by crossing the realm, a gap that cannot be made up by talent alone.

Amidst everyone's different expressions, Mo Ling had already rushed to the door of the Sutra Library, and just as she was about to enter the Sutra Library without hesitation.

Click.

A mechanical sound rang in everyone's ears.

A scene that Zhou Qing could never have imagined happened.

A shirtless man walked out of the Sutra Library, and on his upper body was a little loli.

That little Lolita was exactly the Ghost King who, in Zhou Qing's impression, was capable of destroying the world when he got angry.

(End of this chapter)