The Transmigrated Senior Martial Brother

"Let's let go!" The girl's voice was full of panic, and her cheeky face was pale.

Standing in front of her teenager, a blue robes, the phoenix eyes slightly pick, the bright red thin lips lightly hooked, the waist is tied with a piece of jade, like a very large family of noble son. At this moment, he was grasping the hand of Jin Linger with a touch of disdain.

Jin Linger also followed the young disciples of Qingmen for a few months. She saw that she was subject to people, her eyes were red and red, and she wanted to go back to Jin Linger, but she was stopped by the followers behind her. Go forward.

"Master!" There was a sharp-eyed disciple who saw Qin Mo, who came slowly from the side, and shouted at the face.

I saw a white boy, looking like a jade, and came in a pure white dress.

Hearing someone calling him, the young man’s eyes lifted and he glanced at the crowd, and his eyes focused on Jin Linger in front.

"Master brother ······" saw Qin Mo, Jin Linger's eyes were red, and the tone was full of grievances.

"Well." Hearing the sound of Jin Linger with a crying, Qin ink frowned, and the dark pupil was flashing unpleasant.

Qin Mo accepted the memory of the master, and also accepted the feelings of the master. Although he did not like Jin Linger like the master, Jin Linger also existed like a younger sister in the heart of Qin Mo.

Those who know Qin Mo will know that Qin Mo is indifferent, but he is extremely short-sighted, perhaps because of the early death of his parents. He cherishes the most valuable relatives and friends, and even reaches the point of paranoia.

Shifting his gaze to the young man next to Jin Linger, the cold color in Qin Mo’s eyes seems to be able to submerge the boy, only to see his light flashing, and faintly said: “Let’s let go!”

When I saw Qin Mo, the boy was first stunned, and then he heard the words of Qin Mo. The sarcasm of the corner of his mouth was even more: "Why?" said, extending the other hand and gently provoking Jin Linger's chin. Throwed to Qin Mo a provocative look.

The narrow and long phoenix of Qin and Mo slightly picked up, his right hand was slightly curved, and a dazzling purple light group appeared on his hand. He saw his right arm lifted lightly, and the purple group was thrown accurately toward the boy’s arm. .

Seeing the purple lightning that hit him, the boy’s pupils shrank slightly, and the hand of Jin Linger was not allowed to let go, and he hurried back, but the clothes corner was still burnt by lightning.

Qin Mo took care of his clothes, his eyes swept over the juvenile's clothes, his face was unchanged, and his heart was a little pity to think that his control was still insufficient, or he would not only burn his clothes.

The boy looked at the burnt clothes corner, not angry and rejoicing, thin lips and light curls, for the first time revealed a simple smile: "Yes, it is Qingyunmen Qinmo!"

Speaking of the colorful flashes in the eyelids, I don’t know where to pull out a folding fan. I opened it with a “brush” and said, “In the next Zhengyang Zongkong.”

Kong Yiben thought that he would hear what his name Qin Mo would say. I didn't expect him to just look at himself with a faint look. He didn't seem to put a word. He didn't seem to put himself in his eyes.

Kong Tong couldn't help but anger. He slammed the folding fan on his hand and stared at the face of Qin Mo. He said one word at a time: "This young master is Zhengyang Zongkong!"

Qin Mo had a reaction this time, but his brow was slightly picked up. He didn't seem to understand why this hole has been talking nonsense.

However, Jin Linger, who had already hid behind Qin Mo, snorted and screamed at the sleeves of Qin Mo. "He is Kong Tong. I heard that he is a young genius with the same name as the master."

Speaking of this, Jin Linger wrinkled his nose and looked up and down the teenager in front of him. He said with a smile: "I didn't expect him to be so bad, he liked to bully. It is not comparable to the master!"

Upon hearing this, Kong’s expression was a bit violent, and glanced at Jin Linger, angered: “What is bullying, it’s obvious that your disciple of Qingyunmen has robbed us of Zhengyangzong’s spiritual grass!”

"Oh, it is clearly discovered by our disciple of Qingyunmen. You are Zhengyangzong squatting with many people and robbing!" Jin Linger’s face was deeper and deeper, pulling the sleeves of La Qinmo and pointing to the corner Said: "Master brother, is the grass he found!"

Qin Moshun looked in the direction pointed by Jin Linger. When he saw the figure of the man, his brow could not help but wrinkle slightly.

The man was wearing a sloppy regular vest in the outer door of the moon, and the boots on his feet were extremely worn. He was in a messy, dusty face, standing straight in the same place, looking at him with a sly look, it was Lin Zikai.

Qin Mo has some doubts. He remembers that Lin Zikai’s life in the outer door has been quite good. Otherwise, how can he develop a character of the Father? But now it seems that Lin Zizhen’s life is not good. Is this the protagonist? special treatment?

Thinking about it, Qin Mo walked toward Lin Zikai.

Lin Zi looked at Qin Mo and approached himself. There was some tension in his heart. In the days when he was outside the door, he was bullied by other disciples every day. He was no longer as simple as before. He clearly understood himself. The difference with Qin ink.

He is just a firewood of Wulingen, and Qinmo is a well-deserved pride of the sky.

Qin Mo stopped in front of Lin Zikai and looked at the wounds on his face. His brows were slightly wrinkled. His knowledge swept his own Qiankun bag, his fingers moved slightly, and the silky handkerchief in the corner appeared in his. Hands.

"Take it!" Qin Mo handed the handkerchief to Lin Zikai, and Lin Zi took it, but he did not understand what he meant.

"Erasing the face!" said, a jade bottle appeared again in the hand, which contained the wound medicine given to him by Jin Linfeng and handed it to him.

Lin Zikai realized the meaning of Qin Mo, and some of them trembled from the hands of Qin Mo, and pinched them in their hands.

On the side of the hole, seeing Qin Mo, his eyes were always focused on the dirty boy. He didn't care about his own appearance. He couldn't help but feel more angry. He quickly walked to the front of Lin Zikai and pointed his forehead with a folding fan. "Is it that you robbed us of Zhengyangzong? Well, even if there is no layer on the refining, I dare to come to Miwuling."

Lin Zizhen was exhausted and he was so awkward that he fell to the ground.

Qin Mo brows tightly, reaching out to shoot the hole and also refers to the hand in the air.

Kong Tong’s expression is awkward. I don’t know why. In the face of Qin Mo, his temper is no longer good and he does not want to show it.

Linzi fell to the ground, holding the handkerchief and jade bottle in his hand tightly in his arms, looking at the sly expression in front of him, the darkness in his eyes, and then slowly climbed from the ground.

"You grabbed Zhengyangzong's things?" Lin Zizheng is only ten years old now. At this moment, he stood up to Qin Mo's chest. When he saw him, Qin Mo's tone could not help but slow down a lot.

Upon hearing this, Lin Zikai’s fist was tightly held, blinked, his eyes drooped, and the emotions in his eyes were concealed. He said lowly: "No."

I haven't waited for what Qin Mo said. I took a black shadow on the side and squatted straight in front of Kong Tong. I cried, "You must be the master of Confucius, this stinky boy grabbed my spirit. Medicine!" He turned his head and glanced at the forest.

"You······" has not waited for Kong Rong to finish, Qin Mo waved his hand and interrupted his words. His eyes gazed and looked straight at the people on the ground. He said coldly: "Since You said it was the grass you found, then where did you find it?"

At the beginning, Qin Mo did not believe that it was Lin Ling’s robbing of the grass, not to mention the character of the Father, but his protagonist’s identity was a little more than others.

The man was seen by Qin Mo, and his body could not help but shake. After all, Qin Mo’s cold eyes were very deterrent, and then his eyes were dodging, and he stuttered and said: “I····· I found it on the road. !"

"Hey!" Qin Mo snorted and looked at Lin Ziwei: "What about you?"

Lin Zikai’s clenched fist couldn’t be loosened, looked up at Qin Mo, and his eyes burned: “I found it in a cave.”

Hearing this, Kong Tong was not a fool. He immediately understood the truth of the matter. His face sank and he kicked a kick against the heart of the people on the ground. He said in his mouth: "The courage is not small, but dare to deceive me!" ”

The man didn't expect Kong Tong to move like this. He didn't check it for a while, but he was kicked out by him. He spit out a blood in his mouth and looked at Kong Yin's gloomy face, but he did not dare to do anything against it. After all, Kong’s temper is notorious in Zhengyangzong.

Confucius kicked the ball and casually took care of his clothes. He still looked like a noble son. He smiled on the face and made a series of Qin Mo on one side. He smiled and said: "Today is the fault of Zhengyangzong. Please forgive me!"

Qin Mo nodded slightly, did not say anything, Jin Linger on the side raised his chin, ridiculed: "I know it is wrong!"

Although Kong Yan’s face was smiling, but there was still anger in his heart, the **** guy dared to lie to him, and made him so ugly. After he went back, he must teach him a good meal.

Thinking about it, I couldn’t help but say, “That’s a good time, I hope to see you again next time!” After waiting for them to answer, they left the place with Zhengyangzong’s people.

Seeing things, Qin Mo turned his gaze to Jin Linger's body, frowning, but his voice was indifferent but extremely stressful: "How are you here?"

Jin Linger’s eyes turned a few laps. She came here because she learned that the master came to the foggy hill, but looking at the cold expression of the master, some of them said: "I just came to play." !"

Although she didn’t know what she was thinking, Qin Mo’s light was stern, and the tone was cold: “Go back!”

Jin Linger took Qin Mo to sprinkle for a while, and found that he was unmoved, and could not help but pout, and many of the young disciples behind him left here.

Looking at Jin Linger, they disappeared here, Qin Mo was relieved, and Jin Linger was only three layers of refining, which was extremely dangerous in the foggy mountains.

Taking out the flying fan in the Qiankun bag, Qin Mo was ready to leave here and marched toward the foggy hill, but felt that his sleeve was pulled by the person, and turned his head slightly surprised, only to find that Lin Zizhen was somewhat uneasy. Pull him.

Feeling the gaze of Qin Mo, Lin Zikai’s hand holding his sleeves couldn’t help but tighten, and the ink-colored pupils showed a bit of cramped color, and slowly said: “In fact, there are some caves.” particular!"

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