Chapter 452

"That's right. Qiyun hall is seriously damaged. There must be a hall owner to stabilize people's mind."

"You think, who can be competent for the position of temple leader?"

After a moment, an elder proposed: "I think, in terms of qualifications, elder ivy is the most suitable among all kinds of people here. What do you think?"

This remark was echoed by many people.

"That's right, aoteng is old and respected. It's good to be suitable for it again!"

"Why don't you let elder Qingteng take the place of the Lord of the temple?"

"Not bad..."

This remark made Qingteng feel flattered: "Qingteng, thank you for your generous reward, but... I'm not qualified enough to be a temple master."

"Elder ivy." Immediately someone retorted, "if you are not qualified, then all of you here are even less qualified!"

"Yes

The green vine had no choice but to smile and said: "how about this? I'll take the place of the Lord of the hall for a while. When there's a more suitable person in Qiyun hall, it's not too late to make a decision. What do you think?"

"That's fine."

The main hall has just fallen, and the foundation of Qiyun hall is unstable. We need to choose a leader who can stabilize people's heart as soon as possible.

There is no better candidate for the moment. It would be better to let elder sinomeni take over.

The green vine sighed helplessly, a trace of helplessness passed in her eyes.

I hope that he Qiyun hall can tide over the difficulties smoothly and resume its past prosperity.

……

Dongdu demon clan palace.

With a clang sound, the porcelain bowl with soup beside the bed was overturned to the ground with gloomy anger.

"Not yet?"

Gu Mo's tone, with suppressed anger.

It's more about worry.

"Your Majesty, please calm down. The queen should be back soon." Several leaders knelt down under his highness and did not dare to speak aloud.

That is to say, it hasn't been found yet.

"Waste!"

Pop!

Another palm overturned the tea cups and broke them into dregs.

"Your Majesty..."

Gu Mian Mo is very anxious, but before Ge'er leaves, he is confused. Now he can't move his limbs, let alone go to Qiyun hall to find someone.

As soon as the Lord of Qiyun Temple died, there will be other sects taking advantage of the fire. He is very worried that Ge'er will be implicated.

This girl is so disobedient!

"Don't pestle here. Look for them all. Look for them all!" His mood, as if out of control.

"Yes, yes!"

They were ordered to leave the inner hall in a hurry. They were scared and sweated.

At this time, Qing ye came in from outside the hall and said calmly, "don't worry, younger martial brother. Mo Liang has gone to Qiyun hall. I think Mo Qingge won't be in danger."

Gu mianmo knew that elder martial brother's words were just consolation.

There are too many uncertain factors in Qiyun hall. No one can be sure whether Ge'er will be in danger.

"Elder martial brother, come here."

Qing night heard the sound and approached a little: "how, do you have something to say to me?"

"Untie me." The tone of indifference is like an order.

"I......" the Qing night bit to bite the lower lip, pretending helplessly way, "this bewitch scattered I also can't solve."

Do you want to help him get rid of the trance and let him die for that woman?

He's not going to do that.

"Don't talk nonsense, hurry up!" He has little patience.

The Qing night is noncommittal a smile: "not all told you?"? I can't solve that girl's confusion. I can't help you. You'd better wait for her to come back! "

But with a sigh, Gu Mo curled up his fingers and tried to calm down his anger.

This dead girl, it's not easy!

Suddenly, a bodyguard rushed into the inner hall and said incoherently: "my Lord, your majesty, he... He brought back the queen demon!"

Song is back.

The color of Gu's ink eyes was a little bright. He wanted to get up, but his limbs couldn't make a trace of strength.

"You should be relieved that she's back." Qing night also slightly relieved.

So, Qing night fed him a pill, he felt limbs slowly restored perception.

Immediately, Gu Mian Mo got up and almost didn't stand firm when his feet fell to the ground.

Blood, along the knee bone of the steel plate shed, he took a staggering step, left the inner hall in a hurry.

Where it passes, there is blood dripping.

"Hey, younger martial brother, your legs are not good yet!" Qing night see potential, hurried to catch up, anxious.

This guy, it's not easy!

The bodyguard leads the way in front of him. Gu mianmo staggers to the side hall of the courtyard in a hurry, and his heart is always uneasy.

"Song

In the side hall, as soon as Mo Qingge settled down the saint, he turned around and worried.

"Uncle Huang..."

She ran to him in a hurry and held his slightly staggered step: "how did you get out of bed? Your injury has not yet healed. Go back quickly..."

"I'm fine." Gu Mo saw the injury on her arm, and his heart ached. "Ge'er, are you hurt? Let me see. "

"A little injury will not get in the way."

Mo Qingge's words had not finished, the cuff was lifted by him, revealing a ferocious tooth print, and the blood was still flowing.

It was bitten by a zombie.

He nodded slightly, deep ink eyes, shrouded in a layer of anxiety, even more distressed.

This silly girl, after going out for a while, hurt herself.

How can he be at ease?

"Does it hurt?" He asked softly.

Mo Qingge gently shook his head: "no pain."

Just at this time, the virgin sitting behind them suddenly turned red and evil, as if she had been manipulated.

The next second, she was furious: "evil, don't touch the song!"

Words fall, cold red candle gets up, eject a dagger from the cuff, toward Gu quilt ink face door ruthlessly stab.

Gu Mian Mo raised his eyes, slightly stunned for a moment, sharp dagger stabbed into his shoulder, blood dripping.

"Mother!"

"Your majesty

The guards in the hall took out their weapons and changed their faces one after another.

Gu Mian Mo slightly sideways eyes, cold voice orders a way: "retreat!"

Several guards looked at each other and had no choice but to move forward, but their hatred reached its peak.

"Mother, stop it

Mo Qingge's face suddenly changed, and her eyes turned red as if she had lost her sense, and her breath also became much more gloomy.

Mother, what's the matter? It's like being possessed!

Cold red candle as if unheard of, finger bone tightly curled up, the palm of the dagger stabbed deeper.

Blood gushed, accompanied by a dull hum.

"Stop it

Seeing that the situation was not right, Mo Qingge had to throw out a silver needle and stab it into the back neck of lenghongzhu.

Then, cold red candle eyes a black, just lose consciousness, ink star Shen body forward, hugged her: "mother..."

Holding his mother for a moment, Mo Xingchen can feel the breath of his mother, which is very unusual.

"How are you, uncle Huang?" Mo Qingge catches his staggering body, worried.

In the chest counter blood turns to gush, the Gu quilt ink line of sight a black, the consciousness instantly dissipates, unconscious ground falls into her bosom.