Dijun, your medical concubine has gone against the sky again

Chapter 773 Give birth to a litter of dragon cubs (3)

That wedding itself was a bureau set up to ambush the Lord of the Holy Realm.

Mo Qiancheng also knew from the very beginning that this was a game with no results at all, but for everything that should be prepared, he still let people prepare everything properly.

Now all the red water chestnuts on the holy island have been withdrawn, leaving only the bed full of red dates, peanuts, longan and lotus seeds.

He didn't know what was on his mind. It stands to reason that he was not a gentleman. Even if he wanted to grab the woman he wanted, he would definitely want to get it.

But she is the only one who absolutely cannot...

He was lying in his clothes on the bed covered with lotus seeds and longan, his eyes were closed, he didn't know if he was asleep or closed his eyes to rest his mind.

But suddenly, a gust of wind passed by, and there was a slight twist in the air, and he was startled: "Come out."

"Mo Qiancheng, I have misjudged you, you actually joined forces with that damned dragon to plot against me."

A hoarse voice floated over from the dark, and soon, a black air floated out, condensing a little bit in front of his eyes. This was obviously the first time the Lord of the Holy Realm appeared in front of Yun Qian.

Mo Qiancheng seemed to be taken aback, and immediately returned to the state of Taishan collapsed in front of him, his eyes narrowed dangerously: "Are you still alive?"

"Of course I'm still alive, do you think you and the beast emperor whose strength has been greatly weakened can kill me?"

Jie Jie's strange laughter came from the cloud of black air, with some inexplicable pride: "As early as the day I brought you back, I have linked my life with you. If you are still alive, this seat will not die..."

Mo Qiancheng's expression changed slightly.

He seemed to be angry, raised his hand, and a purple astral wind flew out of his hand, spinning towards the cloud of black air in mid-air.

The cloud of black air was torn apart by the strong wind, scattered and floated to the surroundings, but at the next moment, the scattered black air quickly gathered again, forming exactly the same ball in the air as before.

"This seat has no entity now, no matter how powerful your attack is, it will not hurt this seat at all."

The cloud of black air circled in mid-air, turned into a wisp of smoke and penetrated into his body like a gangrene, bit by bit eating away at his body, not fatal, but lingering...

Mo Qiancheng lowered his eyes, and saw that there was a mass of jet-black stuff under the skin in his palm, and strands of black air escaped from that position.

He frowned, and a wind blade condensed out of his other hand, and he slashed at the black mass in his palm. The bright red blood immediately gushed out from the wound, and dripped down on the bed sheet along his palm.

But even so, he still couldn't move the thing at all, and in this moment, the black thing had spread along the palm to his wrist.

"You don't need to waste your energy. What I cast at the beginning was the curse of death and life. Unless you die, no one, no matter what method you use, will not be able to break this curse."

Senior Brother Mo was silent, but subconsciously clenched his fingers tightly, and the bright red blood lay down along the fingers, which made people feel a little shocking.

The strange laughter of Jie Jie came from his body, he seemed to be very proud, but also gritted his teeth with hatred: "I really didn't expect that you would help the Dragon Clan, Qiancheng, have you forgotten those things?" How did the Dragon Clan treat you back then?"

(End of this chapter)