My Crown Prince Consort Is a Firecracker Chapter 5: One thousand and twenty-fourth

Why the boss is so confused. "Mu Jingyang and Mu Jinglao sighed together.

The seventh uncle Mu Jingrui was also very calm, shook his head and took out a wooden box and opened it, and took out a life card. "Big Brother's life lamp has been completely shattered, so it should be dead."

Mu Woods called out, "No? That uncle now, now he, isn't he?"

A corpse puppet? Two words emerged from the bottom of everyone's hearts.

Mu Jingrui threw the box into the iron cage and sighed, "Big brother is confused."

Mu Jingfeng suddenly rushed over, but he was stopped by the iron fence.

He was squeezed between the iron fences, a deformed face, pressed firmly on the iron pillar, his two eyeballs could hardly roll, just staring at the arbor like this.

"I, put me...me, with, with you, mother...to be buried together." Mu Jingfeng rushed over and stared at Qiao Mu, only to spit out such a sentence with difficulty.

Everyone was taken aback and looked at him in surprise.

Can the corpse puppet be sober?

What does this show? It means that Tianyun's methods may be completely upgraded.

Will the corpse puppets they make in the future still retain the will of the people before they were alive, or...all with thoughts?

In that case, it will be more difficult to deal with.

The body that the corpse puppet sword does not invade, coupled with the brain that can think, and the world of cultivators, afraid that it can compete for length?

Qiao Mu looked at him coldly, and Mu Jingfeng's mutilated and mutated body was clearly reflected in those eyes that could only see the dead bones.

Everyone saw that as a corpse puppet, Mu Jingfeng shivered...very humanely.

When they saw the dead and inscrutable cold light in the eyes of the little patron, they all felt a slight coolness on the tip of their hearts.

It's too cold!

The eyes of Little Patriarch's eyes are so mercilessly shocking.

"You are not worthy." She spit out these three words coldly, but every word seemed to be beaten hard, hitting everyone's heart violently.

Poor Mu Jingfeng has no eyelids anymore at this time, if not, his eyelids will probably tremble a bit.

He doesn't even turn the two black bean-like eyes at this moment, just staring at the tree sluggishly.

"Mu Jingfeng, until the end of life, I, my mother, will never forgive you forever."

"You don't deserve to be buried with her, look at yourself, this pair of withered bones, this pair of disgusting Bara's remains, are you embarrassed to defile her eyes?"

"Before you die, don’t be so arrogant~IndoMTL.com~You don’t trust her at all, and you don’t love her. From head to toe, including your hair, nothing is worthy of it. She. You! In this life and this life, there will be no chance, goodbye to her for the last time!"

Small facial paralysis is such a vicious and unusual words, which smashes the hearts and minds of everyone present.

The elders looked at her in shock.

The hand of the old Patriarch Mu Cang, holding the cane, trembled even more.

They don't know what words to use to describe the shock in their hearts at this moment.

The Guojue of the facial paralysis is so harsh and straightforward that almost everyone feels suffocated.

The old man looked back again, and saw that Mu Jingfeng had stopped shaking, and hung on the iron pillar quietly, with a pair of dark eyes, staring straight at the face and turned away paralyzed. direction.

"Jingfeng." The old man held his cane in tears.

This is his own son. He was raised by his side and raised from childhood to adulthood. Nowadays, it is always sad for a white-haired person to send a black-haired person.