The Enchantress of Medicine, with the Heaven Defying Child, and the Black Belly Father

His lips had been burned by the flames just now, and only his teeth were exposed at this time, matched with the flesh and blood that was full of singeing pus, it looked particularly terrifying.

But in Wen Zhe’s only good eyes, there is no more pain, only the creepy fierceness and malice, "This is the best, so that, next, I can explain to the executive director without any psychological burden. The next task!"

Zhong Li was startled, a bad premonition suddenly surged in his heart.

His hands quickly formed marks, and his chapped lips squirmed, as if to spit out something.

It's just that before he could move, a cold light sprang up from the ground and rushed towards the old man's face.

when--!

Jun Jitian raised his hand to block the cold light.

The old man's life was saved.

But Wen Zhe took advantage of this opportunity to quickly back up a few steps and came to the unconscious Mo Lin.

The magic cord originally tied to Wen Zhe's body has been automatically unwound at some point.

Under the rotation of the devilish energy, his bloody face healed at a speed visible to the naked eye.

But in a short time, there was no way to heal successfully, and it still looked like a ghost.

Min Wei, Tianhe, and Xueji kept attacking him without stopping.

However, the bodies and hair of several people all hit an invisible wall and were directly bounced back.

Wen Zhe sneered and ignored them. Instead, he grabbed Mo Lin by the collar and lifted him up.

Mo Lin opened his eyes in a daze, and saw a distorted terrifying face, and let out a horrified scream.

"Shhh!"

Wen Zhe put his hand on the newly grown lips and said in a low voice, "Mo Lin, remember that Master told you before, do you want to do something for you in the future?"

"Master, you... are you the master?" Mo Lin asked tremblingly, "Master, you, how did you become like this? Where is this? Didn't you say you want me to serve the Emperor of the Extreme Realm?"

Wen Zhe laughed in a low voice, and said in a hoarse voice: "Something has changed. The original plan could not be implemented smoothly. Now we can only use the second plan arranged by the master."

"The second option?"

"This plan requires your help from Mo Lin. Mo Lin, you will definitely help Master, right?"

Mo Lin has always followed the words of "Zhong Li".

Hearing this, I want to nod subconsciously.

However, facing Zhongli's deep pair of yin birds, and somewhat crazy eyes, there was a panic in my heart for no reason.

"Master, you, what do you want your disciple to help..."

Before she could finish her words, Mo Lin suddenly widened her eyes, her lips trembled, her body stiffened, and she slowly lowered her head, looking at her chest.

In front of her chest, a hand penetrated.

That was Wen Zhe's hand that had been scorched.

The bones were exposed, and the diaphragm felt extremely painful.

At this time, this hand was holding her heart tightly, and then pulling out little by little.

"Ah! It hurts! Master, what are you going to do, Master?"

Tear!

The heart was torn out abruptly.

Mo Lin could only let out screams after another in pain, desperately trying to escape.

But Wen Zhe smiled and put his hand in from the hollow of her chest, "Don't worry! There is still something to take out!"

That is a magic core.

Wen Zhe abruptly pulled out her magic core.

Mo Lin's eyes widened, staring at the man in front of her, her lips squirming, but she couldn't make a sound.

why?Why did the master kill her?