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Chapter 670: Demonic Spirit Shows Its Power

Even a woman as vicious as Wei'er still has a bit of kindness in her heart.

She would never forget the night when they led the remaining members of the Black Society to raid the governor's mansion, intending to rescue the Heavenly Master and several paladins, but were ultimately wiped out.

Just as she and Xiaotao were about to die without a burial place, an evil spirit descended from the sky, shocking everyone like a savior, and rescued her and Xiaotao.

Later, at the city gate, with pursuers heavily behind them, it was the evil spirits and the heroes who rescued them who together stopped the pursuers.

To this day, Wei'er still remembers the smile the demon gave her before closing the city gate with his bare hands.

Although this man has an ordinary appearance and would be the one that no one would notice if he were in a crowd, in Wei'er's heart, he is already a brother whom she can trust with her life.

Wei'er would never allow anyone to kill the evil spirit.

"Then what do you want to do?"

Xiao Tao spoke suddenly, but her eyes unconsciously looked at the devil.

She had noticed that the demon spirit put down the roasted leg of lamb in his hand, put his legs together, and looked like he was about to attack.

"I don't care, I will kill whoever wants to kill him!"

"He protected us all the way as we fled west. Without him, we would have died."

"Now that someone has come forward and said he is a spy, can we just say he is a spy?"

"Isn't it clear to you and me whether he is a spy or not?"

"Mr. Xi Ze, Mr. Wu Hao, Mr. Li Fang, Mr. Hu Hui, they are all dead. Mo Lin came all the way west to avenge their blood and sweat for the sake of his wish."

"Now, Mo Lin's wish has not been fulfilled yet, are we going to abandon him in this vast Western Region like a discarded pawn?"

Wei'er was furious.

She is not a good-tempered person on a normal day. If she wasn't acting for outsiders, she would definitely not portray the image of a gentle woman.

Now some people are treating her like a soft persimmon and she will never agree to that.

Xiao Tao's expression eased a little, she sat down slowly and said:

"I don't want to attack Mo Lin either. To put it bluntly, if he hadn't protected me all the way, even if I had ten lives, it wouldn't be enough."

Xiao Tao looked a little lonely, with her head half tilted up.

"These foreigners didn't kill me because they thought I was still the Black King and that I still had some reputation in Liangzhou."

"Otherwise, my head would have been chopped off long ago."

"Shufeng and Yan said that Molin was a spy. They deserve to be killed."

"He just wanted to cut off my support and control us better."

"But... the Black Society will not surrender easily, but we cannot leave the Shuofeng Tribe. They will not let us leave."

The demon spirit still maintained a posture ready to attack at any time.

He would never believe that bitch Xiaotao.

A slutty woman who is determined to massacre everyone in Liangzhou City, how perverted must she be.

Maybe he says one thing, thinks another, and does another thing with his hands, and the condoms are different.

"Don't worry, I'm here. I won't allow anyone to hurt you."

Wei'er came and sat down opposite Mo Lin, her eyes gentle.

"If anyone wants to hurt you, just walk over my dead body."

"The Shuofeng tribe wants to kill you, and I won't be polite to them. We just need to wait for an opportunity, and I will take action."

Mo Lin relaxed unconsciously.

That bitch Xiaotao can't be trusted, but Wei'er can.

He sat down slowly and continued to drink and eat meat leisurely.

Wei'er's expression changed several times, but her eyes became more and more gentle as she looked at Mo Ling.

At the same time, a plan emerged in Wei'er's mind.

That night, the Shufeng tribe, which had been restless to begin with, suddenly heard a sound like an earth-shaking earthquake.

The demon spirit woke up from his sleep, and as soon as he opened his eyes, he saw the knife-wielding guards rushing into the tent.

The young chief of the Shuofeng tribe, Shuofengci, had a ferocious look on his face and growled:

"Jiliguala Wula Wula Hula La La, Aba Da La Xi Ma Gu!"

"Hima Ubu Samalahu, Muxi Galabugani!"

The demon spirit quickly turned over and got off the small broken bed. The moment he got off the bed, he put the chain and copper claws into his sleeves, picked up the machete again, and landed steadily.

He pointed his knife at Shuo Fengci and said coldly:

"What bird language are you talking to your father? Do you know how to speak the language of the Great Zhou?"

"If you can speak the Great Zhou language, then you can f*cking speak it. If you can't, get out of my way and find someone who can speak the Great Zhou language to talk to your father."

Shuo Fengci's face turned pale and red, his hands trembled several times, and he changed to Da Zhou's words:

"You bastard, how dare you insult me, and insult my great Shuofeng Heyan's son Shuofengci!"

"Do you know that I, Shuofengci, am the young chief of the Shuofeng tribe? If you insult me, you are insulting the entire Shuofeng tribe. I cannot tolerate you today!"

The evil spirit sneered, strode forward, stood in front of Shuofengci, and looked down at Shuofengci.

How could the aura of a demon spirit that has killed countless people be comparable to that of Shuo Fengci?

As soon as the two people came face to face and locked eyes, Shuo Fengci immediately became timid.

"You, what do you want to do?"

"Let me tell you, I am the young chief of the Shuofeng tribe."

The demon spirit was not afraid of the knife-wielding guards behind Shuo Fengci at all. He put the machete in his left hand, raised his right hand, and swung it hard on Shuo Fengci's face.

"Snapped!!"

"Stand at attention and talk, you bastard!"

The demon had a grim look on his face and was filled with murderous intent.

"Who are you? Who do you think you are?"

"What are you doing breaking into my tent late at night?"

"Do you think that just because you are the young patriarch of the Shuofeng tribe, I will speak nicely to a wicked person like you?"

"Fuck you, you're really asking for a beating!"

The demon spirit was so angry that he slapped Shuofengci in the face several times.

"I'm telling you, no matter how weak we are, we can't be bullied by you barbarians!"

"Now, translate those few words you said when you first entered the tent into the language of the Great Zhou!"

Shuofengci was frightened by the evil spirit so much that he was trembling all the time and couldn't say a word. The young patriarch of the Shuofeng tribe was completely disgraced.

Seeing that Shuofengci didn't dare to say anything, the evil spirit immediately raised his hand and slapped him three times, causing Shuofengci's right cheek to swell up a lot.

"Fuck you, I told you to say it!"

"I told you to say it!!!"

"Can't you fucking hear me?"

"Tell me!"

The evil spirit roared and slapped Shuofengci's right cheek hard.

The warriors of the Shuofeng tribe were so frightened by the fierce character of the demon that they trembled all over.

The people of these barbarian tribes only respected brave warriors, and seeing that the evil spirit was whipping their young chief like a top, they dared not act rashly and could only shrink aside like quails, keeping their heads down and keeping silent.

"Fuck you!"

"I told you to say it!!!!!!!!!"

The angry demon spirit gathered all his strength and slapped out with a palm.

Shuo Fengci only felt a heavy blow on the side of his face. His eyes widened and his body flew to the right, hitting his head on Mo Ling's small, broken bed.