Yu Mo lowered his head and pressed against her forehead. Hearing her breathing more and more rapid, he moved his hand up greedily.

"Don't……"

Ling Yao whispered to forgive him, but the sound was not powerful at all, and Yu Mo had no tendency to stop.

Ling Yao felt weak all over and almost unsteady. If Yu Mo hadn't held her with both hands, she would probably have been so soft that she would have been on the ground.

"No!" Ling Yao suddenly grabbed Yu Mo's restless hand, her eyes firm and persistent.

Yu Mo was stunned, staring at her eyes with a straight look, slowly letting go of his hand, then realized that he was abrupt and hurriedly said, "I'm sorry."

Ling Yao was panicked, afraid that Yu Mo would misunderstand him, so she quickly explained: "I'm not ready yet."

Yu Mo understood it and asked, "Is there anything wrong with you looking for me so late?"

Ling Yao then suddenly remembered her purpose, nodded and said, "Yes, I have something to discuss with you. Yu Mo, Feihuashou is a very powerful martial art, right?"

Yu Mo was slightly stunned and said, "That's right."

In fact, he didn't know how powerful the flying flower hand was, but after all, it was from the mouth of the Demon Saint, so it should be a good martial art.

Ling Yao took a deep breath and said, "Flying Flower Hands are so powerful, we must not tell others, otherwise other people will covet the Flying Flower Hands and may threaten you."

Yu Mo was stunned for a moment and asked suspiciously: "Who told you this?"

With Ling Yao's perception, she could not know these things, so there must be someone's guidance behind the scenes.

This matters to Ling Yao, and he has to pay attention to it.

Ling Yao looked at Yu Mo in surprise and asked, "Is this very important?"

Yu Mo nodded solemnly: "Important."

Ling Yao bit her snow-white teeth, hesitated for a moment, and said, "Aunt Lan told me."

"Aunt Lan?" Yu Mo was shocked and said, "How could she know so much?"

"Aunt Lan is very awesome." Ling Yao explained.

Yu Mo felt awe-inspiring in his heart. He had met Aunt Lan, but he didn't see anything special about Aunt Lan. Now it seems that she is hidden.

"Who is Aunt Lan?"

Ling Yao was stunned for a moment and said, "Aunt Lan is Aunt Lan."

"I'm asking Aunt Lan what kind of sect she is?"

"Aunt Lan has no sect, she is equivalent to a member of our family." Ling Yao explained that she lost her mother since she was a child, and Aunt Lan is equivalent to her mother.

Seeing that Ling Yao was not clear, Yu Mo did not ask again, smiled slightly, eased the atmosphere, and said, "Since Aunt Lan said that, there is a certain reason. Let's not expose the flying flower hands in the future."

Ling Yao focused heavily and agreed: "I think so too, don't expose yourself."

"Don't worry, even if I'm exposed, ordinary people can't hurt me." Yu Mo was full of confidence.

Ling Yao smiled and naturally believed him, and said with a complicated expression: "Then I'm going back."

"Wait a minute." Yu Mo blurted out.

Ling Yao's whole body froze, thinking that Yu Mo was going to do something bad again, but she saw Yu Mo pecking her face gently and said, "Good night."

Ling Yao nodded happily: "Good night."

Some people have beautiful dreams, while others are immersed in nightmare.

Lin Futu is the person who is immersed in a nightmare.

Since Jiang An returned, he has been silently observing the spiritual sanren. The spiritual sanren is already a useless person. Although he tried his best to pretend, he gradually revealed his strength in the end.

Lin Futu did not dare to make the idea of ​​connecting the spiritual sanren at first. After all, the reputation of a person, the shadow of a tree, and the power that the spiritual sanren gave him was too strong.

However, the more and more horses and feet were exposed by the scattered scattered people, and another thing became the last straw that overwhelmed Lin Futu.

According to reliable information, the Gu family already knew that the Lin family was the real murderer of assassinating Gu Ziqing, and the Gu family was ready to avenge Gu Ziqing.

The Gu family's anger is not so easy to bear. Lin Futu is in a mess. If he wants to survive this disaster, he can only quickly improve his strength.

There is no doubt that the spiritual sanren became the primary condition for this shortcut, and Lin Futu had seen some clues and decided to test the spiritual sanren.

This test naturally showed the reality and reality. Lin Futu was 100% sure that the psychic sanren is different from the past and has become a useless person.

He was surprised and happy, and quickly discussed with his father Lin Yueshan, and finally decided to force the spiritual sanren to explain the secrets of cultivation.

Lin Futu followed Tongling Sanren for a long time and knew that Tongling Sanren had not taught him all his supernatural powers.

In the past, he dared not speak out, but now the psychic scattered man has become a useless man. It is the fish on his chopping board, and he lets him do whatever he wants.

The Tongling Sanren was defeated by Yu Mo, but his supernatural powers were still treasures coveted by Lin Futu. Lin Futu believed that once he practiced these supernatural powers, he might not be able to compete with Yu Mo.

By then, he will not be Yu Mo's puppet. In addition, if the Gu family wants to take revenge on the Lin family, it will definitely not succeed. This is a killing of two birds with one stone.

It’s a pity that the psychic sanren did not let go at all, which made Lin Futu very angry. The Gu family’s counterattack was imminent, but he had not yet obtained the secret of magical powers he wanted, so it was naturally like torture.

Bang!

A whip whipped hard on Tongling Sanren, blood splattered, and Tongling Sanren screamed, staring at Lin Futu like fire.

"I'm so blind! I actually accepted you as my disciple."

Lin Futu had a gloomy face and shouted: "I'm talking so much nonsense, why don't you tell me the secret of magical powers quickly. Do you really want to die?"

"Hahaha, now, I have become like this. Do you think I will still be afraid of death?" asked the psychic sanren, "I am evil, don't you think you can succeed!"

How could Lin Futu give up? He snorted coldly, and the long whip in his hand flew again, whipping hard at Tongling Sanren, his skin and flesh blooming, and screaming in pain.

The spiritual sanren have no magical powers to protect their bodies, which is worse than ordinary people. How can they bear this painful torment?

He fainted several times, but in the end, he had no intact skin on his body.

Lin Futu had red eyes, gritted his teeth, and looked crazy, asking, "I think you can still speak to me when you can still speak."

The Tongling Sanren was on the verge of collapse and was whipped a few more times. Finally, he couldn't bear it and screamed: "I've taken it, I'll do it all!"

Lin Futu's eyes became more and more joyful, and he hurriedly stopped the whip, afraid that he would be beaten to death.

"Tell me quickly."

The Tongling Sanren no longer had any backbone, and said everything like a bamboo tube pouring beans, and finally begged: "I've got everything, please give me a way out."

"Live road?" Lin Futu got what he wanted, was proud and full of ferocious eyes, and said, "Do you think you still have a way out?"

"Ah—" Tongling Sanren's liver and gallbladder trembled violently, "You really want to kill me?"
Chapter completed!