At this time, due to the mysterious energy barrier, the head of the Chen family could not retreat. At the same time, he had no chance to make a move, and he undoubtedly cut off his own way of survival. How can he compete with the advanced level with his Qingxuan primary level?!

Death, Death! It's like smiling at him...

Two or three meters away, Mo Liancheng suddenly stopped, turned around and sat on the chair next to him, looking a little lazy, and asked with a smile: "You seem to be very nervous."

"Mo, Mr. Mo, we are also helpless. Allowing thousands of people to flock to the Eastern Region will inevitably cause chaos in public security. After discussion, everyone will unanimously decide to temporarily manage several cities for you so that they can use them to settle refugees and avoid being occupied by the soul hunters." The head of the Chen family spoke with a sad look on his face, as if he had done something good, but the master misunderstood.

But there are many loopholes.

One of the doubts: If you really want to settle the refugees, do you need to occupy the Mo tribe's city?

The second question is: Do you need to imprison all the families affiliated to the Mo tribe, that is, the lords and family members who manage those cities?! Life and death are still unknown at the moment.

Unexpectedly, Mo Liancheng said nothing and just sneered faintly.

A hint of chill enveloped the barrier.

For a moment, he said quietly: "If you really want to help, why don't you send someone to kill the Soul Hunter? Is the Soul Hunter never the Duke of Xuanling Land? When did it become the only Mo Clan who is left fighting against the Soul Hunter? Why? Do you want to learn from the Murong family... and find an opportunity to swallow the Mo Clan?"

As soon as these words were said, the head of the Chen family wiped a cold sweat.

Just as I was about to say something, I suddenly felt a pain in my throat. A tiny golden rope had wrapped around his neck for some reason. The sharp feeling was not to be experienced. Mo Liancheng only needed to move his wrist slightly, and his head would definitely move.

Mo Liancheng didn't waste time, his eyes were filled with gloomy haze, and he said indifferently: "I am not here to listen to the quibble. It's because you treat the people of the Mo clan well. I will give you two choices, one, surrender to the Mo clan, and from then on, take the Mo clan as your respect. Two,... die."

"!!!..."

The head of the Chen family was stunned!

Just as he was about to say something, Mo Liancheng raised his eyes and said strangely: "You only have a chance to say one word."

The head of the Chen family swallowed the words back again, and a few trembling eyes appeared in his eyes.

An opportunity for one sentence?!

What does it mean? That is, he can only say one sentence! Choose one or two? If he has no choice in the first sentence, or he has nonsense, he will die immediately! He will not give him a chance to make a quibble. In other words, he doesn't want to listen to nonsense, and choose directly!

Rejection means death!

Saying extra words is also death!

He is tough, domineering and shocking.

"Do you think it through? I'm in a hurry and I'll go to the next house." Mo Liancheng smiled faintly with his lips and said with a finger, "This time it's thanks to you gathered together, which saved me a lot of time and trouble." It seemed as if killing them was like killing a few chickens raised in his own yard, easy and casual.

Half a moment.

Mo Liancheng's patience seems to have passed.

Just raised his hand and was about to take action—

"I'll choose one! Submit to the Mo clan." Suddenly, the head of the Chen family shouted in panic.

At this time, his old face was already extremely blue and he was sweating profusely.

The sweat beads on the forehead were falling down drop by drop.
Chapter completed!