At this time, the head of the Chen family was unable to retreat due to the Xuan Qi barrier. At the same time, he had no chance to make any move, and would undoubtedly end his life. How could he compete with the advanced Qing Xuan with his junior Qing Xuan?!

Death, Death! It was as if he was smiling at him...

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

"Mo, Young Master Mo, we are forced to have no choice. Allowing tens of thousands of people to flood into the Eastern Region will definitely cause chaos in public security. After discussion, we all decided to temporarily manage a few cities for you so that you can use them to settle the refugees.

, and also to avoid being occupied by soul hunters." The head of the Chen family said with a sad look on his face, as if he had done something good but was misunderstood by his master.

It's just that it's full of loopholes.

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

Doubt No. 2: Is it necessary to imprison all the families affiliated with the Black Ink Clan, that is, the city lords and family members who manage those cities?! The lives and deaths are still unknown at the moment.

Unexpectedly, Mo Liancheng said nothing, only sneered lightly.

A slight chill enveloped the barrier.

For a moment, he said quietly: "If you really want to help, why don't you send people to kill the soul hunters? Aren't the soul hunters always the public enemies of the Xuanling Continent? When did the Black Ink Clan become the only one left?

Are you fighting the soul hunters? Why? Do you want to imitate the Murong family...find an opportunity to devour the Black Ink Clan?"

As soon as these words came out, the head of the Chen family broke into a cold sweat.

Just as he was about to say something, he suddenly felt a pain in his throat, and a small golden cord had wrapped around his neck for some reason. It was a sharp feeling that you didn't need to experience to know that Mo Liancheng only needed to move his wrist slightly, and his head would definitely...

Will move.

Mo Liancheng did not waste time, his eyes were filled with gloom, and he said indifferently: "I am not here to listen to sophistry. Seeing that you treat the people of the Mo clan fairly well, I will give you two options. One, surrender to the Mo clan.

, From now on, the Black Ink Clan will be respected. Second,...die."

"!!!..."

Patriarch Chen 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 a word."

Patriarch Chen swallowed the words abruptly, with a hint of trembling in his eyes.

A chance to say a word?!

What do you mean? That is to say, he can only say one sentence! Choose one or two? If you don't choose the first sentence, or if you talk nonsense, you will die immediately! Don't give him a chance to quibble. In other words,

If you don’t want to listen to nonsense, choose directly!

To refuse is to die!

If you say unnecessary words, you will die!

He has a tough attitude, he is domineering and intimidating.

"Have you thought clearly? I am in a hurry and have to go to the next one." Mo Liancheng said with a faint smile on his lips, flicking his fingers, "Thanks to you guys getting together this time, I was saved.

A lot of time and trouble." It seemed that killing them was like killing a few chickens raised in one's own yard, easy and casual.

Half a moment.

Mo Liancheng's patience seemed to have run out.

Su raised his hand and was about to take action——

"I choose one! Return to the Mo Clan." Suddenly, the head of the Chen family hurriedly shouted in panic.

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

The beads of sweat on his forehead were falling drop by drop.
Chapter completed!