novelsite Chapter 481 Crazy Mo Jiao
Chapter 481 Crazy Mo Jiao
Click, click, click...
The crisp sound of footsteps suppressed the sound of vocal music and was clearly transmitted to the ears of Mo Jiao in the palace.
At this time, who would come here and disturb the little enjoyment I have left?
He couldn't help but feel a trace of anger in his heart, and he roughly pushed away the beautiful maid in his arms, and slammed the cup on the armrest of the throne.
boom--!
Whether it was the cup or the armrest of the throne, the materials used were all rare treasures of heaven and earth, but under Mo Jiao's forceful smash, they were both smashed to pieces.
"who!"
The huge roar involuntarily carried some of the power of the ink dragon, overturning everyone in the palace.
To be able to dance for Mo Jiao, the dancers naturally have good looks and figures, and they also have a certain level of cultivation, but under the roar of Mo Jiao.
All the dancers flew backwards, as if their chests had been hit by a heavy hammer.
He coughed up a lot of blood, fell to the ground hard, couldn't get up, and suffered severe injuries.
The pitiful expression on his face and the blood stained at the corner of his mouth made people unable to help but feel affection. If Mo Jiao saw this, he would definitely feel soft-hearted.
There will be no apology, but there will definitely be compensation.
But now he was already upset by the footsteps, and now he was even more upset when he saw these unbearable things.
He casually held it in his hand, and the remaining pieces of the cup were scattered towards the dancing girls.
Although it was only a few fragments and the force used was not great, it was a fatal blow to these dancers.
Even at their peak, when they were not injured, there was no way they could stop him.
What happened to the king? !
All the dancers were thinking about this question when they saw Mo Jiao attacking them. They were originally Mo Jiao's personal slaves.
Whether to kill or behead, it all depends on Mo Jiao's thought.
There is never any fear of death.
But they couldn't figure out why Mo Jiao would suddenly kill them. Normally, Mo Jiao loved them the most...
call----
A gust of wind blew out of nowhere, blocking the fatal debris for them when the dancer had closed her eyes as if resigned to her fate.
The wind blows on the debris, just like the sun shines on the snow, melting it directly.
With distance, the wind became gentler and gentler. When it was in front of Mo Jiao, it was no different from the most lovely breeze in spring.
Mo Jiao knows who the footsteps are, Mr. Crocodile!
Now in the dragon world, except for those two mysterious people with unknown origins, he couldn't have any resistance.
Only he can achieve this level.
"What are you here for?"
With a move in the air, he fetched a new cup filled with fine wine, and Mo Jiao drank it in one gulp.
This is the spirit he treasures. The materials used in brewing are more precious and more powerful than the others.
Even he himself can't drink too much at one time.
Otherwise, the violent power in this wine will damage the body and disrupt the flow of breath in the body.
But Mo Jiao didn't care anymore. After drinking in one sip, he filled another cup for himself.
He glanced at Crocodile Ancestor and said, "Why don't you find a place to enjoy your last moments."
"Otherwise there would be no chance. We could have become Kyushu's pawns."
"But now, we are pawns against Kyushu."
"We can't live anymore, this is our last time..."
After saying that, Mo Jiao toasted a glass of wine to someone or somewhere outside.
Then he drank a full drink, bared his teeth slightly, and endured the violent power of the strong drink sweeping through his body.
This feeling is not good, but Mo Jiao just likes it.
Then he suddenly pulled the beautiful maid who had just been pushed out into his arms, and raised and lowered her hands roughly.
His appearance and posture resembled that of a desperate king who was about to destroy his country and went crazy in the end.
Crocodile Lord glanced up, sighed and shook his head. He understood Mo Jiao's current state of mind, so why couldn't he himself be the same?
Things happened so fast that he didn't fully react until now.
How dare someone resist Kyushu!
Snatch their monster clan, and use the chess pieces that Kyushu has already decided as your own chess pieces to play chess directly with Kyushu!
Are you crazy? !
Even if Kyushu has disappeared for hundreds of thousands of years, even if they have never really seen the power of Kyushu, they know it.
Jiuzhou, if you want to kill their entire demon clan, it will be effortless...
He didn't believe that the lunatic who wanted to play chess with Kyushu didn't know this.
He must have some support, they don't know what they can't think of, but what does it have to do with them?
No matter what this madman has to rely on, the first people to die will be just him, Mo Jiao, and the clan members under their command.
I also thought about resisting, but there was no way.
In front of Doraemon, they didn't even have the courage to take action. They didn't know whether it was because of the props or something else.
I can only wait for death full of despair.
Su Jiu'er's army has arrived outside. Maybe they will launch an attack tomorrow and the day after tomorrow. By then, they will die.
But even so, Mr. Crocodile still had a bit of luck in his heart and wanted to give it a try.
That's why he came to Mo Jiao. His final madness was just to enjoy the things he had enjoyed before to an even greater extent.
It doesn't make any sense, it's better to turn this madness into resistance.
Maybe it will be useful?
Raising his hand to signal the injured dancers to get down, Mr. Crocodile waved over a futon, a low table, and a glass of wine.
"Are you going to go on like this?"
"When they attack, will they die an innocent death?"
"Tear it into pieces and take it to Master Jiuzhou to claim credit?"
"if not?!"
Mo Jiao raised his head from the arms of the beautiful maid, revealing a spring light, without any taboo against Crocodile Lord still sitting below.
It's all the final madness anyway, it doesn't matter.
Even if Crocodile Lord wants to join in now, Mo Jiao doesn't care, the crazier the better.
"Resist?"
"We have this idea that those two people won't care, but once there is action."
"Believe it or not, two Mo Jiao and Crocodile Lord who looked exactly like us came out immediately and killed both of us."
"Lead our sons to fight with those guys like Su Jiu'er!"
Stab————
The clothes were too much in the way, so Mo Jiao simply tore them all apart, regardless of the beautiful maid's subconscious resistance.
Continue to enjoy it roughly, completely in front of Crocodile-kun.
"I have thought about everything you have thought about, and I want to do everything you want to do, but I understand, but you don't understand."
"Why else would I do this?"
"I am Mo Jiao, the strongest person in the demon clan, with the bloodline of the Nine Provinces Divine Dragon..."