Mo Hua said regretfully: "Then we can only blame him for his bad fate."

When the evil cultivator heard this, he immediately said:

"What are you asking, I'll tell you!"

Mo Hua was stunned.

Why is this evil cultivator suddenly so easy to talk to?

If you practice evil, your eyelids will jump.

He is not afraid of death.

He can be killed by enemies, be harvested and die, be convicted by Dao Tingsi, and die by death penalty.

No matter what method the monk used to kill him, it actually didn't matter to him.

However, he must not die in the hands of a teenage boy!

He couldn't bear the humiliation of being killed by a brat who was only at the fifth level of Qi refining!

"Then tell me." Mo Hua said.

"I'm not the one chasing you."

"Then what?"

"No more."

Mo Hua said slowly: "You said you were not the one chasing him. That means the person you were chasing was not you. You saw someone chasing him."

The evil cultivator kept silent.

Mo Hua wanted to draw his sword again, but Xie Xiu had no choice but to say:

"There are several monks who are chasing him."

"What about your appearance?"

"You can't see his appearance clearly, but he is wearing a silver-white Taoist robe."

Mo Hua's eyes condensed, silvery white...

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Chapter completed!