Dark Beast Summoner

Chapter 472

In an instant, Long Xingyang was overwhelmed by a burst of coercion.

It's just a look!

Long Xingyang was extremely shocked and unbelievable.

Obviously at the Tianjiao grand meeting, when he shot to defeat Helianyuan, there was no such terrifying coercion!

This is clearly the cultivation base of the sixth floor of the Spiritual Immortal Realm!

He... he actually got promoted again? In just one month!

Or, at the Tianjiao event, Long Moshen deliberately suppressed his cultivation?

No matter which one it was, Long Xingyang felt a great impact. Before the Tianjiao event, he thought he was much stronger than his elder brother Long Moshen, but as a result, he did not dare to play, for fear that he would take the opportunity to be there. I killed myself, so I just conceded defeat.

Before today, he thought that Long Moshen was already a dying person, but Long Moshen's cultivation was even higher, so profound that he was terrified!

"Brother...Brother! Xingyang doesn't mean that!"

Long Xingyang said quickly.

The terrifying coercion was then withdrawn, and Long Xingyang gasped for breath as if after a catastrophe.

"Come here, twins."

Long Moshen stretched out his hand towards Mu Wushuang.

While Long Xingyang gasped for breath, Yu Guang looked at Mu Wushuang's reaction.

He said so much just now, and he must have buried thorns in her heart. She didn't care on the surface, but she must have hated it in her heart, but he didn't forget the anger in her eyes before.

Can she really be willing to sacrifice her precious son to Long Moshen in exchange for ten years of life?

Absolutely impossible!

She must be complaining about Long Moshen in her heart, hating him for keeping her in the dark, and hating him for putting his mind on her son!

So she didn't show it on her face, but her body was honest, she must be disgusted by Long Moshen's contact!

In an instant, Long Xingyang had already thought of Mu Wushuang's rejection of Long Moshen.

However, he saw Mu Wushuang's mouth with a smile, he walked towards Long Moshen without hesitation, and put his hand on his, the two of them clasped their fingers and held each other tightly.

Long Xingyang's eyes widened, how could this be!

There is something wrong with this woman Mu Wushuang!

"Uncle, have you found it?"

Mu Wushuang asked without anyone else.

"Well, I found it." Long Moshen nodded to her gently, and with the other hand, he gently stroked the broken hair on her forehead to the back of her head.

"What did brother find?" Long Xingyang asked quickly.

He thought, it must be the secret technique of prolonging life with blood sacrifice!

Long Moshen came over suddenly, what else could it be other than looking for this secret technique?

He wanted to expose him and let Mu Wushuang see clearly how selfish her man was.

Long Mo glanced at him indifferently, and said coldly, "You didn't say it just now, why did I lie?"

Long Xingyang trembled, and Long Moshen's voice carried an unrelenting coercion, making his heart numb.

But he was very happy, and even looked at Mu Wushuang, his eyes seemed to say, look, he didn't say it, it must be because what he was looking for was shameful!

The goal has been achieved, he thought, Mu Wushuang must have planted the seeds of doubt in his heart, then he can leave.

Faced with his brother's questioning, he naturally denied:

"Brother must have heard it wrong. I was joking with my sister-in-law just now. How dare I speak ill of my brother? Now that my brother is out, I won't accompany my sister-in-law."

After speaking, Long Xingyang hurriedly left.

Long Mo watched Long Xingyang leave blankly, and he could guess what Long Xingyang said to Shuang'er.

"Let's go, Uncle."

Mu Wushuang pulled him out.

The Qinglong Shrine feels too oppressive, and she doesn't like it. Now that she has found it, she will go back and talk about it.

"Little... Young Emperor..."

Suddenly, a timid cry came from behind.

The one who spoke out was the elders of the outer door, who were guarding the door. They had to know what book the young emperor went in and brought out, otherwise it would be difficult to explain.

Long Mo turned his head deeply, glanced coldly at the person kneeling on the ground, and then led Mu Wushuang out.

The two elders broke out in cold sweat.

When he was gone, he dared to stand up. He collapsed and broke out in a cold sweat.

"The god of plague is finally gone!"

"Come in and see, what book did the young emperor take!"

The two said.

They went in and checked, and finally they found that Shaodi did not take any books.

The two were fortunate in their hearts that it was fortunate that the young emperor did not take away any books, otherwise it would be really difficult for them to explain to the holy emperor.

"Young Emperor, the Holy Emperor wants to see you and Miss Mu."

Not long after walking out of the library, a guard stopped in front of Long Moshen and Mu Wushuang.

"not see."

Long Mo said with a cold face.

The guard said: "The Holy Emperor knew that the young emperor was unwilling, so he asked his subordinates to hand this over to the young emperor, saying that the young emperor would definitely be willing to see him."

With that said, the guard took out a jade slip.

Long Moshen didn't answer.

Mu Wushuang was a little curious, took it over, and looked into his divine sense, his face sank.

"Blood sacrifice secret technique!"

She gritted her teeth.

The Holy Emperor did not hide it, since he took out this vicious secret technique directly!

Long Moshen's face became even colder, and he held Mu Wushuang's hand even tighter.

"Lead the way, let's meet the Holy Emperor!"

Mu Wushuang said to the guard in a cold voice.

The guard nodded and led the way.

After walking all the way, Mu Wushuang had suppressed his anger, but the uncle's face was even more ugly. He didn't seem to want to see the Holy Emperor at all.

In front of a towering hall, the guards stopped abruptly.

Long Moshen held Mu Wushuang's hand and led her up the stairs.

In the hall, there is no one, only the Holy Emperor, standing in the center with his backhand, as if looking at the throne of the blue dragon directly above.

"coming."

The Holy Emperor's voice was very light, like the voice of an ordinary father seeing a child.

He turned around slowly, the whole person was still majestic and solemn, and his eyebrows were vaguely similar to Long Moshen.

"Today is your birthday, so let's stay and have a meal together."

The Holy Emperor said to Long Moshen calmly, but his tone had an indisputable command.

Mu Wushuang could clearly feel that Uncle Huang's aura suddenly became violent, and the strength of holding her hand suddenly increased.

"Birthday? I have never had a birthday. I only remember that today is my mother's memorial day."

Long Mo's deep purple eyes stared at the Holy Emperor with hatred in his eyes.

Mu Wushuang only felt that her heart was aching, as if a hand was holding her heart. Uncle Huang had never been a birthday, nor did he celebrate his mother's memorial day. He said that he did not want to mention these things.

Even Ling Xiaoxian and his wife knew this, so they never mentioned it in front of him, but the Holy Emperor said it on purpose, Mu Wushuang didn't believe that he didn't know that today was his dead wife's memorial day, but he deliberately mentioned it!

What's in his heart? !

Did he just not want his son to be better off?