"Be careful, I have a feeling these two are not simple."
The expression was grave.
"What's so special about them? Kill that man, and I want the woman." Momba licked his lips, his face showing a sinister expression.
"Noisy."
These two people were Lin Mo and Yingzi.
Yingzi furrowed her eyebrows and wrinkled her little face. Although they were speaking in different languages, it posed no obstacle for cultivators because as long as their spiritual power was strong enough, they could understand any language and script.
Upon hearing the foul language of the two, Yingzi's small face turned icy cold.
"Hehe, this chick is quite spicy, South... I like her a lot. Let me have her first later."
Momba laughed loudly.
Whoosh!
Suddenly, a dazzling sword light sliced through the desolate chill.
Momba's face still carried a smile, but his expression suddenly froze.
His pupils reflected horror, but unfortunately, the sword light was too fast for him to dodge.
"Momba..."
