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"This little guy, it seems really not easy."

Soon, under the devour of the demon cloud, Zhao Xing was reduced to an ordinary person.

And Mo Yun, from an ordinary person without the slightest spiritual power, became a fourth-level spiritual master.

"It seems that the conversion rate of swallowing is not 100%, otherwise I should be a seventh-level spiritual master instead of a fourth-level spiritual master."

Mo Yun touched his chin and punched Zhao Xing.

"Crack." Mo Yun's fist hit Zhao Xing's chest. Suddenly, a large piece of bone in Zhao Xing's chest shattered, puncturing his lungs and blood vessels.

Immediately, a large amount of blood continued to overflow from Mo Yun's mouth, causing Zhao Xing's breath to become sluggish.

Zhao Xing clutched his chest, as if he wanted to block the blood in his chest. He never imagined that one day he would be defeated by this demon cloud who had never practiced before.

"You'll regret it, you offended someone you shouldn't."

Zhao Xing stared at the magic cloud, and in just a few words, Zhao Xing's mouth was filled with blood foam.

Mo Yun frowned, and he vaguely felt that there was a huge conspiracy waiting for him.

"What do you mean?"

Zhao Xing chuckled: "Mo Yun, do you think Zhao Hun and I are the kind of fools who are desperate for the interests of the family? It's wrong, it's because the training resources that someone fired were too nasty.

That's why Zhao Hun and I couldn't tell the secret that you are a demon. "

Mo Yun's pupils shrank slightly, crouched down, and stared at Zhao Xing. He spoke in a hoarse voice.

"Say, what the hell is going on here?"

"I'm sorry, Mo Yun." Zhao Xing looked at Mo Yun, closed his eyes, and finally died.

Wu Zetian frowned slightly on the side: "Moyun, you have to be careful, if what this Zhao Xing said is true, then I am afraid that a more powerful person is eyeing you."

Hearing Wu Zetian's words, Mo Yun nodded, and a pressure rushed towards him.

"But there is good news. Now that Zhao Xing is dead, one of us can pretend to be Zhao Xing and live in the holy world."

As Mo Yun said, he took off all the clothes from Zhao Xing's body, and cremated Zhao Xing's body by the way.

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On the other side, at the gate of Zhao's house.

"Zhao Tianjie, you can remember what I said." A Yin turned her head and looked at Zhao Tianjie.

"Remember clearly, if Mo Yun's two people dare to appear in our Zhao family, we will definitely let Mo Yun catch them up and send them to you."

Zhao Tianjie's eyes flickered.

A Yin nodded with satisfaction: "If you can capture the two Mo Yun, I will definitely report your name to the selection meeting of the Holy Knights."

"Thank you, Lord Holy Knight for your appreciation." Zhao Tianjie said excitedly, as if he had already obtained the qualifications to participate in the selection meeting of the Holy Knights.

A Yin nodded, and didn't say much. As soon as his body moved, he disappeared in place in an instant.

Zhao Tianjie turned his head, and his humble face was now full of deep coldness.

"Go, gather all the members of the Zhao family, open the Zhao family's defense formation, and be sure to arrest the two black runners who sneaked into the Zhao family yesterday in front of Lord Ayin."

The old butler hesitated for a while and said, "Well, it's not good. After all, the two black runners who sneaked into Zhao's house yesterday are not necessarily the two of them."

Zhao Tianjie shook his head: "Absolutely, old housekeeper, except for the two magic clouds, no one will sneak into our Zhao family again."

The old butler nodded, turned around and ordered to go.

Zhao Tianjie: "Also, be careful, it's not easy to startle snakes."

The old butler nodded.

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On the other side, in the room where Mo Yun and Wu Zetian were resting. The magic cloud has completely cremated Zhao Xing's body.

"Okay, I'll get rid of Zhao Xing's clothes and go out to stabilize them, lest they become suspicious when they see Zhao Xing not coming out for a long time."

Mo Yun carefully put on makeup in front of the mirror, and immediately, Mo Yun turned into another person, even Wu Zetian's icy and pretty face showed a look of amazement.

"Your makeup skills are many times better than that girl in my palace, Wan'er."

Mo Yun's heart moved, and the Wan'er in Wu Zetian's mouth should be the famous Shangguan Wan'er in the Tang Dynasty.

"Okay, I'll go out and have a look. You stay in the room and go to the door where you don't want to leave the room."

Without explaining anything, Mo Yun said casually, stood up, opened the door and walked out.

The magic cloud swayed by the bright sunshine at noon was a bit dazzling. The magic cloud closed the door, looked at the familiar scenery, and walked towards the kitchen with the tray in hand.

"Zhao Xing, what are you doing? There is an emergency gathering."

Just when Mo Yun walked to the door of the kitchen, a teenager patted Mo Yun on the shoulder.

Mo Yun turned his head, and suddenly a familiar face was introduced into Mo Yun's eyes.

Zhao soul.

One of Moyun's original good brothers was also the culprit in spreading the identity of Moyun and Demon Race.

"What emergency assembly? Why didn't I know?"

The magic cloud suppressed his surging anger and said in a low voice.

Zhao Hun heard Mo Yun's hoarse voice and didn't think much about it, just pretending that Mo Yun had caught a cold.

"Zhao Tianjie summoned all the members of our Zhao family to gather at the playground. Zhao Tianjie is not the patriarch yet, but he will definitely become the patriarch in three months.

Now that we offend Zhao Tianji, we must be unable to do anything in the Zhao family. "

"Zhao Tianlevel?"

Mo Yun's heart jumped suddenly, and a bad feeling came to him. Just as he was about to turn around and go back, Zhao Hun grabbed his arm.

"What are you doing? The old patriarch passed away, and the new patriarch is about to take office. This is our best opportunity. We must seize it."

Zhao Hun said, and put the tray mentioned by the magic cloud on the ground.

"We'll pack up later, let's gather first."

Zhao Hun said, and in a hurry, he pulled the magic cloud and ran to the playground in the center.

On the playground, Zhao Tianjie put his hands behind his back, his eyes swept over the many disciples of the Zhao family standing below, and said in a deep voice.

"Everyone must have heard that yesterday, a death row inmate killed a Holy Knight and then escaped."

Hearing Zhao Tianjie's words, the people below immediately started talking.

"It is said that the death row prisoner seems to be a disciple of our Zhao family. It's called Mo Yunlai."

"I still have some impressions of this Demon Cloud. In fact, it is a handyman disciple of the Zhao family, but I never imagined that this handyman disciple would have such a powerful subordinate."

"And I heard that this subordinate is not only powerful, but also very beautiful."

Everyone was talking, and there was admiration, shock, and disdain between the words.