Fantasy: Start a Secret Pavilion

"No, I don't know, sir, what do you want from me?"

Mo Yu said with a hint of fear in his tone.

Mo Batian and others are all old monsters who have lived for nearly a thousand years, and their state of mind has long reached a state where they can cope with extreme fear.

But Mo Yu is different. He is only eighteen years old this year. He has only been practicing for less than a year. He is inferior to Mo Batian and others in all aspects. Facing such a powerful and terrifying guy, Mo Batian is naturally impossible.

Such determination as others.

Emperor Hantian glanced at Moyu coldly, frowned, and showed a trace of anger in his eyes.

When Mo Batian saw this, he gritted his teeth and immediately stood up from the ground. He kicked Mo Yu's knees from behind and knocked him down.

"Trash! Can't you speak clearly to an adult? Next time you do this, I will cut off your tongue!"

After scolding him, he knelt down again with a "pop" sound and began to kowtow vigorously to Emperor Han Tian, ​​while kowtowing and talking at the same time.

"Sir, it was my fault in teaching that made this child unhappy. I deserve death! I deserve death!"

Mo Batian used all his strength without kowtowing once. After several times, his forehead was already broken and he could even open a computer skull.

While Mo Yu on the side looked at this scene, he felt that the fear in his heart had condensed to a point, and tears seemed to burst out, but he suddenly pressed his lower lip with his teeth, forcing the tears back, and a trace of blood appeared.

Then it also flowed down the lips.

He clearly remembered what Mo Batian once said to him. People who shed tears faster will die faster. Exposing one's fear in front of others is tantamount to suicide.

Mo Batian kowtowed to Emperor Han Tian for more than twenty times. Although the number seemed small, every kowtow was done with all his strength. The power was almost the same as a blow from a powerful person.

So in just over twenty times, Mo Batian's forehead bones were completely shattered, his eyelids had collapsed, covering his eyes, and some broken bones had even flown out.

"Okay, back off, dead people are of no use to me."

Emperor Han Tian said, but his eyes never fell on Mo Batian. That proud and clear mark was in Mo Yu's eyes.

But when he heard this, he immediately smiled and crawled back on his knees.

At this time, Emperor Han Tian turned his attention to Mo Yu again.

Although there was still a lingering fear of Emperor Han Tian in Mo Yu's heart, it was obviously no longer expressed as it was at the beginning, and he remained as calm as possible.

If his body was shaking, he would clench his fists and let his nails dig into the flesh of his palms. If his heart was filled with fear, he would bite his lips and force himself to calm down.

Seeing this scene, Emperor Han Tian also had a rare smile on his face, and raised his hand to touch Mo Yu's head.

"He is a malleable talent."

Then, Emperor Hantian waved his hand, and a drop of red, gem-like blood appeared in his hand.

When the people kneeling on the ground saw the drop of blood, they immediately showed expressions of shock and envy.

That was a drop of Blood Demon's essence and blood. Mo Batian and others had only seen this kind of thing in legends. In reality, it was the first time. Oh no, it was the second time to be honest.

Saw this for the first time.

But the difference is not big, because the first time, I also saw it in the hands of Emperor Han Tian.