Tiangong Creation Beast

Chapter 180 Hi, Youmo

The body of Youmo is a mist with no size or specific shape. The dark gray mist also has a sinister and sinister character.

In the Tiangong clan thousands of years ago, Youmo was a creature that many beast creators were unwilling to provoke.

It can be said that among the Tiangong clan at that time, there were very few people who were not afraid of the creation beast Youmo in Qingmo's hands.

When Youmo faced the bloodline of the Tiangong clan thousands of years ago, he was always indifferent and inhumane, let alone the current beast creators who did not look like the Tiangong clan at all.

He felt bored when he saw these people. There was so much garbage anyway, it wouldn't be a big problem if a few died.

Therefore, Youmo always kills more and lets less of the beast creators who enter his realm.

Today, he originally wanted to directly deal with the beast creator who entered his realm, but he suddenly felt a familiar smell.

The beast creator who broke in had the smell of swallowing the sun.

No, it should be said that the swallowing of the sun is within the person.

Tunri relied on a small beast creator, which rarely made Youmo feel a little interested.

He stretched out a finger from the fog, followed by a pale and delicate hand.

Youmo's whole body was glowing with an abnormal white color, and he had the kind of appearance that would make people feel uncomfortable at first sight.

Coupled with the sinister and indifferent curvature of this man's mouth and his eyes that looked like a dead man, it is no wonder that thousands of years ago, Youmo was also a creature that everyone feared.

Youmo stretched out his pale and sickly fingers and lightly traced them through the sea of ​​mist. The figure of the beast creator who broke into the land of Youmo appeared in front of him.

Looking at the familiar smart and cunning face in the picture, Youmo's pupils narrowed slightly.

Young patriarch?!

His fingers shrank, Youmo stood there, not moving.

His sinister and cold eyes were fixed on the girl walking forward step by step on the screen. Even if he knew that the person was walking towards him, he did not react at all.

He didn't leave, didn't stop him, and didn't come forward to meet him.

You Mo just stood there, just standing without any action.

Tian Qing walked over step by step, and she could feel where You Mo was. This was the tacit understanding between them.

The sea of ​​fog could not confuse her direction, and with her breath, she could keenly find the desert.

The familiar bright eyes and white teeth, the familiar sky-blue eyes with agility and activity, as the person got closer and closer, Youmo finally raised his head.

"Hi, Youmo."

The familiar slightly raised tone made Youmo twitch the corner of his mouth, raise his lips stiffly, and then quickly let go.

The deserted voice had a hint of erraticness, but also held a hint of sinister ruthlessness.

In his body, he could not feel the emotions he should have when seeing the young leader of the Tiangong clan.

He didn't have Cang Qing's gentle doting when facing Tian Qing, nor did he have Chi Yao's warm welcome, nor was he as excited as Yan Ri.

Youmo's mood is cold, and his body is a mist. He has no such thing as a heart, let alone the sound of a beating heart.

He just raised his eyes lightly, and the strange voice sounded in the sea of ​​fog, drifted out, but did not drift away: "Tian Qing, what are you doing here?"

"Reminiscing about old times, we haven't seen each other for ten thousand years. Don't you miss me in Youmo?" Tian Qing's lips revealed a slight twitch, "I miss you very much. I still remember that ten thousand years ago, we broke into Priest Liu's room together.

,Then……"

Some words don’t need to be pointed out too clearly, and some profoundly impactful things are still fresh in people’s memories even after thousands of years.

You Mo's sinister expression changed slightly. He looked at Tian Qing and finally frowned: "I'm not interested in playing with you."

"I didn't come here to play with you." Tian Qing spread her hands. She is one of the few people who doesn't feel scared when facing the desert, and she is also a rare bright spot in the monotonous life of the desert.

color.

This young patriarch of the Tiangong clan relied on Qing Mo's love for her thousands of years ago and harassed every leader beast in Qing Mo's hands.

Naturally, this includes the eccentric You Mo in front of him.

(End of chapter)