The orc roared in pain, and Mo Junxie stood up on his toes. His figure jumped lightly, passing over people's heads as lightly as the breeze, and landed among the Bagua pictures.

My feet were like shadows, and I walked on my toes without touching the dense red ropes scattered all over the ground.

As he approached the orc, his hand suddenly took out a white porcelain bottle from his pocket.

The other hand held the lotus finger, and the shining unknown object on the fingertip hit the orc's heart fiercely in the next moment.

Mo Junxie shouted coldly: "Take it."

A ball of black gas flew out of the orc's body, and a strong wind blew up from the mouth of the white bottle at that moment, collecting the black gas into the bottle.

The orc corpse, which had no soul to support it, suddenly fell back heavily. The corpse began to rot. In the blink of an eye, the orc corpse turned into gray smoke.

When the one hundred descendants of the Ye family saw this, they all let out a sigh of relief and cheered: "The mission has finally been completed."

Mo Junxie closed the bottle cap and said casually: "It's still early to complete the mission!"

"What?" someone exclaimed.

Everyone immediately asked.

But Mo Junxie didn't tell them much, he only said: "It only contains the souls of orcs."

As for being controlled by the thousand-year-old demon, he did not explain it clearly, nor did he want to explain too much to them.

Because they didn't understand, he didn't bother to explain.

"Put away the red rope." He turned around, glanced around, and settled on Ye Mulian, who had fainted.

Turning around, he turned Ye Mulian's body over, pulled out the red rope from under her body, and said calmly.

Everyone was very happy to do things for him.

In this mission, although the real behind-the-scenes instigator was not captured, a tenth-level orc was defeated.

Moreover, they were left safe and sound, and a hundred people were not killed or injured.

This made them believe in Mo Junxie and Ye Zhikuang's abilities even more.

At this time, Ye Zhikuang walked slowly from a distance, and Ye Liancheng followed behind her.

Mo Junxie turned around, his eyes first fell on Ye Zhikuang, then passed Ye Zhikuang's shoulders and locked onto Ye Liancheng's eyes that were staring at Ye Zhikuang.

Therefore, his eyes suddenly turned cold, his eyebrows raised, and he walked towards Ye Zhikuang.

Ye Zhikuang tilted his head, looked behind Mo Junxie, and asked, "That's it."

"Yeah." He raised his hand and smoothed her slightly messy hair, and his cold face softened.

His eyes glanced at Ye Liancheng intentionally or unintentionally, but they were filled with contempt.

Ye Liancheng's mood of appreciating beauties became unpleasant.

He also stared straight at Mo Junxie.

But the strong aura emanating from Mo Junxie made him breathless.

But men have very strong self-esteem, and even if the opposite sex in front of them is stronger than themselves, they still refuse to lower themselves.

"Hey, where is my cousin?"

Ye Zhikuang scanned the crowd several times, but didn't see Bai Chenxiao, so he asked in confusion.

Mo Junxie smiled faintly and pointed at the top of her head.

She raised her head in the direction he pointed.

Then he saw a handsome man wearing light purple clothes standing on a tall and straight tree.

He crossed his arms and stared helplessly at the people below.

Then, a light breeze spread around his feet, and the whirlwind lifted his body up.
Chapter completed!