Demon Ling Liuhe

The man is sitting in a luxurious four-wheeled vehicle, wearing a suit and leather shoes. At a glance, people know that his outfit is more valuable than clothes made of RMB. The man held a cigarette, put his hand on the car window contemptuously, flicked the cigarette ashes gracefully, looked down at Lin Mo, who was dressed in ordinary clothes, and said in a disdainful tone: "On your terms, why do you want to steal a woman from me?" Lin Mo chuckled and looked at the man indifferently. The Xuanwu ring flowed like mercury from the middle finger of the left hand and instantly covered the entire arm, forming a small shield at the crook of the arm. It was thin but felt extremely thick. There was a numbness on both shoulders, and in an instant, two huge fiery red wings spread out, carrying incomparable heat. Lin Mo flapped his wings gently and flew in the air, looking at the man in the cage. A bow and arrow in his right hand pointed at him in the distance, with a hint of purity in the coldness. Lin Mo smiled proudly, looking at the man as if he was looking at a bed bug that was about to be killed by a fly swatter. "Why should I feel inferior!" —————— This book refuses to be funny throughout, rejects childish writing, and rejects empty writing. Support pranks, support pretending to be 13, and support reality.