The Law of Transmigration: The Black-Hearted God’s Domineering Love

Mo Shang thought for a moment and his eyes dimmed a little.

He could indeed kill everyone who opposed them, including those with ulterior motives in the little guy's clan, but he could not attack his parents alone. Otherwise, with his character, even if they were just his parents on the mission, he would not be able to kill them. You will never forgive yourself.

"Don't worry, I will make them agree." Mo Shang looked at Luo Qifeng with burning eyes. The firmness and affection in his eyes made her heart skip two beats suddenly, and then it started beating like a deer.

Luo Qifeng hurriedly turned his head, no longer paying attention to him, and looked at the three people who were walking over cautiously like ducks.

I thought their appearance was so funny that I couldn't help but raise the corners of my mouth and hurriedly covered it with my hands.

Behind them was an antique sandalwood door. Luo Qifeng reached out and knocked on it to make sure what was behind it, but Mo Shang walked over and pushed the door open.

It was golden inside, and the floor was full of funerary objects. Han Yichen was very happy, and rushed forward to pick a few items, but every time he picked something, he always found a better one waiting for him.

After Luo Qifeng touched two of them, he regained his composure.

She stood up and stepped aside, frowning tightly as she looked at the three people who had been picking among the burial pile for nearly ten minutes.

"Enough!" she growled.

But the three people seemed to be going crazy. They didn't hear Luo Qifeng's words at all. They laughed and kept picking through the pile of funerary objects.

Luo Qifeng still wanted to speak, but Mo Shang stepped forward and kicked each of those people. Although the force was not strong, it made those people feel a painful sting.

"What are you doing! Who kicked me!" Yang Liang cursed angrily while lying on the funeral pile.

"If you want to alarm the underworld butterflies outside, just keep shouting!" Luo Qifeng felt more and more that they were dragging down their hands and feet, and they were attacked without any precautions. "I have been watching you here for more than ten minutes. You You haven’t picked it yet. How long do you plan to pick it for? How long do you plan to pick it for a lifetime? Or do you want to touch all the funerary objects here?"

Han Yichen had an unhappy expression just now and was stunned for a moment.

"Damn it! We've been hit!" He cursed through gritted teeth.

"Hit?! What trick?!" Liang Qi touched the large dong bead with one hand and the mutton-fat white jade with the other, obviously still a little absent-minded.

"Just stay here with your treasure for the rest of your life." Luo Qifeng ignored them and walked back behind the pile of funerary objects.

Although the room is very large, nearly 300 square meters, it can still be reached in two steps.

Several colorful curtains were revealed behind the piles of funerary objects, each with the characters "生, Shang, Xiu, Du, Jing, Death, Jing, Kai" written in traditional Chinese.

Is this Zhuge Liang’s Eight Formation Diagram? !

"Which one of you can break this?" Luo Qifeng looked helplessly at the few people following him.

The original owner of this body had only scratched the surface of Feng Shui skills, and knew nothing about the Five Elements and Bagua.

Yang Liang and Liang Qi looked around, but nothing happened. There was no warning in the main hall, except for the piles of gold, silver and jade, which looked like Pandora's box and waved to them.

Shaking their heads vigorously to get rid of the somewhat chaotic feeling in their heads, they apologized and spread their hands towards Luo Qifeng.