Rescue the Paranoid Villain Boss

Holding a three-foot green front with ice and snow in his eyes, he stood alone at the gate of the hall, hunting and hunting in the long wind. The demons behind him were killed crookedly, and their calves trembling stood far away.

He stared at him, but he didn't dare to come closer.

Although the demon clan's top combat power is not all gathered together, the medical immortal can break free from the black iron cage and run out, it is unavoidable to be shocked.

Behind her is the continuous wind and snow, her expression is cold and awkward, it seems that there is nothing in the world that can make her eye-catching, just follow--

It’s the same as before.

However, the voice was extremely gentle, and the corners of his mouth were icy and cold: "A Luo, I heard that you are looking for a Taoist companion?"

Shao Luo was stunned for a moment, frowned and cursed a word of waste, and then waved to make everyone roll away. Only then did they look down at her, and a smile appeared on her mouth, but the smile was cold, as if appreciating her pain flashed through. sharp.

"So what?"

Yixian's body trembled slightly, and he let out a very lowly depressed cough. His pale fingers wiped the blade, and the blade was sharp, but after a little tremor, his hand was cut by the blade, and a drop of blood followed. Qiu Shui's sword fell, and the silver snow under his feet was dyed red.

Shao Luo jumped inexplicably, and didn't dare to look again, but his voice was still cold: "Even if the deity wants to choose a Taoist companion, what is it to do with you?"

The medical immortal was silent for a moment, and these words hurt people, like a knife bluntly cut along her neck little by little, and blood dripped in the silent place in an instant.

She walked towards the Demon Venerable step by step, still holding the sword in her hand, but with a silent sigh in her eyes, her hand was still trembling slightly when she finally took the sword and walked onto the high platform.

Very tolerant and helplessly called her name: "A Luo..."

Stop making trouble, I can't stand you making trouble like this.

The Demon Lord looked at her mockingly, at her sword-raising hand, the medical immortal's wonderful hand rejuvenated, there are always people willing to be a horse and a horse, and it is almost rare to see her holding a blade.

She held a sword with a very beautiful attitude. The sword was thin and sharp, and it moved like a fright. She was not merciful at all, and the sword was sharp, even if it was killing people and killing people.

The last time I saw her using a knife was on the wedding night, she used a short blade to gouge out her heart, and when she started, she still stuck to her ear to deceive her. In such a gentle and helpless tone, she called her, Ah fall.

Mozun raised his head, blinked, smiled suddenly, and tilted his head again, staring at her for an instant, "What? You want to kill me again?"

Yixian suddenly tightened the sword in her hand, her arrogance was extremely strong, as if trying to suppress her anger, she opened her eyes after a while, and her voice had calmed down again.

"No, A Luo, I won't hurt you again." As promised, she suddenly turned and walked towards the depths of the snow, walking hurriedly and firmly, and her voice fell into the snow, leaving only Qin Leng. Echo.

"I will kill them!"

Shao Luo didn't react for a moment, and when he saw clearly where Shi Qingyue was going, his eyes suddenly condensed.

That is--

Yan Mo Palace is destined not to be peaceful this night.

Mozun has long had a history of loving women. He recommended himself to be mixed with women sent by others in the corner of Yan Mo Palace, and there are countless male monks who consciously can embrace beautiful women are also willing to come to the muddy water.

In the middle of the night when he was practicing, he was forced to wake up from the cleansing. The white clothes and black hair, the corners of the skirt were stained with blood, and he held a three-foot green front, opened the door with a sword, and the heavy snow surged along the broken door.

Before reacting, the sword light had already turned into tens of thousands of phantoms.

"What's wrong?"

"This is the insidious idea of ​​the demons? Will we gather in one place to kill?"

"who are you?"

Suddenly, the entire Yan Mo Palace was in riots, and the position of the demons in the Three Realms was already sensitive. At this moment, it is inevitable that life would be suspicious of premeditated.

"Mozun shakes down, don't you plan to give an explanation?!"

A sharp-eyed person saw the woman with black hair and black hair in the air not far away, and suddenly became furious and shouted angrily.

Shaking down and standing with his hands, condescendingly looked down at the chaos here, and finally only said coldly: "The deity, as long as the strongest."

As soon as this word came out, everyone was shaken.

The Demon Sovereign failed to choose the Dual Cultivator. Naturally, it is impossible to choose any weak hands, and the whole Demon Race can be considered as mastering. Since they have the courage to come here, they naturally made perfect preparations.

And the premise is naturally--

Everyone's eyes were focused on the white-clothed woman in the middle of the courtyard. Cannibalism is something that should be considered later. What should be considered now is how to pull down the strongest one first.

Mozun always stayed in the distance and mid-air, watching the play as if watching the ants desperately struggling, his expression was not sad or happy, as if nothing in this world could affect her heart.

This battle was undoubtedly tragic, blood spattered crazily, and the world was caught in a frenzy of spiritual power. Anyone who was consciously invincible could leave the field on their own. The demons did not stop them, but there were more desperadoes. In a desperate fight.

From midnight to dawn, the white snow on the ground dropped one layer after another. After the blood was covered, it was scattered again and covered again. There were countless people who retreated, and only dozens of people were left in the end.

Shi Qingyue is still in it.

The white clothes that were not stained with dust had been dyed red by blood, the sword was blunt, the blood gurgled through several gaps on his body, and his clothes were ripped apart by spirits, and he could even see the flesh and bones rolled inside.

-Fight to the last person.

The swaying look was joking at first. Shi Qingyue is just a grass, a grass that is worrying about self-protection ability except medical skills. She had to guard the grass day and night for a while, she didn’t expect to leave it for a while. It turned out that Shi Qingyue had such a strong time.

Her cultivation is not as good as her own, and not much worse than Phoenix.

Haruka Vanilla itself is not suitable for cultivation, she can overcome the inherent disadvantages to such a point.

Shaking down his eyes, there was a trace of darkness, but it was a bitter thought. Sure enough, I was lying to myself when I was weak and unable to take care of myself!

Shi Qingyue’s face was full of blood, and she dared not wipe it when the blood dries. Between life and death, she dared not take it lightly. The blood was blown dry on her face. Her legs were heavy and her hands were cold. It is almost impossible to perceive the existence of the sword.

He is getting weaker and weaker, even if he mobilizes all the spiritual power he has cultivated for several years and all the treasures he has collected, he is still uncontrollably declining.

But fortunately, at least, she didn't lose—

The chapped fingers trembled and clenched the long sword. She wanted to barely stand up, her eyes were full of blood, and the system suddenly screamed, "Be careful, host! Behind you!"

In a dark place that no one knew, a snow wolf demon who had been wounded lying in the snow pulled out a wolf tooth, and quickly attacked with poison.

Shi Qingyue immediately wanted to hold the sword and turn around to block it, but his hand couldn't keep up with his thoughts. It was too tired and too heavy, and the light Qiushui long sword weighed as much as a thousand jin. It was too late when she turned around.

Langya didn't break into her body after all, and the dark and rich devilish energy engulfed Langfang, but it was broken into powder in a moment, and the wolf demon opened his eyes in amazement, but his eyes were completely defeated and lost vitality.

When the long sword slowly turned around and stabbed, the eyes of Mozun suddenly became cold, but with a little effort, the sword broke into fragments and fell into the hands of the doctor immortal. Without the support of the sword, Qingyue could no longer support it.

——Finally fell into the arms of Demon Lord.

Shao Luo's face was extremely bad, she had almost never seen the miserable appearance of Shi Qingyue, such a person who did not want to smell even a little blood, at this moment, she was full of blood, and the wound on her back was barely bone.

A wordless anger invaded the whole body of the demon, but the whole world in a wave of his hand was blasted into blood.

"do not……"

"Don't what?" The devil smirked with anger, "What? Even today, I still care about the deity's affairs?"

The man seemed to have only one last breath left, and he was so angry in her ears, for fear that she would forget: "Don't... forget to promise, promise me..."

Shao Luo's mind seemed to have a string breaking at the sound. Seeing her so miserable appearance, the nameless flame was irritating: "What did the deity promised?"

Shi Qingyue obviously couldn't hold it anymore. He was shaking all over, and he could only send out a byte: "You..."

The tears flowed silently, soaking the mysterious clothes in front of the devil's body.

It's like accusing her, how can you turn back.

Shao said that she knew her too well. She just opened her mouth to know what she was going to say. She hugged the person in her arms and hurried to the depths of Yan Mo Palace. "

Learn from you with ulterior motives, backtracking, torture and murder.

She concealed the person in her arms and lifted her robe by the edge of Yuli Spring. Shi Qingyue had fallen into a coma, suffering from injuries and tears on her face.

At that moment, she couldn't hate in her heart, hate had no direction, so all flocked to this cruel woman.

I hate her for being so desperate, do you want to die a hundred, knowing that even if she loses, this position can only be hers.

She Shi Qingyue, just grasped her!

Thinking of this, Mo Zun suddenly resented, and slammed his fist against the edge of Yuli Spring. The ancient immortal stone shattered inch by inch, but the person was in her arms and never hurt.

Shaking down and inhaling very slowly, the tingling in his heart became more and more obvious, and the face of a tough person like her was pale.

The Demon Venerable had something wrong in his practice and wanted to find a solution, but in fact, it was not groundless.

During this period of time, her strength has indeed been faintly unstable.

When Shi Qingyue woke up, she was shaking her arms. The Mozun who did not understand poems and Liyi pretended to look at a book of her own, and she didn’t understand what Mingmedia was marrying her, and her brows were straight. wrinkle.

Shi Qingyue could feel a steady flow of spiritual power injected from behind her waist, Mozun looked at those things impatiently with one hand, but held her waist tightly with the other.

"That's Hepu wine." A slender, pale finger lightly nodded.

It seemed that she had not expected that she would wake up so soon, the devilish energy in Demon Venerable's hand was shaken, and the book turned into smoke.

"Do you think you are worthy of these?" Demon Venerable sneered in her ears badly.

There was also some irritation that was pierced by discovery on the spot.

Back then, she really didn’t want to wrong her sweetheart, she wanted to give her the best of everything. Heyan wine exchanged a thousand-year-old snow ginseng with the old monkey demon monkey wine. The customs of the world and the customs of the fairy world were considered one by one, but now it is different. .

"This is for you."

Her voice was cold, and a marriage contract slowly appeared in her palm.

Shi Qingyi's heart shrank, and the fingers on the table trembled unconsciously, his voice seemed to be forced out of his throat.

"...Nuqi."