Before Mu Ziling regained her strength, another voice surged into her calm and unwavering spiritual consciousness like a raging wave without warning.
"Sister, are you looking at me?"
It was still Yue Linglong who spoke, silently, but with a real voice, buzzing in Mu Ziling's ears.
In addition to Yue Linglong's own delicate and soft tone, this voice was also mixed with an immature child's voice like a silver bell.
Menacing, irresistible.
"Sister, something is tripping me up, just wait a little longer, soon, soon I will come out."
"When I come out, my sister will play with me."
"Play with me, play with me..."
Every single word, every sentence is like a boulder suddenly rising from the deep sea, creating waves in Mu Ziling's spiritual world.
"Pfft—" A stream of blood gushed out of Mu Ziling's mouth without warning.
Long Xiaoyu immediately embraced the sweetheart in his arms, and immediately waved a sharp palm: "Get out!!"
Shuo Feng hunted the cold sand, majestic and murderous.
Yue Linglong, who was still moving her lips silently, was instantly blinded by this overwhelming palm wind that shot at her, and silenced her voice.
What was absolutely unexpected was that after receiving such a powerful palm, Yue Linglong was still frozen in place, motionless.
On the contrary, those big men present, who looked like paper, were caught off guard again, and under the influence of Long Xiaoyu's palm wind, they flew backwards one after another.
On the stone gate billowing with black smoke, the last palm print was stained red with blood.
The gates of hell opened.
It presents a scene of gurgling and flowing black water curtains, the phenomenon of water flow, which can be worn at will.
The figures of Long Xiaoyu and Mu Ziling disappeared into the black curtain in an instant...
After a while—
Chu Yao got up from the ground in disgrace, wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, and was still in shock: "What's going on? Is King Qi crazy?"
The scene just happened too fast and suddenly, they didn't see what was going on, and they suffered this indiscriminate disaster.
Yu Wenhao spat out a mouthful of blood, and looked at Yue Linglong who was standing still like Mount Tai with serious eyes: "What did you just do?!"
Yue Linglong's blinded eyes were tightly closed, and there were two lines of green blood and tears on her face. The corners of her mouth were still twitching into a tricky smile: "It's just a blow to that little bitch."
"Why?" She slowly opened her eyes, and her blind pupils were green and bright: "Brother Hao saw it, shouldn't he be as happy as Long'er?"
Yu Wenhao was immediately stopped by the question, and he didn't bother to look at her weird and frightening face.
That's right, he should be happy, happy that that stinky girl has finally been dealt with.
should be happy...
Yu Wenhao's gaze drifted involuntarily to the ground not far away.
There was a puddle of blood, just now that stinky girl vomited, it looks like she must have suffered a lot.
Therefore, he should be happy at this moment, so happy that he started to get a little annoyed again.
Ouyang Feiyu swallowed the fishy sweetness in his mouth, narrowed his eyes, and looked at Yue Linglong.
A pair of strange green pupils seemed to be hollow and out of focus, but they seemed to be able to break one's mind with a single glance.
Is this woman bewitched? Or obsessed
Ouyang Feiyu was stunned and looked cold.
His intuition told him that the woman Yue Linglong was dangerous to the little fox, and his intuition also told him that with the pervert Long Xiaoyu on this trip, he might return empty-handed again.
Returning empty-handed is returning empty-handed, but the safety of the little fox made him reluctant to return.
Alas, the little fox has abused him thousands of times, yet he still treats the little fox like first love.
A self-deprecating and wry smile crossed Ouyang Feiyu's heart, and he turned to Yu Wenhao with a clear attitude: "Palace Master Yuwen, I'm only here for the soul of Yao, if you have other purposes of hatred, then let's face each other on this road. Go aside, I'm sorry I won't accompany you."
Yu Wenhao stared at the glaring pool of blood on the ground, inexplicably irritated: "As you like."
After hearing this, Chu Yao was not happy: "Brother Ouyang, you said this because of that girl named Mu?" He laughed and said, "I said why bother? The husband and wife love each other deeply, anyway, you I can't get in, so why bother to lick someone's face?"
"Besides, it's at this critical point that you say you want to break up the gang. This is not what a man does, nor is it a wise move. Listen to the next sentence. When we seize the soul of Yao together and sit on the world together, what kind of woman do you want? No?"
Ouyang Feiyu was poked in his mind, instead of being angry, he put on a broken posture: "I don't bother to lick my face, can I be a bitch?"
As soon as the voice fell, the others disappeared into the black curtain.
Chu Yao gritted his teeth and spat, then turned to Yu Wenhao: "Brother Yu Wen, you just saw that the move of praying for the king has the potential to destroy the world, we still have two less people, can we fight? "
He really didn't want to spoil his prestige by making others angry, but he had to tell the cruel truth.
How could Yu Wenhao not know what Chu Yao was worried about
At this moment, he was also struggling and hesitating in his heart, whether he should enter this dark curtain or not.
A Pluto is already difficult enough to deal with, and now there is another Long Xiaoyu who can sweep them all away with just one move, this Luminous Soul is probably destined to die, but his life is also lost.
However, before Yu Wenhao weighed the result, Yue Linglong made the choice for him.
I saw her walking into the black curtain silently, holding her belly.
"This..." Chu Yao hesitated when he saw this.
"We have this woman as our trump card, what are we afraid of?" Yu Wenhao left this comforting words, almost did not think any more, and followed into hell.
Chu Yao was stunned for a while, thinking about it.
Sister Long is their trump card, so why be afraid
"Let's go, Lord Ao." Chu Yao greeted the two masters and servants, who were like invisible people from the beginning to the end, and went in.
Sui Xiaoba pushed the wheelchair and was about to walk towards the black curtain.
Ao Lingyun made a sound, telling him to turn around: "Xiao Ba, turn around."
"Back?" Xiao Ba stopped, and said worriedly: "Lord, we failed to complete the two tasks assigned by that person. If we just go back like this, I'm afraid that person will not let it go."
Ao Lingyun's tone was calm and calm, but there was a hint of self-mockery between the lines: "It was wrong, it was wrong from the very beginning, then King Qi is not someone we can provoke. Can't sit still for long."
Xiaoba understood: "The landlord means that the King of Prayer will be..."
"It doesn't matter who it is." Ao Lingyun's voice was distant, as if he was relieved and saw through: "Let's stop here. The disputes in the world have nothing to do with us, and I have no intention of participating in it anymore."
"Now that the Nanfeng Kingdom is gone, the old hatred should have flowed away with it. This trip should be an eye-opener. I have learned my lesson. Go back, go back to farming and hoeing, and don't care about world affairs."
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(end of this chapter)