Nalan Yurong groaned in pain and quickly used her spiritual power to heal her wounds, but she didn't expect that the spiritual power only stopped the bleeding and had no effect on healing the wounds.
In this horrible state now, how could she go to see her mighty and handsome father
Nalan Yurong looked at the Rabbit and the Pig, wanting them to heal her wounds.
When she turned around, she saw Haizhu laughing and pointing at the wound on her face with a mocking look on his face, "Oh, this reminds me of when you were just brought back by Maotu and caught in bed and beaten up. It's so funny, hahaha..."
The rabbit couldn't help but smile adorably.
Nalan Yurong covered her face with gritted teeth and ran away crying.
She swore that when she gained power in the future, she would make these slaves suffer a fate worse than death!
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In the Forest of Beasts, Xi Yue brought An Lingyan and the others to a safer place. After they had rested for a while, they set off for Tianluo City.
However, just as they walked out of the Forest of Beasts, they saw several people flying towards them at high speed on lights.
As they flew, a young man shouted, "You bold and shameless lunatic, let Yan'er go! Otherwise, don't blame me for chopping off your dirty hand!"
At this time, only Xi Yue and An Lingyan were walking together. Because they were so close, it seemed as if Xi Yue was hugging An Lingyan.
Amber walked slowly at the back because her bone injury had not fully healed.
So the man rushed towards Xi Yue with great momentum.
However, before they could get close, countless red energy lines instantly enveloped the young men.
In an instant, the red energy lines tightened, tightly binding the young man who was originally flying in the air.
The escaping light disappeared, and the young man let out a scream and fell to the ground.
"Young Master!" Several people following behind him came up in panic.
An Lingyan also screamed, "Master Xi, please show mercy, he is my brother, please don't kill him!"
The person who made the move was unknown, but he seemed not to have heard An Lingyan's voice at all.
The red thread radiated from between the index fingers of his right hand.
The boy's fingers are slender, shiny, with distinct knuckles, like transparent white jade.
At this moment, the index finger was shaking gently, like a child playing, looking leisurely and contented.
But the young man over there was in a miserable state. As the unknown hand shook, the red energy threads on his body tightened little by little, and soon cut bloody marks on the surface of his skin, causing him to scream in pain.
The sturdy man beside the young man was anxious, and said with his big feet: "You little bastard, let go of our young master and young lady, or I will make you pay."
This was a man at the peak of the Nascent Soul stage. When he spoke angrily, lightning flashed on his body. It was obvious that he was practicing a very powerful lightning spell.
Weizhi glanced at him casually, said "oh" softly, and then slowly stretched out the other four fingers that were originally bent.
The slender fingers moved gently as if plucking the strings of a guitar, and several red lights shot out from the smooth and clean fingertips again.
The next moment, everyone including the strong man was tied up with red silk thread.
"Ahh—" shrill cries of pain rang out one after another, and the grass below was soon stained red with blood.
An Lingyan was so anxious that she almost cried, "Young Master Xi, don't kill them, they are really from my An Ling family. This is all a misunderstanding!" (To be continued)