After he finished speaking, he suddenly turned his head and looked in one direction. There was an inexplicable color in his purple eyes. His figure was illusory, turning into countless Morpho butterflies, flying and disappearing.
The bloodthirsty demonic vine that was entangled with the Nine Nether Purple Poisonous Weed also regained its freedom. Just as Yun Qingyan was about to call back the bloodthirsty demonic vine, his sight suddenly caught sight of the purple butterfly that carried a drop of her blood with its mouthparts. Not dead yet!
"Bloodthirsty, go!" A worry suddenly rose in Yun Qingyan's heart. She quickly called out the bloodthirsty magic vine and hit the purple butterfly!
"Wow!" The flying Nine Nether Purple Poison Grass gathered together, forming a barrier to block the bloodthirsty demonic vine.
The purple butterfly carrying a drop of her blood instantly disappeared into the large group of purple morpho butterflies.
Jiang Wuya's evil and low voice came from the sky, "Little kitten, this palace will accept this drop of your blood!"
Waves of low laughter came from the sky, "In the future, I will come to you often to play!
See you later~"
"Wow!" A white force slashed towards the purple butterfly flying in the air!
The purple light and shadow in the sky suddenly flashed, and disappeared instantly before the white energy arrived!
There was still blood dripping from the hanging fingertips. Yun Qingyan looked at the sky. Under the dark night sky, there was nowhere to see the purple butterfly shining before.
The poisonous weeds, purple butterflies, and strange mandala all disappeared. If it weren't for the deep knife mark on the ground, the rolled turf, and the bursts of pain coming from his hands, Yun Qingyan would have thought that the previous battle was just hers. A dream.
But... Jiang Wuya, why did he leave suddenly
Yun Qingyan narrowed her eyes slightly, doubts rising in her heart.
Judging from the state he was in when he left, he should still have some energy left, but at this moment, he seemed to be running away in a panic.
Yes... embarrassed.
Although he seemed very calm and elegant when he left, Yun Qingyan still felt a hint of embarrassment, as if he was afraid of something.
This time Fangjiang Wuya left... I don't know how troublesome he will be the next time I meet him.
Yun Qingyan frowned tightly.
Jiang Wuya's practice of using Yuan Zhe's flesh and blood as nourishment to increase his strength is really weird.
Thinking of his charming purple eyes and iron claw-like hands, Yun Qingyan felt even more worried.
She is now almost 100% sure that Jiang Wuya... is definitely not a human being.
So what is he...
"Squeak!" A small rustling sound attracted Yun Qingyan's attention.
Yun Qingyan turned around and saw that it was the bloodthirsty demonic vine that she sent to intercept Zidie but failed.
Tender vines climbed up to her cautiously, like a child who had done something wrong and wanted to get close to his elders but did not dare to.
Seeing the originally cruel, ferocious and frightening bloodthirsty demon vine looking so cautious, Yun Qingyan couldn't help but chuckle, and the tension in her heart suddenly dissipated.
She wanted to raise her hand to touch the delicate vines, but found that she could no longer lift her hand.
As if aware of Yun Qingyan's thoughts, the delicate vines of the Bloodthirsty Demon Vine gently wrapped around her hand, moving very gently, as if they were afraid of hurting her.
On the bloody wrist, bright red blood droplets seeped into the bloodthirsty demon vines.
The vines that it gently wrapped around Yun Qingyan emitted a burst of soft light, and Yun Qingyan instantly felt a refreshing and cool feeling on his painful hands.
The severe pain in both hands began to lessen, and the hands began to recover at a slow rate.
(End of chapter)