How could she easily let Zi Qianqian, who ruined the Flame Devouring Fan, be let go by the one who must take revenge
However, at the time of Ye Qingluo, he did not have any extreme behavior.
She even let Zi Qianqian be carried down by the doctor sitting in the medical hall to receive treatment just like that.
Ye Qingluo slowly lowered his gaze.
Her charming eyes narrowed slightly, revealing a strong murderous aura.
"That was the scene of the competition. If I killed her on the spot, not only I would be implicated, but also the entire Demon Squad, and... the Mercenary Corps of the World."
The current Demon Class and Tianxia Tuan.
Although the reputation spread far and wide.
But speaking of it, it was only her own strength that shocked everyone.
Once she smashed Zi Qianqian into thousands of pieces on the spot.
It's not just the Zi family who won't let her go.
Even the academy couldn't explain it.
Students in the Demon Class also need a place like the academy to learn and grow.
She can't implicate the demon class or everyone for her own selfish desires.
She can't take revenge on the spot, but she will use her way to make Zi Qianqian live... more painful than dead.
Zi Qianqian is satisfied...
It's just the title of a student in her divine class.
But her reputation as the number one beauty.
It's just the power of her Tian Ling Staff.
So…
She destroyed Zi Qianqian's favorite things bit by bit.
In this match, Zi Qianqian's loss was just the beginning.
She will make Zi Qianqian become a joke of the entire Xilan Continent, and even the realm of Nirvana!
Ye Qingluo's eyes gradually fell on the broken Flame-eating Fan, and his slender fingers gently stroked the handle of the fan, and the brows became soft: "Besides, the Flame-eating Fan did not hesitate to sacrifice to protect me and win the victory." Myself, I don't want the Flame Devouring Fan to sacrifice in vain."
"Yes, the Flame Devouring Fan sacrificed himself to protect you." Di Moxuan's gentle palms had already touched her blue hair.
The big palm fixed the back of her head, and he whispered, "So, for the sake of the Flame Devouring Fan, you should at least not let yourself fall down."
Ye Qingluo raised her eyes in a daze, looking at Di Moxuan's magnificent face.
Those twinkling eyes, full of tender peach blossoms, seemed to be a warm current falling into the heart.
"and… "
Di Moxuan made a long tail, and the corners of his narrow and long eyes outlined evil arcs: "Who told you that when the Flame Devouring Fan is broken, it is completely broken?"
In Ye Qingluo's mind, there seemed to be some white light that exploded suddenly.
Her charming eyes lit up, and she quickly grabbed Di Moxuan's wrist: "You, what did you just say?"
The Flame Devouring Fan was broken, wasn't it completely broken
That is to say...
Did Di Moxuan have a way to recover the Flame Devouring Fan
"Before I answer your question, you first answer my question seriously." Di Moxuan's eyes sparkled slightly, and he pulled Ye Qingluo into his arms with all his fingers.
Her face was pressed against his chest.
The scorching heat also burned her face red.
Ye Qingluo tightly clenched the skirt of his chest with his small hands, and said eagerly: "If you ask, I will answer seriously!"
Di Moxuan's attitude means that he must have a way to reshape the Flame Devouring Fan.
"You...why, you care so much about the Flame Devouring Fan." The hoarse voice, like mellow fine wine, lingered around the eardrums.
Ye Qing suddenly felt soft all over.
The little hands instinctively clenched his skirt even tighter.
"Huh?" Di Moxuan lowered his voice, and the slightly raised ending made Ye Qing's body numb again.
Her cheeks were slightly flushed, and she shrank her body into his arms: "Because... the Flame Devouring Fan is my natal weapon."