"Dong-"
Crazy blood spurted out from Mo Konggu's mouth, and Lu Jiuque's fists alternated, falling like thunder.
"Dong dong dong—"
"Dong dong dong dong -"
Punch after punch, Mo Konggu was smashed to a bloody pulp. Lu Jiuque, who was in a state of rage, was really terrifying.
"Damn it, if you dare to hurt Aunt Chang, go to hell!"
"Go to hell!!"
…
When the thunderstorm-like attack ended, Mo Konggu had already lost his breath.
Lu Jiuque narrowed his scarlet eyes and was just about to take Aunt Chang away when what fell into her hands was a pair of flawless hands as beautiful as white porcelain, with ice muscles and jade bones...
Lu Jiuque was stunned, whose hand was this
Why is it so hot
Like holding a ball of fire...
The next moment, she was pushed away violently, with a cry of extreme horror.
"Quick, let me go!!"
After Lu Jiuque stumbled to his feet, the scene in front of her made her completely confused.
The facial features of the person in front of her were still the same, but her skin gradually transformed from the withered skin of dead wood, absorbing the spiritual energy between heaven and earth like a sponge, and became white and delicate, which could be broken by a blow.
And her bones were constantly changing, from an old woman who couldn't straighten up, to a slender and graceful woman.
The slender limbs, the waist that is not tight enough to hold in one's hand, and the elegance like a bamboo, are all beautiful.
Especially after Lu Jiuque saw her face clearly, he was even more stunned and speechless.
What kind of beautiful woman is this
Black eyebrows like distant mountains, apricot eyes as clear as ice springs, high and straight nose, and lips as red as spring flowers.
She just stood there quietly and looked at her, and it became a poem or a painting.
But her eyes were filled with deep distress and sadness, as well as anxiety and uneasiness, not for herself, but for Lu Jiuque.
This made Lu Jiuque jump out of his wits. He suddenly came to his senses and stammered: "You... you are... Aunt Chang?!"
Aunt Chang raised her head suddenly and bit her lip, but she didn't know where to start. She saw that Lu Jiuque was completely motionless.
Lu Jiuque's mind was in confusion. Just as he was about to approach her, Aunt Chang immediately shouted: "Don't come over! Little Miss! Stop!"
"Aunt Chang?!" Lu Jiuque stopped instinctively. Suddenly, a tiny flame suddenly shot up from Aunt Chang's feet. The billowing heat wave forced Lu Jiuque to take three steps back.
You know, Lu Jiuque's body had been tempered by the Heavenly Thunder and Tianyuan Fire, but he still couldn't withstand the heat. What a terrifying temperature it was.
Lu Jiuque's heart sank for a moment, and he said in a panic: "No, Aunt Chang, come here quickly, there is a strange fire!"
But midway through his words, Lu Jiuque's voice suddenly stopped.
Because this flame jumped out from Aunt Chang's body.
Cluster after cluster.
Bright red.
Quiet and beautiful…
It was like the light snow falling when the sky and the earth were parting, carrying a vast aura, gradually widening the distance between Aunt Chang and Lu Jiuque.
Aunt Chang smiled lightly across the small clusters of flames flying in the sky.
This smile is like a thousand pear trees blooming overnight, so beautiful that it makes your heart tremble.
Her eyes were full of pain, she gently covered her cheek and said in a low voice: "It's too late... How could this happen... There's obviously still time... Little Miss... I'm sorry... I'm sorry..." Chuchen, I'm sorry, I couldn't protect you. She.