Nalan Yurong groaned in pain, and quickly used spiritual power to heal the wound, but unexpectedly, the use of spiritual power only stopped the bleeding, and there was no way to heal the wound.
Now that she looks like a ghost, how can she meet her mighty and handsome father
Nalan Yurong looked at Maotu and Haizhu, wanting them to heal her wounds.
Turning around, I saw Haizhu laughing, pointing at the wound on her face with a sarcasm, "Oh, this look reminds me of you just being brought back by Maotu, who was caught and raped on the bed, and was beaten violently." It's so funny, hahaha..."
Maotu couldn't help showing a cute, uncontrollable smile.
Nalan Yurong gritted her teeth, covered her face, and ran away crying.
She swears that when she gets the power in the future, these slaves must all taste that life is worse than death!
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In the Forest of Ten Thousand Beasts, Xi Yue took An Lingyan and the others to a safer place, and waited for them to adjust their breathing for a while before leaving for Tianluo City.
However, as soon as they walked out of the Ten Thousand Beast Forest, they saw a few people flying towards this side in a swift light.
While flying, there was a young man yelling loudly, "Bold and shameless lunatic, let go of Yan'er! Otherwise, don't blame me for chopping off that dirty hand of yours!"
At this time, only Xi Yue and An Lingyan were walking together, because they were very close, it was as if Xi Yue was holding An Lingyan.
Amber walked slowly behind alone because the bone injury had not fully healed.
So that man came straight towards Xi Yue aggressively.
However, before they approached, countless red energy lines enveloped those young people in an instant.
In an instant, those red energy lines tightened, binding all the young people who were flying in mid-air tightly.
The light disappeared, and the young man let out a scream and fell to the ground.
"Master!" The few people following behind followed up in panic.
An Lingyan also screamed: "Young Master Xi, show mercy, that's my brother, please don't kill him!"
The person who shot was unknown, but he didn't seem to have heard An Lingyan's voice at all.
The red silk thread spread out from between his right index finger.
The young man's fingers were slender and shiny, with well-defined knuckles, like translucent white jade.
At this time, the index finger was shaking slightly, like a child playing, looking leisurely and content.
But the young man over there was miserable. With the shaking of the unknown hand, the red energy threads on his body tightened little by little, and soon bloodstains were cut on the surface of his skin, and he screamed in pain.
The burly man beside the young man became anxious, and said with a big foot: "Boy, let go of our young master and young lady, or I will make you look good."
This is a man at the peak of the Nascent Soul stage. When he spoke angrily, the thunder light on his body moved. It was obvious that he was practicing the extremely powerful thunder spells.
Unknown glanced at him casually, gave a soft "oh", and then slowly stretched out the other four fingers that were originally curled up.
The slender fingers moved lightly like plucking the strings of a piano, and the trimmed, smooth and clean fingertips shot out a few red lights again.
In the next moment, other people, including the strong man, were tied up with red silk threads.
"Ahh—" There were screams of pain one after another, and the grass below was soon stained red with blood.
An Lingyan was on the verge of crying, "Young Master Xi, don't kill them, they are really from my Anling family. This is all a misunderstanding!"