Sure enough, she was still too weak. In the face of absolute strength, she was nothing.
Just like this time, she couldn't protect him. She could only watch Feng Yuqing die in front of her, but she couldn't do anything.
Yan Juebian's eyes turned red, and his mind was in a mess, like a mess of threads tangled together, trying to uncover it but getting more and more messy.
Xiao Mo couldn't hold on anymore. He heard a bang and Xiao Mo's left knee left a mark on the ground, but Xiao Mo still gritted his teeth and insisted not to kneel in front of Yan Jue.
She is not cowardly enough to kneel down in front of her former enemy. She also has her own dignity and her own blood.
Just hearing the crisp sound of the jade pendants touching each other, like the beautiful music played on a fine musical instrument, instantly awakened Yan Jue's sanity.
It was a piece of blood jade. The blood-red threads wandered in the white jade and became the pulse of the white jade. Yan Jue seemed to be able to hear the breathing of the white jade at that moment. The word "Jue" was written vigorously on the white jade. Everyone in the world was shocked. It is the Demon Lord's favorite thing, and he has been wearing it since he came to the throne.
Some people also rumored that the blood threads on the jade pendant were accidentally splashed on by the Demon King when he killed people. Over time, the blood threads appeared, as if they were always reminding people how much blood the Demon Lord was stained with.
But for some reason, the people in the demon world no longer like to play with the piece of blood jade on their hands. Instead, they always like to stare at the string of Buddhist beads on their wrists. They were shocked when they saw the beads on their hands. I can't close my jaw.
But no one dared to ask the Lord where this bracelet came from. The character of every Demon Lord was unpredictable and decisive. A careless person would lose his life, and this Lord was even more unpredictable. The Lord who is easy to serve will smile and discuss things with you one moment, but will snap your neck without hesitation the next.
They don't have the guts to interfere with his affairs, they still want to live well.
One thing they knew very well was that the Lord doted on the string of beads on his heart. When he killed someone, he carefully took the beads off his hand and wrapped them layer by layer in soft and delicate silk. Only then did they dare to deal with those miscellaneous things with confidence. At that time, the eyes of the demon cultivators who witnessed the whole process were almost blinded. They originally wanted to applaud and cheer for the demon king, but who knew that what would happen next would be like this.
Speaking of which, what is the origin of this string of Buddhist beads? Even the piece of blood jade that has followed the Demon Lord for many years does not have such an honor. When the Lord killed someone, the blood beads were stained and the Lord did not even frown. Why? Now
Could it be possible, could it be that that jade pendant has a great background and could be a magic weapon to deal with those hypocrites in the future
They all thought of this in unison, and the look of admiration in their eyes became even more intense. He was indeed the Demon Lord. It turned out that he had already thought about how to deal with those hypocrites.
There is a legend about the string of Buddhist beads circulating in the demon world. It is said that the demon lord loves the string of Buddhist beads to the point of pain. Every time he takes a bath, he must take off the string of beads for fear of getting wet. Legend has it that there is a demon cultivator who just I complimented the Lord on how beautiful the prayer beads were, and they actually received praise from the Lord. They are now guarding an important place in the demon world. Legend has it that the string of beads was a magic weapon that the Demon Lord only found after a lot of hardships to deal with their righteous path...
Ah, the author is really going crazy. He hasn't received the royalties yet. The writer's assistant has clearly shown that he has paid but has not received it.
The author is about to cry. What will he do if the royalties he spent every day to earn are gone
The author really wants to buy Hanfu, it’s so beautiful
I've been really unlucky and crying lately.
Little goblin, why don’t you come to comfort me
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