"Zhu Chi. Meng Shu shouted softly, and the heat wave burned her skin.

She felt Zhu Chi erupt like a volcano, and endless power burst out from her body, as if it was about to melt her into the endless lava.

Zhu Chi did not speak. He lowered his head and closed his eyes, his hair falling apart. Dappled dots of light scattered in the silent air around them.

Wrong!

Meng Shu clearly sensed the powerful demonic power on Zhu Chi's body. The demonic power was crimson, like a spicy spice burrowing into her nose. It made her soft, but she was tense. She knew it was her own taste.

It is the same as his own demonic power, just like the breath.

But it's even stronger than his current self.

Zhu Chi only felt that he was hot, as if he was in an alchemy furnace, and he was irritable. He frowned and hissed lowly. The heat in the body seems to rush out of the skin.

Meng Shu had never seen such a strange situation.

She motioned for Aunt May to leave the dangerous place, and then quietly released her purple mist. Cold, quiet, like the cold water of an ice spring, wrapped around Zhu Chi.

The purple and red demonic energy gradually merged and staggered. Meng Shu watched Zhu Chiqing's muscles erupt, and his cold sweaty forehead eased. Zhu Chi was dizzy, as if he was in the desert just now, but he felt the nectar descending and gradually calmed down.

Suddenly, the collision of demonic power burst into magnificent colored flames in the air, and the colorful reflection was reflected on the ground. The purple demonic qi that was still calming just now suddenly took on an attacking posture, hissing into Zhu Chi's body like a poisonous snake.

Meng Shu secretly screamed that it was not good, he had no murderous evil thoughts, how could the demon power be automatically entangled?

Zhu Chi's chest rose and fell violently, and at this moment he had lost his usual senses. Struggling violently in the demonic qi, gasping, his throat rolling, and slowly spit out a sentence: "Meng Shu, why haven't you died yet?"

She was stunned and took two steps back.

The words of gnashing her teeth and hatred were like a cry from the depths of her soul, and she was sweating coldly when she heard it. However, even so, she did not feel the excitement of the battle.

Her eyebrows furrowed slightly, and her voice shouted softly, like broken glass, "Zhu Chi, what's wrong with you?"

Zhu Chi opened his eyes when he heard the sound, and the fierce light in his eyes shot towards Meng Shu like the sun. She turned slightly, avoiding her gaze. Zhu Chi is like a god of war, every cell of him is full of irritability, and his joints are clicking, as if he wants to peel the skin and cramp the person in front of him.

In an instant, the purple mist dissipated.

Crimson shrouded Meng Shu, wrapping around her wrists and ankles, forming blood marks. Droplets of blood seeped out, and the demonic qi evaporated instantly.

Meng Shu felt like he was about to suffocate, watching the person in front of him lose himself in chaos. She was a little uneasy, holding her breath and mobilizing all her strength to break through the shackles. The crimson demonic power cut through her skin like jagged teeth, and the white skin was scarlet.

Be born.

She stood behind Zhu Chi and shouted his name again in a deep voice: "Zhu Chi." ”

Zhu Chi's soul seemed to be cut off, his shoulders trembled slightly, and Meng Shu saw that the demonic qi in his body was running around, which was incompatible with him as an immortal god. His shoulders trembled slightly, and in his pupils was Meng Shu's silent face.

"Why don't you laugh?" he asked, "is it because I left you?"

Meng Shu felt strange, but the voice was imprinted on her heart like magic.

"Do you know what you're talking about?" she asked.

Zhu Chi was clubbed in place like a walking corpse, staring ahead. The words he uttered unconsciously were sudden, mottled memories that flashed through his mind.

She gently drew a small circle behind her back, and the thin purple demonic power crept into Zhu Chi's clothes like a small snake along the gap in the ground, and bit hard.

Suddenly, pupils dilate!

As if under a violent blow, he began to breathe heavily. The dry body gradually moistened, and the scarlet demonic power around him "brushed" like an arrow towards Meng Shu. They were like greedy, blood-hungry demons who wanted to draw on the abundant quiet and peaceful power in her.

As soon as Meng Shu raised her foot, she rose into the air, and the long whip spun to form a huge shield, and in an instant, the two forces collided and dissipated, and she was overturned in the air by the violent air current. But he turned around again, and the shadow fell to the ground steadily.

The sound of Zhu Chi's rapid heartbeat reached Meng Shu's eardrums. She was about to slam him in the back of the neck when he suddenly closed his eyes and collapsed into her arms.

Meng Shu was stunned for a moment, holding his heavy body, how could a god have such a powerful demonic power. She lowered her eyes and watched these faint breaths slowly flow into her body, very obedient, obediently like a spring of life.

Zhu Chi fainted briefly in Meng Shu's arms, his body temperature was very high, but his sweat was cold. If it weren't for the tiny wound on Meng Shu's body, the scene that happened just now would be like a fantasy with chaotic memories.

The two maintained their posture, Meng Shu only felt that he was too heavy, his feet were weak, and he fell to the ground.

Zhu Chi only felt a violent shock and regained his senses. His slightly stiff hair tied Meng Shu's shoulders, and she shook her head and dodged him.

He raised his eyes to look at Meng Shu's silent appearance, and only then did he realize that the two of them were very ambiguous. He actually collapsed in this woman's arms!

Lose face!

How could this be done yourself!

Like a woman!

Zhu Chi struggled out of Meng Shu's arms, swallowed his saliva, and his eyes returned to their former appearance.

"What just happened?"

"What happened just now?"

The two asked in unison.

Zhu Chi shrugged. The two of them were so close that it seemed as if their hearts were about to be burned together. Zhu Chi could hear the voice of his heart, took two steps back and said, "I don't know." ”

"Demons will fall into demons, but gods will not. And you just now, apparently, can't control yourself. Meng Shu recalled that Zhu Chi didn't have any sense at all just now, and even his voice was deeper than before. Moreover, he said a lot of strange things.

There is hatred, there is worry, there is ambiguity, and there seems to be a past.

Zhu Chiyi raised his eyebrows, "Control yourself?"

He looked at his hand, what did I do? I didn't control myself? His eyes lit up and looked at Meng Shu.

She hit it with a split, Zhu Chi's mind was stunned, and he muttered in a low voice: "Violence!"

Meng Shu's hair covered half of her face, and now she gently avoided it, only to see the tiny wound on her face, as if it had been cut by small grains of sand. Zhu Chi stepped forward, a little worried: "Why are you injured?"

"Ask yourself. She stroked her face and got up to leave.

"Hey!" Zhu Chi followed his back, "I'll help you!"