"Yes, she likes you from the bottom of her heart. Yang Jian, you must live and protect her well, do you know? Push her away! Pouring Mo slowly persuaded, seeing Yang Jian's expression relaxed, he thought it was the best opportunity, and hurriedly urged him to push Xiaoxian away.

"Whether it's love or hate, if I, Yang Jian, can enter Xiaoxian's inner world with a posture for a lifetime, I can make her miss it for the rest of her life, even if she eats it, what's the matter?" Yang Jian's heart wavered, he didn't believe that Xiaoxian was in love with him.

Yang Jian's inspiration flashed, and he suddenly felt that it was also excellent to be stationed in Xiaoxian's heart in another attitude. Yang Jian not only did not push Xiaoxian away, but gently held her in his arms, firmly remembering the temperature at this moment.

This infatuated appearance made Dump Mo continue to push away Xiaoxian's head.

"Don't bite down, that's the person you love the most! Xiaoxian, wake up, you must not want to see him injured, and you don't want to lose him, right? Wake up! Pouring foam pushed the little fairy's head hard, muttering.

Can't wake up a sleeping person, can't wake up a stupid person.

No matter how much she shouted or said, Xiaoxian just stared at her fiercely, roaring like a wild beast. Her eyes were scarlet, and a red light shot out of her eyes, and a flash of fire shot straight out, heading straight for the foam. He was shocked and pale.

The scorching light flashed and brushed overhead. A strand of green silk was burned, and the broken hair of the broken silk floated in the air and slowly fell. Pouring foam in disbelief, he dropped a wisp of green silk. At this moment, Dump Mo was also a little angry. How precious is her most beloved waterfall green silk, which was burned away by a flash of fire from Xiaoxian?!

His heart burned with rage, and he rushed over violently. Yang Jian saw that something was wrong, and coldly threatened: "If you dare to hurt her, I will destroy you." ”

In a word, it soothed the anger in his heart. She glared at Xiaoxian hatefully, thinking to herself: You are unconscious now, and after you recover, this account will have to be calculated with you! Otherwise, it will be difficult to eliminate the hatred in my heart.

Later, Dumping forgot about it. Because of the burned wisp of green silk, I couldn't see a strand of burnt in the thick black hair, so when I was pouring foam and combing my hair, I forgot that I burned a strand of it. The so-called hatred in my heart will not be gone.

took a few steps back, and there was unwillingness on his face. Her departure made Xiaoxian eat Yang Jian's blood with peace of mind. She frantically bit Yang Jian's neck, leaving several bloody holes.

Yang Jian was in pain and snorted. He hugged Xiaoxian tightly and buried his head in Xiaoxian's neck.

From a distance, it looks like two people are hugging each other, envious of others. Only by standing at the closest distance to them can they know that the two people are people who love each other, but they do murderous things.

"Hahaha......" The demon king looked up to the sky and roared, and his heart was infinitely happy. He said proudly, "Look, you have fallen into the palm of the little slave's hand, I see how you can prevent me from getting the demon spirit!" Yang Jian, you are smart and confused for a while, and it is really sad to fall into the hands of a woman. ”

"Hmph, I'm just dragging my mutilated body, and I'm going to stop you. I'd rather kill you than let you eat the demon spirit and endanger the peace of the whole world. Yang Jian snorted coldly, his gaze far-reaching. He raised his head proudly, hugged Xiao Xian's soft and thin waist with one hand, and slid lightly under his feet, and in a blink of an eye, he came to the front of the three members of the Demon Heavens family.

With his body, he protects the family behind him. Yang Jian freed up one hand, took out his weapon Fang Tian Painting Halberd, and aimed the blade shining with cold light at the Demon King, making a state of preparation. Coolly holding the beauty in one hand, and holding Fang Tian's halberd proudly in the other, domineering with coldness.

The man said that if he wanted to stop the Demon King, he would definitely keep his promise.

For some reason, when he heard Yang Jian say that he wanted to kill the Demon King, Mo Chatian naturally accepted this fact. He secretly hoped in his heart that he could kill the dangerous Demon King so that he could protect the safety of his small family.

However, that is a big deal. He didn't have the courage to say it, and when Yang Jian said it, he breathed a sigh of relief. Looking at the woman beside her inexplicably, she looked up, sure of his thoughts. From the eyes of the ripples of water, Mo Shatian saw her hatred for the demon king, and the killing intent that she couldn't get rid of quickly.

Mo Shatian's heart was cold, could it be that everyone present wanted to kill their father, only they had not considered this idea for a long time, so that their group of people fell into a dead circle? The demon king came to fight them, and they struggled to maintain the status quo so that the demon spirit would not be snatched away. They desperately protected until the Demon King couldn't afford it and left on his own. Then they rest for a few days, and the demon king will come back again, and they will struggle again. It's such an endless cycle that they can't get out.

Presumably, relying on Yang Jian's strength, there is no problem in fighting against the Demon King. This group of them is on the side, and if the plan is good, it is not completely impossible to kill the demon king. Even if you can't kill it, you can barely seriously injure the Demon King, and then the Demon King won't have a chance to make a comeback again.

They can protect the demon spirits unharmed, and they no longer have to worry about the harassment of the demon king.

There was a faint voice in the bottom of the demon temple telling him: You can't bear to kill your biological father and seriously injure your father, as long as you can let the child get through this month, what is it to seriously hurt your father?

So, the magic temple secretly made a decision, he wanted to hit his father hard. Forced my father to leave here.

As everyone knows, he is not affected by his thoughts, and things are far more complicated than he thinks. Xiaoxian has been hit by the Demon Heart Curse, and if she wants to lift this spell, she needs to kill the Demon King. So, no matter what, the demon king is dead.

If Yang Jian died, Xiaoxian would desperately pull the demon king to accompany him to the funeral. Again, there is no doubt about it.

The turning of the wheel of fortune will surprise everyone. At this time, the Demon King did not know his fate, so it can be said that he became thinking about his own fate. His strength is strong, and there are really not many people in this world who can kill him, so he has never considered death.

"Kill me? It's hard to be arrogant, right? The corners of the Demon King's mouth hung into a sneer, and he looked at Yang Jian in his weakness. sneered: "With your current strength, taking out seventy percent is considered high, Yang Jian, what are you going to fight with me?" ”

"I ...... Strength ...... Ahem...... I'll kill you! No matter...... Ahem......" Yang Jian couldn't help coughing wildly for a while, and the girl in his arms was still sucking his blood. The corners of Yang Jian's mouth were pale, and the massive blood loss made his body a little unbearable.

"Yang Jian, are you okay?" Demon Chatian walked up behind him and supported Yang Jian.

Yang Jian pushed away the support of the Demon Brake Heaven and stood firm. patted Xiaoxian's back, as if to soothe Xiaoxian's sadness. Yang Jian's neck hurt very much, as if salt water had been sprinkled on it, and he knew that it was Xiaoxian's tears. The little fairy who cried was still biting.

Yang Jian felt sorry for her, and would rather she be an unconscious person. She must have been tormented in the same way, and she would feel sorry for him. Thinking of this, the corners of Yang Jian's mouth raised a smile, he had weight in her heart. That's enough, love is no longer extravagant.

(To be continued.) )