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"If you were a demon, you would have already peeled off your skin and cramped, and your soul would fly!" For a mortal to make such a violent move, Jiu Mingmei disdain, although the demon is not much stronger than the mortal.

Seeing that the blood at the corner of Feng Qianji's mouth was flowing more and more, the national teacher hurriedly said, "Eighth Prince, I'll heal you!" ”

"Oh," Feng Qianji asked with a smile, "should I thank Miss Nine for not picking her skin?" ”

Well, the Eighth Prince completely ignored him. The national teacher twisted his white body and turned to Mingmei: "You two have something to say, don't fight, don't hurt the harmony, isn't it ......"

Slender hand lightly held the folding fan, pointed to Feng Qianji's tall and good-looking nose bridge, and announced in a domineering manner: "I will send a kind heart and give you two ways: or, you spit out the eight days for me, and make up for it, and I will leave you alive; Or, you, disappear with him! ”

Well, Mei Shen also ignored him completely. The national teacher looked at the left side (⊙o⊙), and the right side looked at the two eyes→_→, one is the plum god, and the other is the son of a good friend, and there can be nothing on either side~~ Okay, he decided to let his mouth lie under his beard for a while.

Feng Qianji felt that there were countless cuts on his body, blood trickled out, and the purple gauze was already tightly attached to his body, very sticky. This girl is really ruthless at all. He was still smiling, and his voice was gentle and warm: "If the ninth girl loves this soul maker very much, how about I make another one for you?" ”

"All I need is eight."

Feng Qianji worked hard to sell: "Create another one, the appearance is exactly the same, the temperament is exactly the same, I promise that even the small mole on the cheek is exactly the same." ”

"Eight is eight, not anyone's object."

It's not an object, it can't be copied, and it can't be humiliated!

"Do you really like it that much?"

Jiu Mingmei looked at the jade ring on her little finger and replied simply: "There is no substitute." ”

Feng Qianji froze slightly, lowered her head, laboriously wiped away the blood that kept gushing out of her mouth, and the smile on the corner of her lips became more and more demonic: "I didn't expect my charm to be so great, even the little soul I created can hook back a girl." I should have carved two words on my head: genius! ”

A mortal can cultivate the soul-making technique that only a great god has, and he can make it so realistic, he can indeed be called a "genius in the world".

Jiu Mingmei glanced at him obliquely: "It still doesn't fall into my hands." ”

What if you can create a soul, what if you are a genius, and what about the Merry Eight Princes? Hit a hard fist, and die in a minute. So ha, fists are the last word, strong enough to laugh.

There was a burst of fishy sweetness in his throat, and he was uncomfortable, Feng Qianji couldn't help coughing, and shook his head slightly: "I'm afraid that the first one can't be done, the ninth girl doesn't dislike it, just take this life." However, it's better to leave a whole corpse. ”

After that, Feng Qianji lifted the eyeball with his right hand, and with his left hand, he lifted the long bangs that covered the left side of his face, revealing a black hole in his left eye socket. He sighed, rubbed his dark eyeballs a little brighter, and stuffed them into his sockets. He blinked his eyelids and used his fingertips to adjust the position of his eyeballs, and then he threw the long bangs behind his head.

With a smooth forehead and the left half of his face, his complete face is even more beautiful. Although it is still miserable and white, it is a little less demonic, and at first glance, it is a little clear and refreshing.

Jiu Mingmei sneered: "Refreshing." ”

Most mortals are afraid of death, and when they beg for mercy, they cry and cry for their mother, and they can say anything, grinding and chirping and annoying to death.

The north branch fan bloomed "swish", and the flowers on it crackled and bloomed, like firecrackers during the New Year. Jiu Mingmei waved the Beizhi fan, casually pointed a little on Feng Qianji's head, and a red arrow shot straight over, instantly bursting through his head.

The national teacher, whose mouth was still resting under his beard, was shocked by this meeting, and the two of them were still "chatting" just now, why did they start fighting? Who should he help? Oh no, who can he help~~

"Mei God, don't~~"

The national teacher immediately blocked in front of the bed, wanting to protect the relatively weak Eighth Prince, and suddenly there were more footprints on Bai Huahua's head, he touched his head, oh, he was trampled on again...... I went, and I was trampled again, hey!

The national teacher reflexively wanted to hold back Mingmei, but saw that Mingmei and the eight princes on the bed were gone, only a red arrow was firmly inserted on the bed curtain.

With a bang, dust and tiles fell from the roof, choking him and coughing, and when he looked up, he saw a big hole in the roof. Through the large hole, he could see the dark blue night outside and a few stars winking at him.

"My ...... House...... Yes...... Hey......"

Above the night sky, the night wind howled, blowing the purple clothes into a wonderful way.

Starlight shone through layers of thin clouds on the faces of the two.

One is smiling, the other is angry.

"Feng Qianji, you trick me!"

Jiu Mingmei was still a little reluctant before he started, and felt that it was rare to meet a neat mortal, and he was determined to kill him with one arrow, saving him a lot of suffering. Which Cheng thought, this mortal actually avoided and escaped!

"The ninth girl doesn't dislike it, take this life," Feng Qianji blinked her eyes, "as long as it ...... You can get it. ”

The strength that Mei God was proud of was questioned by a mortal. Genius, really genius, born to know how to provoke the nine bright talents.

Jiu Mingmei smiled, the corners of her lips were crooked, her eyebrows and eyes were crooked, and her originally ugly face looked vivid and good because of her smile. A row of small white teeth glistened in the moonlight, and she licked the corners of her lips like a leopard before opening a meat.

She has been greedy for human flesh and has wanted to taste it many times, but she has never eaten human flesh and will never eat it in the future. However, this mortal is very hateful, so hateful and tempting, that she wants to bite his backbone and taste his bone marrow, how hard it is!

Brilliant red fireworks exploded in the night sky, outlining one plum cage enchantment after another. This time, the barrier was stronger than before, and Feng Qianji passed through several paths, but after all, it was blocked between the sixth and seventh paths. The blood was draining faster than he had imagined, and he felt like he was losing his strength, and it was impossible to break out of the encirclement.

The good Justice Alliance, because of an accident, died like this. He's losing a lot!

But what to do? Do you want to die?

Beg? He never thought about it.

Waiting to die? He was even more disdainful.

Come to think of it, he had three killer weapons in his arms that she let him go: a god-killing spell, a Xuncao ring, and a flute with a strange shape. Well, the left eye hurts suddenly, maybe this killer feature has one more, the simplest and most affordable, and it won't expose itself.

Do you want to use it? No, he still doesn't want to.

He wanted to see her angry little appearance again, heh, is this a bad taste?

Feng Qianji covered her left eye and smiled.