The holy woman looked at Su Wanqing's frowning brows, and her heart suddenly felt a lot better.

This woman is now in her hands, no matter what she says, it is just to provoke herself, she will not let this woman go easily.

She finally fell into her own hands, how could she not let her suffer more.

The saint pressed the dagger in her hand tightly, looking at the blood that slowly seeped out, and her eyes darkened slightly.

Immediately after, she sneered and said, "Su Wanqing, do you dare to be so arrogant?" I've told you a long time ago that my knife doesn't have long eyes. You're interested, and you'd better not provoke me, or you won't be able to afford the consequences. ”

The saint thought that her words would inevitably cause Su Wanqing to blush, at least she should be annoyed by being humiliated by herself.

But unexpectedly, Su Wanqing turned her head sideways to look at her, and there was a seriousness in her beautiful starry eyes, and the saint even felt her sincerity.

I only heard Su Wanqing sincerely look at the saint and said, "I don't dare." ”

Saint: "......" Why does she have the feeling of punching the cotton and not using any strength at all, what is going on with this very unpleasant feeling!

Hey, this is not what she imagined!

Where would the saint have thought that Su Wanqing answered so happily, as if admitting her weakness was not a shameful thing at all. But Su Wanqing doesn't feel ashamed, she feels ashamed of her!

When did you become so kind of looking at other people's faces! In the eyes of the saint, her impression of Su Wanqing's stay has never changed. Su Wanqing will never lower her noble head no matter what predicament she is.

It is precisely because of this that she wants to humiliate her in every possible way, torture her, and want to see her begging for mercy from herself.

But in front of all this, Su Wanqing did soften, but she didn't have the happiness she imagined at all, what's going on?

Because of Su Wanqing's show of weakness, the saint suddenly fell into self-doubt.

Su Wanqing turned her head sideways and looked at the saint's contemplative expression, and naturally knew what she was thinking in her heart. What the saint wants to do by herself, this back and forth, Su Wanqing is naturally very clear.

What's more, she already knew the identity of the saintess, so naturally she had a way to deal with her.

Unexpectedly, after such a long time, the saint has not changed at all, and she is still the same as the person she was at the beginning.

Su Wanqing pursed her lips slightly, should she say that she overestimated this woman, or what? She thought that after disappearing for so long, she had become a lot more powerful.

I didn't expect it to be so brainless.

Or is it not a long memory?

Of course, Su Wanqing would not say these words, she still cherishes her life very much.

Until the knife on her neck is removed, she had better not act rashly. I don't know if I will have a scar on my neck, but with Xiao Du, it should be fine, right?

Her neck is so good-looking.

If the saintess knew what Su Wanqing was thinking at this moment, she would probably want to strangle her to death on the spot. It's all this time, can we be serious!

She doesn't feel the thrill and pleasure of being a dominant person, and always feels despised by others. And this person is still the Su Wanqing he hates the most!

The saint girl stabilized her mind and did a while of ideological work for herself in her heart, she is now the saint of the Thousand Holy Countries, her identity is not what it used to be, and Su Wanqing doesn't know who she is at all, her current life is still in her own hands, what's the use of saying so much, it's not for her to be slaughtered?

Thinking like this, the saint secretly coughed and regained her momentum.

"Su Wanqing, what else do you have to say!" Let her finish speaking at once, so as not to always talk nonsense and be so angry that she is emotionally unstable.

Su Wanqing's eyes widened, looked at her innocently, and only after a while did she speak: "Are you going to say your last words so soon, I don't!" ”

Saint: "......"

Pei Yumo: "...... "Wanqing, I beg you not to skin it anymore, look at the black smoke on the saint's body, it is visible to the naked eye!"

Xiao Due: "......" Although this scene is dangerous, why does he always want to laugh? But he thought about it, the saint, a crazy woman, may not do anything later, for the sake of Sister Su's life, he still has to endure it.

After all, if something happens to Sister Su later, won't it be me who will work hard.

Su Wanqing looked at the saintess who seemed to have green smoke coming out of her forehead, and she was rarely quiet. Forget it, she still shouldn't irritate this woman, after all, she is indeed in some danger at this time.

Thinking like this, Su Wanqing suddenly glanced at Pei Xiu, who was still entangled and fighting with Shengbai on the other side, and suddenly her body trembled slightly. She's so skinny now, it's no wonder if she won't be repaired later.

I was injured, and the most distressed and annoyed person was probably Pei Xiu.

When Su Wanqing thought of this, she suddenly cheered up.

She cautiously moved back, but was immediately noticed by the saint.

Her eyes narrowed, and the dagger in her hand was pressed back, and she said coldly, "What are you messing with?" Didn't you say don't try to provoke me? You can't resist my wrath. ”

Sheng Lan on the side looked at the saint with a sympathetic appearance, and secretly couldn't help but pout. At first, she pretended to be more arrogant than anyone else in front of them, but now she has become so irritable and irritable, are these two women still the same woman?

Or is it because of Su Wanqing that she became like this?

Sheng Lan was a little curious at the moment, could it be that this holy woman had known this Lord of Heyue before? Otherwise, why would she hate Su Wanqing so much.

Sheng Lan will not believe the so-called words of the saint, there has never been hatred for no reason, and there is no love for no reason. Something must have happened between them at the beginning, otherwise, in the face of such an important land competition, how could the Holy Maiden be so willful, even if she abused her identity and rights, she would let the Holy Purple definitely find out the people who had left the country.

Now it seems that she is simply going to Lord Yue, and it has nothing to do with the other people in the Tianli Country.

It can only be said that in front of Su Wanqing, the saintess has become completely different from the saints at the beginning. This discovery made Sheng Lan's eyes narrow slightly.

Compared with the identity of the saint, Shenglan doesn't have much feeling for Su Wanqing, in the final analysis, there is actually no conflict of interest between them, but she has a relationship with the saint!

She just couldn't get used to seeing the attitude of the saintess, not to mention that today she saw that the county lord of Heyue was able to make such an arrogant and arrogant saint so angry that she couldn't speak, her saint Lan was very happy in her heart. Lord Heyue, I appreciate you!

After Su Wanqing finished reading Pei Xiu, she turned her head sideways, and met Sheng Lan's eyes inattentively, and the corners of her mouth twitched slightly.

Isn't this woman from the ranks of the saints? Why do you look into your eyes with excitement and appreciation? Could it be that she is very satisfied with her performance?

However, Su Wanqing's gaze moved slightly between the saint and the saint blue, and she had a plan in her heart.

The saint looked at Su Wanqing and ignored herself, and she was unhappy.

"Don't look around, answer my question!"

The dagger pressed down maliciously.

Su Wanqing endured the pain in her neck and frowned without a trace, but her eyes were still full of innocence when she looked at the holy woman.

"I'm tired of standing, can't I lean back? And you gave me medicine, and I'm tired now, can't I even be tired? Su Wanqing asked a few questions in a row, like a series of cannons, and rushed towards the saint.

As she spoke, her tone became more and more reasonable. It was as if the saint had rebuked her as if it were something heinous.

The saint was speechless, and at this moment, she was a little speechless.

The person who fed the medicine was indeed her. But she really hasn't seen any captive like Su Wanqing, so justifiable!

I'm afraid that only this arrogant woman would do such a thing.

Pei Yu, who was on the side, covered her lips without a trace, she was worried that if she continued like this, she would really laugh out loud.

Su Wanqing, this guy, is really hard to change.

The saint couldn't help but take a few deep breaths, her plump breasts rising and falling, and anyone could see that she was trying her best to suppress her anger.

"You'd better take it easy for me, and don't blame me if your neck does break later." The implication is that no matter how arrogant you are, don't blame her for being rude.

Su Wanqing became more and more arrogant.

"Who don't blame you?"

The saint took a few deep breaths again, and finally couldn't bear to speak.

"Shut up!"

Su Wanqing closed her mouth obediently, only blinked a pair of beautiful eyes and stared at the saint, and really didn't speak.

The saint suddenly felt that the world was much quieter.

She felt a lot better.

But after a while, Su Wanqing couldn't help it anymore, she said cautiously: "Your Highness the Holy Maiden, why don't you move your knife down a little, I'm already a turtle in the urn now, are you still afraid that I will escape?" The medicine you fed yourself, it is possible that you still don't know how effective the medicine is. I can't stand on my feet at all, so I can't pose a threat to you at all. ”

The saint's eyes swept coldly.

"Even so, why should I move the knife down?"

Su Wanqing looked at the saint with a sincere face, looking like you must believe me.

"You call yourself a saint, so in your country, your status must be very noble, and you don't need to work at all on weekdays, right? Look at your little hands, the skin is tender and the flesh is tender. You've been holding this knife for so long, I'm afraid your hands are tired, what do you think I'm trying to do? ”

As she spoke, Su Wanqing glanced at the little wrist exposed by the saint with concern, and sighed.

The saint noticed that a small part of her wrist was exposed, and she shook her sleeve without a trace, and retracted the scarred wrist. She didn't realize that her wrist was raised so high that her skin was exposed.

She didn't like people to see her skin.

Therefore, although she always felt that Su Wanqing's words were deceitful, the saint also knew that she would not be able to bloom no matter how she dried.

Therefore, the holy woman's hand moved down slightly, a little farther away from Su Wanqing's neck.

After the dagger left, Su Wanqing's injured neck was suddenly revealed, with a trace of red marks.

The blood was already a little congealed at this point, and with her fair skin, it looked a little terrifying.