Blood and broken rose petals were scattered at the marshal's feet, revealing a strange beauty that had been destroyed and trampled.

Ye Wentian sat up from the table and licked the residual taste on his lips: "Silly, Teresa likes irises, the same as me, and besides, she is my woman and has a hairy relationship with you." ”

"You nonsense, you bastard, she belongs to me, only a genius like me can have it, only my great DuPont family is qualified to play with her qiē, you lowly garbage are damned!" Gilles roared madly, his eyes almost spewing flames, his facial features were almost deformed, and his pretended demeanor and charm were all shattered.

So Ye Wentian knew that this guy had lost his mind, but anyone who was a little rational would not dare to speak like this in front of the Dark Demon Dragon Marshal, and even those wealthy family heads only dared to play tricks behind their backs.

"Do you really want to own me and play with me?" Teresa's smile was cruel and terrifying.

"Teresa, I sue you, you only have two choices, either kill this bastard and marry me, or wait for the transformation to become a breeding machine and be used by the major giants in turn, hahaha, if you choose to marry me, you can enjoy a happy life for a few years, if you don't marry me, you can only wait for the most tragic fate!" Gilles raised his other hand and pointed at Ye Wentian, "Now I'll give you one last chance, kill him, and then take off your clothes and lie down obediently, otherwise you will wait to be ...... Ah, you!"

Before he finished his words, Teresa raised her foot and stepped on his arm, and with a snort, flesh and blood flew out radially, under the iron hooves of the Dark Demon Dragon, not to mention the Spirit Emperor, even the Great Pompeii would be trampled flat.

"It's a pity, sister, I don't choose either way, and besides, I'm angry, and the consequences are very severe!" Theresa lifted her foot and wiped it on Gilles' clean clothes, then moved the soles of her shoes between his legs.

"What do you want to do, if you dare to step on it, my father will not let you go, my surname is Dupont, DuPont, you stop me!" Gilles's eyes burst out.

"Oh ha, oh hahahaha, isn't it painful, very painful? Isn't it enjoyable to listen to the sound of your own life being broken a little bit? Teresa smiled cruelly, slowly exerting force under her feet, and pressed and stepped on it with all her strength, followed by a crackling and popping sound.

Gilles screamed and wailed, his facial features twisted and struggling, and the crimson spiritual flames all over his body danced wildly, but under the pressure of the Dark Demon Dragon, it had no effect at all, and even the spirit ring was suppressed and could not be released.

Finally, with a crisp pop, Gilles' wail turned into a loud voice, and streams of blood ran down the crotch of his pants, staining the precious blanket on the ground red.

"Teresa. Ye Wentian screamed softly.

"What's the matter, darling, do you want to come along?" Teresa turned her head, her face flushed, her chest heaving violently, and she had a tendency to break the second button.

Ye Wentian shook his head: "You can play by yourself, I want to use it when I finish playing, his fire attribute spiritual power is very peculiar and can't be wasted." ”

Teresa nodded, stepped in front of Gilles, and lifted her foot against his eye with her thin heel.

Gilles finally showed a look of horror and despair, he understood, Teresa really dared to kill him, the Dark Demon Dragon Marshal, she was really not afraid of his family!

With a snort, the thin heel of his shoe slammed down, and Gilles' whole body stiffened suddenly, and then softened, and the howl came to an abrupt end.

Pulling out the blood-stained heel, Teresa opened her arms and raised her head to let out a long laugh, her long ice-blue hair fluttered and curled, and then she turned around and pounced on Ye Wentian violently, slamming him down on the table again, and finally gnawing down fiercely.

This attack is extraordinarily violent, like boiling magma, like a hungry jackal, like a meteorite exploding, like the sky falling, this is not suppression, this is destruction!

Ye Wentian carried the power that could tear the steel, and responded to the gnawing of the female marshal with the strongest attitude, which was a feast full of violence.

A moment later, when Ye Mantian's hand swam towards the forbidden area, Teresa suddenly pushed him away with a low cry, and took a hard breath to hold back the boiling flames.

Ye Wentian flew upside down from the table, slammed into the wall and embedded it, the crack spread like a spider's web, which showed the great force of this push.

Sucking the blood on his lips, Ye Wentian gasped and smiled: "Yes, this time I finally got it back with interest." ”

Teresa snorted, recalling the scene when she had just lost her mind, and she suddenly found that it seemed that Ye Wentian had changed from a completely passive to an occasional attack, and the speed of the offensive was not inferior to her at all.

This cannot be tolerated, at least absolutely not until metamorphosis.

"You want to die, don't you?" Teresa narrowed.

Ye Wentian kept his gaze and didn't blink his eyes: "Yes, how about letting me die in your arms?"

Teresa lowered her head and followed Ye Wentian's line of sight to herself, and suddenly found that her shirt was torn off unconsciously, and the corset and large semi-circular arc fell into the other party's eyes, so she exclaimed and hurriedly covered her clothes.

"Well, don't be so stingy. Ip Man-tian quipped.

Teresa tidied up her blouse, overflowed with cold air, rushed over angrily, grabbed Ye Wentian by the collar and threw him out, just landing next to Gilles.

"This time I was careless, I actually let you take advantage of so much, hmph, wait, since you arrived at the Dark Dragon Palace, how do you want to clean up and let your sister be happy?" Teresa turned around and walked out, "Hurry up and reuse the waste, and I will go to the Dupont family with my sister in a while." ”

"What for?" asked Ye Wentian.

"Kill!" Teresa's curvy back disappeared into the shadows of the hallway.

Ye Wentian smiled, he knew that because of the fuse of Gilles, Teresa was going to have a showdown with the Dupont family, maybe the rest of the big families would gather to force the palace, or maybe they would secretly have fun, but there was no doubt that this matter would be big in advance, but was he afraid? Of course he wasn't afraid, since he was going to make trouble, it would be a big deal.

"Tsk, stupid and hapless boy, give your last worth. Ye Wentian looked down at Gilles's bloody face, chuckled a few times, raised his hand and pressed his palm on his lower abdomen, and shattered the hub of the sea of spiritual power with a strange palm power through his body, and the pure fire attribute spiritual power flew out like a punctured balloon, and in an instant, the entire room was filled with crimson spiritual flames, and the temperature soared to thousands of degrees, it looked like a flame furnace, but what was shocking was that the cold ice condensed by Teresa's spiritual power on the wall did not show the slightest sign of melting!

Sitting cross-legged, the golden hand martial spirit was sacrificed, the pores of Ye Wentian's whole body opened, and he suddenly opened his mouth to swallow the cow, and the spiritual power furnace broke out of the waves from the sea of spiritual power, suddenly emitting ten thousand millimeters of light, and the center became brighter and brighter, like a compressed version of the sun hidden, frantically absorbing the influx of spiritual power.

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