"Tsk, you're pretty fast." A slightly playful voice suddenly sounded, accompanied by a rude laugh.

Hengyao spat out blood violently, desperately suppressed the fear in his heart and asked, "What do you demons want to do?" His voice trembled, and the end of his words trembled.

"Do what?" The owner of that voice finally appeared. It's just that he is covered with a black cloak, and his face is hidden in the shadows, which makes people look down on his true face. His voice suddenly deepened, as if he had been frozen in the cold ice, "Of course it will kill you." ”

"Please, please let me go." Hengyao's face was full of pleading. He can't die, he still has a wife, and a lovely son. He can't let his son be without a father, and he can't let his son be like him......

The demon cultivator frowned, a little disgusted by Hengyao's words. He walked towards Hengyao step by step.

That step by step seemed to step on the tip of Hengyao's heart, dragging his fear out and crushing it into pieces.

Zhuohua clenched his fists tightly, his eyes about to split. Her teeth bit her lower lip hard, and her lower lip turned white.

Sensing Zhuohua's strong mood swings, Ah Yao hurriedly spoke out to stop him, "Zhuohua, you calm down." He is much stronger than you, and you will be sent to death if you go out. ”

Zhuohua didn't understand this truth, but ...... She clenched her fists tightly, her eyes were empty for a moment, and her whole person was extremely weak.

"And have you forgotten what he did to you on the ship?" Ah Yao said as he pursued after the victory.

"Ah Yao......" Zhuohua's heart was quite helpless, it was different.

She thought of the gentle woman named Yan Shu, and the radiance of maternal love that radiated from her body when she talked about the unborn child at that time. She was a little chilly for Hengyao, but she didn't blame him, she knew that he just wanted to live.

There's nothing wrong with wanting to live.

It's just that she won't forgive him from her own point of view.

But......

"I'll fight with you!"

Heng Yao's sudden shouting pulled back Zhuo Hua's thoughts.

Perhaps knowing that the man would not let him go, Hengyao simply chose to risk his life to fight, after all, there would be no worse result.

The man didn't seem to care about Hengyao's attack in the slightest, as if it was just a painless little trick to him.

I saw him wave his hand slightly, and a wisp of demonic qi exuding black mist rushed towards Heng Yao, exuding an unpleasant aura.

Zhuohua only felt that the hairs around his body stood up, and his heart was full of resistance.

I saw that the demonic qi mercilessly smashed Hengyao's spiritual power to pieces. Then he rushed to Hengyao and wrapped him up.

Heng Yao's painful roar came from the demonic qi, and the sound was terrible, constantly impacting Zhuohua's eardrums.

Zhuohua's eyes widened, and she saw a hot, bloody heart fly out of the demonic qi and be held in the demon's hand.

The devil's hands were white, white as a piece of paper, and his long nails were pierced into the heart, and the bright red blood flowed down his fingers, blooming bewitching flowers on the ground.

The miserable white hand slowly lifted up, and then, stuffed the heart into the mouth of the owner of this hand.

From Zhuohua's angle, she could clearly see that her chin, which was as white as paper as her hand, had been dyed with a strange red at this time.