Wang Fuyao's muscles tightened, looking at Yun Zhongjun who had been hiding for so long in disbelief, and then at Wang Xiaotao, who was standing in front of them with a light and breezy look, she gritted her teeth, "Wang Xiaotao!" You ······ You! ”

"How did you end up like this!"

Wang Xiaotao snorted coldly, stepped forward, and grabbed the Heaven Cutting Sword that Wang Fuyao was about to unsheath, "I didn't become like this, Fuyao, I've always been like this!" ”

Wang Fuyao no longer hesitated, carrying Li Jiu on his back, pinching the trick in his hand, turning around and leaving!

But she didn't even look at Wang Xiaomoss with such a small insect carving skill, how could she escape Yun Zhongjun's control.

At the moment when Wang Fuyao turned around, the water droplets in the sky rushed towards him, and under the light of the rain and clear light, it seemed to be painted with a faint black, revealing a strange and dangerous smell.

The rain rained like ten thousand arrows, piercing through Wang Fuyao's armor and flesh when she turned around.

Wang Fu snorted, a trace of blood overflowed from the corner of her mouth, her kneecap was smashed into pieces by two drops of black rain, and the spiritual power in her body flowed wildly, trying to make up for such a violent injury.

This wind and rain only swayed Wang Fu's teeth and claws, and opened his sharp teeth, but when they fell on Wang Xiaotao's body, they seemed extremely gentle, as if it was just a simple rain.

And Li Jiuyan, who is close to Wang Fuyao, can't blow any wind and rain at all.

He was properly hidden.

After Yun Zhongjun received Wang Xiaotao's message, his real body went to this place in person, and he did not hesitate to torture this annoying woman with the most cruel punishment in the world.

In the first life, it was this lowly low-level demon clan who let the master out.

In the second life, this woman married Shizun, so that Shizun still remembered her in the water village and refused to give in.

In the third life, they were still husband and wife, he thought they were just acting on the spot, but they dared to fake it.

It's ridiculous.

Just ants dare to covet the bright moon of the nine days.

How could such a noble person as Shizun be in collusion with such a mortal.

Wang Fuyao fell to his knees, his face was ugly, his lips and teeth were bleeding, and his face was pale.

Yun Zhongjun's expression became more and more elegant and complacent, he opened his palm, aimed at Wang Fuyao and slowly pressed down.

The pouring spiritual pressure made Wang Fuyao's internal organs vibrate, and she could feel that her internal organs were slowly rupturing, flowing black juice, such a wound was difficult to heal, not to mention that her wound was still growing.

But even if she was suffering like this, she still stood between Yun Zhongjun and Li Jiuyan, and even blocked Li Jiujun's face to prevent Yun Zhongjun from seeing him.

They snuggle up together like this, but they are really like a pair of outlaw mandarin ducks, and they are deeply in love.

Yun Zhongjun and Wang Xiaotao, who are standing on the back, are the worst villains in the play.

They are so close, Li Jiuyan didn't let go of Wang Fuyao's clothes even if he fainted, he was lying on Wang Fuyao's back, obviously embarrassed, not full of food and clothing, his spiritual power was exhausted, and his meridians were almost dry, but his expression was peaceful, as if he had a lifelong dependence.

Yun Zhongjun's warm and good-looking face finally collapsed, and under the white hair was a water moon Guanyin, a fairy and handsome face, but at this time, this bewildering skin was a little cold and treacherous.

His gaze fell coldly on Wang Fuyao's body.

Beside him, Wang Xiaotao also looked down at them, and the shadows cast by his eyelashes cut on his face, like a crack made of white jade, more like a damaged statue.

Yun Zhongjun took a step forward, raised his right hand lightly, did not touch Wang Fuyao, and used his spiritual power, and easily lifted Li Jiutong, who was hiding behind Wang Fuyao, and he gently put Li Jiuyan, who was frowning and still fainting, on the dry ground on the side.

Wang Xiaotao was very discerning and spread three or four layers of soft gold pads on the ground.

When Yun Zhongjun put down Li Jiuyan, Wang Xiaotao also covered her dear senior brother with a layer of cloud brocade quilt very intimately, trying to make Li Jiuyan lie down comfortably and warmly.

From beginning to end, Wang Fuyao could only watch Li Jiuyan leave him, and watched Yun Zhongjun walk towards him step by step with a cold murderous aura.

He's not here to kill himself.

What a character Yun Zhongjun is, it only takes a moment for him to kill himself, or even a moment.

At the moment, he still has his life alive, just to torture himself.

He would watch the king wail and beg for mercy and hiss, and kneel like a dog on the ground and beg for his forgiveness and admit his mistakes.

Just as he had done to that low-level demon.

He wants to crush anyone who dares to offend his majesty and covet Li Jiuyan into the dust.

Wang Fuyao foresaw her upcoming tragic fate, which was predictable and painful, but she was unwilling to close her eyes and bear such a fate, she opened her eyes wide, staring at the elegant Yun Zhongjun, she wanted to see his face clearly, see his expression clearly, his movements.

Even in the next life, you can't forget it.

'Poof'

It was the sound of flesh being pierced.

'Poof'

It's flesh that's pierced again.

'Tick'

Thick blood dripped to the ground.

The air suddenly froze, and there was a dead silence around them, and everything suddenly fell into an eerie silence.

It's like something horrible has happened.

Yun Zhongjun's neck stiffened, like a broken clockwork of a mechanism doll, and he slowly turned his head, his gaze fell on the place he had just left.

On the woven gold cushion, on the cloud-like soft futon, Li Jiuyan was already lying on it lifelessly, his chest and abdomen was a clear fist hole, the broken bones and flesh in it were clearly visible, and black blood clots continued to penetrate down from the wound.

The weaving gold cushions are of good quality, receiving such a large amount of blood and flesh without letting them flow outside.

Maybe it's still raining, and there's not even a smell of blood in the air.

Yun Zhongjun intimately shielded this piece of heaven and earth from the wind and rain.

So much so that he could clearly hear the soft sound of pools of dirty blood falling from Wang Xiaotao's fist to the ground.

Yun Zhongjun is the god of the Nine Heavens high above, the king of the clouds, even if his body is destroyed, he has a way to restore these flesh and bones to their original state, or even more than before.

But now he was trembling, and he only felt that his heart and soul had been cut open with a knife.

What scared him the most was not that Wang Xiaotao pierced Li Jiuyan's flesh and blood with one punch, but that Wang Xiaotao grabbed the pale Yuan Shen from Li Jiuyan's Dan Mansion.

Tightly clutched in Wang Xiaotao's bloody hands was Li Jiuyan's primordial spirit.

"Fuyao, do you want to die?"

Li Jiu cultivated swords on weekdays, and when he was an immortal in his first life, he also relied on a sword to break through the void and become a god, and he was not good at the cultivation of soul primordial gods, so his primordial gods were extremely fragile, and once they were shattered, Yun Zhongjun did not have the confidence to fight them all back.

Wang Xiaotao pinched the Yuan Shen in her hand with great interest, soft, like a loose earthy texture, she raised her deep, calm eyes like an ancient spring in the deep mountains and old forests, and smiled, "Of course I don't want to die, Yun Zhongjun, I'm helping you." ”

"Even if I want to die······ Do you dare to kill me? ”

Wang Xiaotao smiled and grabbed Li Jiuyan's Yuan Shen with her fingers, that group of Yuan Shen was weak and weak, and it would burst immediately if she pinched it like this. (End of chapter)