Chapter 7: The Jade Falling Pool

Even the face with no facial features doesn't look so terrible at this time.

Before he could breathe a sigh of relief, he was suddenly dragged out of the bed and hugged him horizontally.

She only felt a chill all over her body, and then she realized that she was not wearing an inch!

She gritted her teeth and remained silent. It's better not to give her a chance, otherwise, she won't be able to torture you!

Mo Zun was hot all over, and he gently pulled his skin against his skin, a very fragrant and glamorous picture.

He was silent, hugged the phoenix and walked to the edge of Qiongchi with a few steps, and without saying a word, he casually threw her into Qiongchi.

"Whoa---"

The jade-colored falling pool, raising a huge purple splash, Huang Qingwan only felt a buzzing sound, and was instantly submerged in the boundless sea of blood.

Rub, if you want to kill her, say hello first, okay?

When she opened her eyes, her body was weak and weak, and the strong smell of blood rushed into her nose and even every pore of her body, swelling and pain like a knife, and it seemed that she would explode and die in the next second!

Huang gritted his teeth, desperately swiped his limbs, and fought in the bloody rain and bloody wind, knives and guns in the forest for more than ten years, how could he easily die here?

Mo Zun stood coldly by the Qiong Pond, his skin was flawless and unblemished, like ancient jade.

The orange candlelight swayed on him, and his sturdy and slender body emitted a faint layer of light.

It looks warm, but it's cold.

On the delicate contoured face, although there are no facial features, it makes people feel that in this world, there are no exquisite facial features that can be worthy of such a body and such a face.

He stood on the edge of the Qiong Pond so coldly, staring at the figure struggling in the bottomless Qiong Pond.

Jiu's orchid fragrance can be ruthless......

This woman, even if she doesn't decay in his Qiong Chi in an instant, will definitely die of anger in a short time.

Is that all there is to it when the witch summoned her?

He still had a little hope, really, really disappointed.

Hum......

In the Qiong Pond, the more Huang Qingwan struggled, the heavier her body became like lead, and she couldn't exert half of her strength, and invisibly, there seemed to be a big mountain, which suppressed her fiercely below, making her breathless.

Endless cold, blood, poured in from all sides, drowning her in dark despair.

Her red eyes were cold, and she tried her best to stay awake, she couldn't die, absolutely not!

How could she, a strong man standing at the top of the twenty-first century, die so easily?

In those dark red eyes, a cold light appeared, and Huang Qingwan almost used all his strength to clench his fists fiercely.

The nails sink into the palm of the hand, piercing the flesh, flowing out a touch of red, the faint blood is integrated into the purple wine pool, and the blood is suddenly gone, in the purple wine pool, there seems to be something, along the wound of her palm, all of them are sucked into her body, and the phoenix suddenly feels a lot more relaxed, and then, it is an inexhaustible source of abundant power.

The red eyes were cold, and the phoenix pulled it lightly and with a slight force, it broke out of the pool.

The black hair was flamboyant, flying into the air, with a jade-like body, but the killing intent was revealed.

As soon as the hand was raised, a red yarn around Qiongchi flew into the air, but in the blink of an eye, the phoenix was lightly wrapped all over the body, and the graceful posture loomed, making people reverie infinitely.

With cold eyes, she casually probed, and a candlestick closest to her flew over, and was gently held in her hand.