"Poof~!" The red blood knife sank into Mo Hua's heart, Mo Xiaomo raised his head stiffly, and looked at Mo Hua who was smiling at her.

"Ahh~! Boy, you're still too tender, old man,...... Cough~! ”

"Poof~!" Mo Hua spun around and stabbed the old demon with a backhand sword. The old devil obviously didn't expect that Mo Hua still had the strength to stab a backhand again, and the arrogant smile hung a little stiffly on the corner of his mouth.

Looking at the stunned girl, Mo Hua raised his hand a little weakly and stroked Mo Xiaomo's pale face. wanted to speak, Fang opened his mouth, but choked out a mouthful of blood. "Ahem~, ahem......"

A few drops of blood spilled on her forehead, hot and hot. Mo Xiaomo had a momentary shaking of his head, as if there was some sudden straight jump, was it his heart?

She shook her head, her head a little wooden, and looked at Mo Hua, whose face was blue and purple. Some were at a loss: "Don't speak, I'll help you pull out this knife, it won't hurt very much." You can't bear it......" shook his hand, wanting to hold the handle of the knife, but Mo Hua reached out and held it down. "Don't touch it, the demonic energy is too heavy, and it will be ...... Burns! Ahem~..."

"What then?!" Mo Xiaomo looked anxiously at Mo Hua lying on the ground, not knowing what to do.

I saw the blood demon spit out a mouthful of thick black blood, stared at the big eyes of the copper bell, and said viciously: "Hahaha~!" You, you boy, won't make it to life. The demonic qi is in the heart, except for the grass, no one can solve it, hahaha...... "His eyes flashed, and he saw the silver-haired young man standing in the air at some point, he laughed arrogantly and paused and pointed at Houqing: "You kid, last time I stole no grass, the old man failed to ......" Before he finished speaking, he was burned clean by the fire that fell from his head.

The flesh and blood around the blood knife had begun to simmer and rot, and Mo Xiaomo was really panicked.

Is it because of her that she is going to die again? She grabbed Mo Hua's hot and cold hand, and said nothing: "No grass? No grass, no leafy grass. Hearing the blood demon's words before she died, she looked up and saw the silver-haired Hou Qing in Xuanyi, his clothes flying, looking straight at her.

"Mo Hua, bear with me, Master has no roots, I'll go and ask Master, you must hold on~!"

She stumbled up to the clouds, as if grasping a life-saving straw, and pulled Hou Qing's sleeve: "Master, help, save Mo Hua, he can't die!" Hou Qing didn't speak, but looked at her quietly. Mo Xiaomo was chilled by Hou Qing's cold gaze, but Mo Hua can't die, he should live!

Before Hou Qing could speak, two figures crossed the dark and gloomy sky, and when he got closer, he was dressed in pink, his face was still pale and swaying, and Ying Long was far behind.

Seeing that it was the Fuyao Fairy, Mo Xiaomo lowered his gaze, grabbed the hand on Hou Qing's cuff, and tightened it. I only heard it, and before I got to the front of me, a soft voice came from a distance, which made Mo Xiao Moergen itch: "God, God, your injuries are not healed, why don't you rest well, how can you work so hard?" ”

Listening to what the Fuyao Fairy said, Hou Qing seems to be seriously injured? She hurriedly stepped forward and grabbed Hou Qing's hand: "Did I use the medicine I gave to Kuafu?" Where is the injury, is it serious? I ......" Before he finished speaking, he was thrown away by Hou Qing's expressionless sleeves.

When the figure of Fuyao fell in front of them, his eyes glanced at the scarlet girl who was thrown away by Hou Qing rather vaguely. The corners of his mouth lifted a slight hint of mockery, then he raised his eyes and looked at Hou Qing and said, "God, I'll help you go back." As soon as the words fell, he wanted to step forward, but was separated by the enchantment that Hou Qing raised his hand to erect.

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