Chapter Forty-Eight: The Night King Becomes Roast Suckling Pig

She didn't show the slightest fear or cowardice until the last moment, just quietly looked at the crazy man in front of her.

Xuan Mo's heart was occupied by dark power at the moment, his eyes were like a pitch-black abyss, black juice was intertwined and dancing wildly under his eyes, instantly clinging to his arm and extending forward frantically, and he also wanted to attach Han Xiaoxi's skin.

However, with the barrier of [Lost Miracle], these dark forces cannot be further approached.

There was grief and desolation in Han Xiaoxi's eyes, she gently raised her slender and thin arm, stroked his side face, the sharp edges and corners of her face were so handsome, she pulled out a miserable smile on her lips and said.

"Why can't you do it? ”

Her determined tone surprised Xuan Mo even more, if it was the unicorn just now, it had long since disappeared.

She is the only one who is willing to bear his anger like this, to tolerate his irritability and anger.

"Why don't you go?"

Xuan Mo's dark eyes quickly regained their clarity, quickly dispelling the gloom, and regaining his usual calm, but he had no intention of letting go.

The stiff ten fingers blocked the flow of blood, Han Xiaoxi's neck was tightly bound, and she was a little difficult to breathe, but she still didn't show the slightest fear.

"You saved me, and I can't leave you alone. ”

Han Xiaoxi's face turned red from shortness of breath, but his tone was an understatement.

"Just because of this?"

Xuan Mo seemed to have doubts, and now he didn't trust anyone at all!

Han Xiaoxi saw the doubt in his eyes and repeated it again.

"If you don't believe me, then kill me. ”

Xuan Mo's fingers slowly tightened, but the corners of his mouth still twitched slightly, and his fierce eyes crossed his eyes until they became silent in the dark.

"That's how you want to die?"

Han Xiaoxi let out a chuckle, and the strange laughter echoed in the cool air, colliding with the surrounding walls, making a subtle echo.

"If I die at your hands, I will pay you back. ”

"You know everything?"

Only then did Xuan Mo hear the meaning of Han Xiaoxi's words, it turned out that Huo Jing was talkative, and told her about secretly crossing the spirit and helping her repair the seal.

"Why are you saving me. ”

Now that Han Xiaoxi already knew, there was no need to continue to intimidate her, Xuan Mo let go of his fingers and let her sit straight on the ground.

He looked condescendingly at the woman on the ground, her embarrassed little face with a few drops of dirt, but he didn't care at all.

Xuan Mo wanted to lean over and pull her up, but he didn't think about it, this woman was so bold that she pulled herself straight over.

On this damp stone floor, Han Xiaoxi's legs and feet were lightly forced, and he turned over and sat on Xuan Mo's body, quickly gathering the weaving mist on his fingertips and covering Xuan Mo's eyes.

"What are you doing?"

"Shhhh ”

Han Xiaoxi easily tied his arms together, I am afraid that she is the only one in the world who dares to do this to the Night King.

Losing his vision and physical touch, Xuanmo fell into endless darkness, but he could still smell the slightest fragrance on Han Xiaoxi's body, which was fresh and pleasant and intoxicating.

Han Xiaoxi didn't want Xuan Mo to make a sound, so he pouted softly in front of his lips.

This very charming behavior is like licking blood on the tip of a knife, and dancing wildly on the bottom line of Xuanmo's patience.

She twisted her waist casually, and her long hair like ink fell down, gently covering Xuanmo's skin. A delicate physical contact was triggered, and such a simple touch had already set off a raging fire, enough to burn the entire hall to the ground.

At the right time, he also stroked his dry thin lips with his fingertips, and caused a sensual tremor with his delicate fingertips.

The thin weaving mist was injected into Xuan Mo's lips, and because there was too much touching at close range, Xuan Mo couldn't distinguish it subtly.

Han Xiaoxi had a weird smile on the corner of her mouth, but now Xuan Mo couldn't observe her expression at all.

However, there is a price to be paid for playing with fire in this way.

Han Xiaoxi confidently thought that such a simple restraint could bind Xuan Mo, but in fact, the Night King's ability was much stronger than she imagined.

"Xuanmo ......"

She also wanted to take the next step in the plan, Xuan Mo had already quickly broken free, although he did not dispel the fog on his eyes, but with his extraordinary hearing, he could still easily identify Han Xiaoxi's location, turned over and pressed her under her accurately, carefully controlling his weight to prevent himself from pressing the other party.

"Shut up. ”

It was his cold language again, and he wantonly gave orders, so that Han Xiaoxi must obey them.

Why?

She was about to challenge herself, and she raised her hand to condense the weaving fog and wanted to hit it, and then her wrist was controlled by Xuanmo.

The vision is temporarily blocked, and it can be attacked so quickly.

However, this was just a feint, Han Xiaoxi's long legs went up, intending to kick and strike, and the thick weaving fog exposed the signs of her movements.

Xuan Mo hurriedly retreated a few meters to dodge the deadly attack, and Han Xiaoxi got up, but he didn't expect that this gap would be the time when the flaws were exposed.

The next time she dodged, Xuan Mo was already standing firmly behind Han Xiaoxi, and the sharp scythe was already pressing close to her neck.

"After all, I lost to you. ”

Han Xiaoxi said with a smile, and the fog weaving seeds that were secretly planted were secretly sprouting.

I thought that Xuanmo was going to finish her neatly.

Xuan Mo easily dissolved the fog in front of him, then put away the sharp scythe, and wrapped his solid arms around her waist, hugging her from behind so affectionately.

Xuan Mo buried his face in her long inky hair, and gently wiped the dirt off her face with his fingers.

"Thank you. ”

Thank you for not being scared away by me when I needed it most.

It is not easy for him to say these three words with his temper, and naturally he will not say the words completely.

"Well, I want five hundred gold. ”

Han Xiaoxi pointed to the red marks on his neck, looking like a lion opening his mouth.

"Five hundred gold, are you crazy?" Xuan Mo questioned helplessly, and then gently kissed the bleeding wound with his lips, you must know that the wound left by the death sickle is difficult to heal, although five hundred gold is more expensive, but it is not impossible to give.

"This time I'm crazy for you. ”

Han Xiaoxi's soft voice seemed to have a trick at the heartstrings, kneading Xuan Mo's heart repeatedly, and he could no longer leave this gentle country.

"I'll let the unicorn send it over tomorrow. ”

Xuan Mo said with a chuckle, and the hug tightened a little more.

"I have a gift for you. ”

Han Xiaoxi took out a letter from his arms, and the letter had an address written on it.

Xuan Mo took the envelope and opened it, and his body froze directly in place.

"How do you know?"

"I have my way, this is the residence of the second disciple under the Jizo Throne, he has close contact with the Liuyun faction in private, I am afraid that he leaked the secret of the cultivation of spiritual grass. ”

Han Xiaoxi turned around and stretched out his hand, and said one last word to Xuan Mo.

"Xuanmo, let's go. ”

After the baptism of spiritual power, the moon-white skirt was restored to its smoothness.

The deep ravine on the ground was also filled in instantly, and Xuan Mo took her plain white little hand, and with a flick of her other hand, the hall was quickly restored to its original state.

The candle flame was still flickering softly, as if nothing had happened.

Compared with the love and sweetness here, it is not so sweet here.

She hissed, as if her newborn muscles had not fully recovered, and every movement felt like she had taken her whole body apart and reassembled.

"Don't move. ”

The tall gray-clothed man in front of him wore a large hat, and the veil covered most of his body, leaving only the magnetic voice flooding the air, with warmth.

"Wild King, Princess Yu'er is fine. ”

"Let's go down first. ”

"Wild King ......"

She endured the pain of the spikes, and finally sat up, and her forehead was already covered with beads of sweat.

"Yes, Wild King. The beast king of the demon clan, known as the wild king, meets the princess of Yan'er. ”

She looked the man in front of her up and down, and couldn't see his face clearly, only to see that his arms were all tied with thick bandages, and he seemed to be seriously injured.

"Yewang, did you save me?"

Mi'er raised her bright eyes and looked at this seemingly rough man, but in fact delicate and gentle.

"Yes. Considering the princess's injury, the princess has not yet been sent back to heaven. ”

"My father, the king...... Have you sent someone to look for me?"

The expression of the man named Yewang was slightly embarrassed, to say that the Emperor of Heaven didn't send someone to look for him at all?

"Indeed, no. ”

The wild king paused, but still told Ming'er.

"No way, you're probably lying to me. ”

"Lie to you, my wild king is a dignified demon clan beast king, it is impossible to deceive others, princess, don't insult me, although the demon clan is not a famous nobleman, it is not as precious as the blood of the heavenly court, but this bit of integrity is still there!"

The wild king's words really directly stuck the knife in Chen'er's heart, causing her spiritual power to fluctuate greatly, and shattering everything in the house that could be broken.

Yan'er's body is the daughter of the Emperor of Heaven, and her tolerance and tolerance of spiritual power are much stronger, coupled with the long-lasting irrigation of the spiritual spring, her spiritual power has also increased by leaps and bounds.

A simple fluctuation of emotions can destroy everything in the house.

"Princess, please stop your anger!"

Seeing that Mi'er was angry, the wild king hurriedly knelt down and asked for forgiveness, hoping not to implicate his own people.

It's all your own wishful thinking......

"Well, I'm angry. Did you catch the unicorn?"

She only cares about the success of her plan, and doesn't care about anything else.

"Yes, it has been locked in an iron prison, Princess Yu'er can rest assured. ”

"Iron Prison...... Okay, there's one more thing I need you to do for me. ”

Princess Yu'er had a plan, this plan had to be done magnificently, and it was great to have the help of the wild king.

"The princess commanded that the wild king should do his best to assist. ”

The wild king not only wants to rely on the rights and status of the concubine to raise the treatment of the demon clan, but also has a little selfishness, if he can become a heavenly concubine, what kind of glory is this?

"Good. ”

Suddenly understood.

All of this is the best arrangement.

Chance encounters are just for follow-up stratagems, and everything that can be used must be used.

One day, she can be loved by her father.