At this moment, no one dared to look at her.

Jiu Luo didn't know that in the eyes of everyone, her phoenix eyes were like the blood rendered into a painting on the hem of her clothes, dazzlingly red, and her murderous aura was like an undercurrent that could be seen everywhere in the East China Sea, lingering around everyone's body.

What's even more terrifying is that there is a faint flash of red light between her eyebrows, which makes it impossible to look directly.

The hairpin that pierced into her lower abdomen was still straight and straight there, as if it was growing on her. And she didn't even frown.

It's a demon!

All this is reminding the little fairy maids who have not been in war for thousands of years that the woman in front of them can't be provoked or provoked.

Meng Yao stared at Zhu Jiuluo, whose aura around her body was very different from before, and secretly screamed in her heart.

She's got a match.

Out of the corner of his eye, he glanced at Chun Cheng, who was stunned, and quietly raised a finger from the palm of his hand that was propped up on the ground, hooking the Qiankun bag that fell on the ground to the bottom of his hand.

"Put it down!" Jiu Luo felt Meng Yao's movements, raised his leg and kicked at her arm, Meng Yao had long expected her to make this move, neatly turned over to avoid Jiu Luo's attack, and took out a bracelet-sized jade ring from his arms.

"Set!" Yuhuan grew larger with her order and directly applied it to Jiu Luo's body, then shrunk again, tightly wrapped around Jiu Luo's slender waist, and fixed her in place.

Meng Yao snorted coldly, looked at the jade ring on Zhu Jiuluo's waist with a complicated expression, got up and dropped the unconscious Chuncheng without the slightest hesitation, and ran out of the prince's mansion.

There was an uproar at the base of the high-grade crystal wall.

"Meng Yao ran away!"

"Meng Yao left Chun Cheng and ran away!"

"Meng Yao left her sister Chuncheng who was waiting for her life and ran away shamelessly!"

"Meng Yao left her sister Chun Cheng who was waiting for her life, snatched the demon's Qiankun bag, and ran away shamelessly!"

A little fairy maid stared at the shortest little fairy maid next to her, who was rich in lines, and cast an admiring glance: "Aren't you tired of reading such a long sentence in one breath?"

The shortest little fairy girl rolled her eyes, crackled and recited a series of lines without breathing: "Meng Yao dropped her sister Chun Cheng who was waiting for her and snatched the Qiankun bag of the female demon left by Ling Bai Shangxian, so shameless!"

The immortals and maids collectively rolled their eyes: "Huh!"

Jiuluo looked at Meng Yao's fleeing back, wanting to break free from the jade ring and chase after him. Who knows, the more you struggle, the tighter the jade ring becomes.

In Qian Kun's bag, there is not only a peach that the monkey stole from Huaguo Mountain, but more importantly, there are relics left to her by her father.

If you lose your life, you can't lose your bag.

Jiu Luo seemed to be about to blow up. Helplessly, the jade ring tightened so that it could not move. She thought of luck and slashed it directly, and a dense sharp pain came from her abdomen. She bent over, drenched in cold sweat.

What a shitty thing is so scoundrel, as shameless as its owner.

"Water Snake Spirit, even if you escape to the Wuji Desert City, Lao Tzu will chase you back, tear it into pieces with your bare hands, sprinkle salt on each piece and fry it in the oil pot!"

Meng Yao, who ran out of the Prince's Mansion, only felt a chill down her spine, and her scalp almost exploded.

The sea area above the Prince's Mansion was instantly turbulent.

"Fool! It's better to say cruel things than to do cruel things! Don't chase after them!"

The familiar voice in the sea was commanding her condescendingly.

Jiu Luo only felt loose, and the jade ring slid from his waist to his ankle, turning into an ankle bracelet and staying on his left ankle.

She subconsciously wanted to get rid of it, but found that her body was restored.

Without the slightest hesitation, Jiu Luo ignored the blood flowing from the wound, and instantly regarded himself as an off-string flying arrow shot at the bull's-eye, chasing in the direction of Meng Yao's escape.