Zilan's eyes widened angrily, her expression was fierce, and the muscles on her face were all **.

Zilan: "People, you dare to be a human being?"

Zilan Wan'er smiled: "Ah, don't forget, you too." ”

Hearing this, Zilan slapped the table and rushed towards the peach demon.

In order to maintain his image as a "good person" in front of the peach demon, Aman had to pretend to say something and stop, and had to step aside.

Zilan attacked quickly, and the peach demon could barely defend it. The two fought back and forth a few times, although Zilan had the upper hand, the peach demon dodged quickly and did not suffer any injuries.

Zilan whispered, "You have to die." ”

The peach demon eased his spirit, "It's a hundred times to die, but I feel ashamed to die in the hands of someone like you!"

Zilan once again rushed forward viciously to make a move, perhaps because she had reserved her skills before, or maybe she was angered by the words of the peach demon. The shot was fast, very, and accurate, and gradually, the peach demon was a little physically exhausted, and in addition to the fork, he was hit by Zilan in the ribs with a palm.

The peach demon knelt on the ground, his left hand touched his left ribs, and the pain and numbness in his heart quickly spread throughout his body. She really had a hard time standing up.

Zilan walked up to the peach demon, and the peach demon didn't want to look up at her.

Aman also stepped forward, matched Zilan's color, and squatted down to help her.

Aman: "How are you?"

The peach demon shook off Aman's hand, and Aman's eyes instantly became vicious.

Zilan said: "Stand up, aren't you quite capable of fighting?"

The peach demon squeezed out a smile: "Heh, it seems that the flying hunting injury is not serious enough for you, so quickly, your skills have recovered so much." ”

Hearing this, Zilan stepped on the right hand that the peach demon used to support the ground to maintain the balance of her body.

The peach demon wanted to stretch out her hand, but she stepped on it too tightly and couldn't move.

Peach Demon: "Ah......hh

Zilan gritted her teeth and smiled: "Does it hurt? Compared to the injuries I suffered, it is simply not worth mentioning!"

Zilan increased the strength on her feet, stepped on the peach demon's hand, and twisted back and forth fiercely.

The peach demon used her left hand to hang on her right wrist, but her body lost her balance, she fell to the ground, and the pain under her ribs hit again. She couldn't help but shout, "Ah!"

Zilan laughed: "Hahahahahahahahaha

Aman said: "Sister Zilan, for the sake of her being a wood demon manager, let her go?"

Although Oman's voice was full of sincerity, he was very worried. But the peach demon couldn't see it, and when Aman said this, the expression on his face was a careless.

Zilan snorted coldly and withdrew her foot. The peach demon's right hand was trampled red, painful and numb, and it hurt even more if she bent her fingers.

The peach demon grabbed her right wrist with her left hand, and her right hand was still **, but she couldn't pant for breath, otherwise it would cause pain under her ribs.

She thought to herself: maybe a few ribs were broken......

Zilan squatted down and said, "Come on, come on, you do it again, die in my hands, is there any shame?"

The peach demon pursed his lips and said word by word: "It's a shame!"

Zilan pinched the peach demon's chin with her right hand, making her eyes meet her own.

Zilan looked at the beads of sweat oozing from the peach demon's forehead, and had a cat's crying and fake compassion expression: "Yo...... Why is this sweating so much? Isn't it too hot? Aman, why don't you take out your handkerchief and wipe the sweat for the Wood Demon Steward?"

The peach demon looked at Aman, only to see Aman frowning, taking out his handkerchief and squatting in front of him.

Oman hesitated: "Die young...... You...... You just admit your mistake...... You admit your mistake, Sister Zilan and the Demon Queen, uncertain...... Maybe I'll let you go?"

The peach demon squeezed out a smile: "Admit my mistake? If I admit my mistake, I will have to live under the noses of these people in the future! I will not admit my mistake, not to mention, it is to admit my mistake!"

Zilan's hand suddenly slid to the peach demon's throat, and then increased the strength of his hand, pinching the peach demon gradually out of breath.

Peach Demon: "Ahem...... Ah......h

Zilan showed a hideous smile, and Aman took the handkerchief in his hand, stood up, and watched quietly.

The peach demon looked at Aman, the kind of eyes that seemed to pierce Aman's whole person, so that Aman didn't dare to look directly and turned away.

Unexpectedly, when I turned around, I saw a flying hunt sitting on the wall.

Oman exclaimed, "Flying Hunting...... Lord Hunter?"

When Zilan heard this, a wave of fear surged in her heart, and she immediately let go of her hand like an electric shock. Stand up and look behind you.

The peach demon collapsed to the ground. She didn't seem to have the strength to breathe. The backs of Zilan and Aman in front of them have become more and more blurred, and the familiar and safe figure sitting steadily on the wall is gradually disappearing.

The expression on Flying Hunter's face was cold like he had never been.

Aman was very flustered, did it see it? Although he didn't make a move to the peach demon, he didn't save him when he saw death, was he seen it?

Aman ** spoke: "Lord Flying Hunter, Lord Flying Hunter, what are you ...... Die ...... her"

Zilan glanced at the peach demon behind her, who was not moving, or even breathing, and was very worried.

The Flying Hunter jumped down from the wall, and as he passed through Oman, a cold wind blew, and Oman instantly shook.

Flying Hunt squatted down and tried the peach demon's snort with his hand, but he couldn't feel it, maybe it was really too weak. He reached out again to touch the artery in the peach demon's neck.

It's okay, it's okay, it's still beating.

Flying Hunt said lightly: "If you dare to go, I will dare to kill the demon queen's hall." ”

Aman and Zilan were shocked, and somehow, their legs didn't seem to work, they couldn't take a step, and the two of them seemed to be nailed to the spot.

Flying Hunt carried the peach demon into the room, put it on the bed, and gave her a few holes, so that the remaining breath in her body would no longer be consumed, and at least her life would be saved.

After ordering the hole, the flying hunter came to the courtyard. Aman was still standing there, but Zilan was gone.

Flying Hunter said, "She's gone?"

Aman turned his head, his eyes welling with tears, and his hands clutched the handkerchief.

She has never been so afraid of a person getting angry, even if it is a demon king, she is not so afraid, the big deal is death. But he is a flying hunter, and in Oman's heart, it is full of him. She couldn't see Feilie frowning, let alone being angry this time, there was her share in it.

If in his heart, he doesn't even have this status, then her heart is really dead.

With tears in his eyes, Aman stepped forward and tugged at the sleeves of the Flying Hunter with both hands: "Lord Flying Hunter...... Don't be angry, it's Zilan who has to come to settle accounts with Yaoyao, I wanted to do it for Yaoyao...... But...... But I can't do it......"

Flying Hunter glanced at her, "That's really bothering you?"

Aman shook his head vigorously: "No...... Lord Flyer, I really didn't want to kill me, can you believe me...... Do you believe me?"

Flying Hunter shook off Aman's hand, and with a flick of his arm, he ripped open the wound on his left waist that was stabbed by a piece of bone.

Aman fell to the ground, clutching her wound, and the pain of the wound tearing again was unbearable for her.

Oman: "Ah......"

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