Go Through My Demon Host

  Chapter 3889 The villains who want to get rid of me fall in love with me (38)

   A low, cold voice echoed in the air, and the sky echoed, threw a sound, and fell clearly in everyone's ears, and ruthlessly tore the last fig leaf.

   provoked the anger of those self-proclaimed righteous people, and jumped out, the sword's edge was rushing towards the white.

   "Witch, take your life!"

Not long ago,    was dyed with white, which merged the two absolute music scores of the upper and lower parts into one. Today, it happens to use blood to sacrifice the chasing flute.

  The white clothes fluttering, the eyebrows are without waves, the eyes are like cold stars, the jade flute is erected, and the jade flute is raised against the lips, the low and quiet sound of the flute comes out, deserted and desolate, as if it contains countless depressed killing intent——

  Stab her long sword.

  Three inches away from the center of the eyebrows, breaking apart without warning!

  The shattering blade was reflected in every pair of shocked eyes.

  The man holding the sword had no time to react. As the closest person to the white, his eardrum was almost shattered by the sound of the flute, his internal organs were shifting, and his bones were split every inch.

  He fell heavily on the ground before he even let out a scream, arousing dust on the ground, wide-eyed, staring at him, blood flowing from the seven orifices, weird and terrifying!

  This look is too horrified, everyone can't help but marvel at the terrifying lethality of the soul chaser, and at the same time, it is even more inevitable to win such a holy thing, and they all attack Ranbai!

  The air is torn, the wind is rustling, and there is murderous intent.

  The white-clothed girl has indifferent eyebrows, holding a flute, like a divine residence.

  Feng Youyou was shocked and startled by the man who had died. Knowing that he was unable to use force, he quietly stepped aside, staring bitterly at Dye Bai, and his eyes were about to split.

  Hunhunxiao belongs to her! It was Yanbai who snatched it from her!

   "Kill her! Kill her!" Feng Youyou screamed.

  For a time, swords and swords shadows, **** and cruel.

  The white clothing has almost become a shadow, which will never be touched. The flute sound is condescending, like a magical sound, more and more people are bleeding from their orifices, their internal organs are shattered, and they fall to the ground without a glance.

  No one noticed a black figure, lonely and thin, holding a long sword, and swiftly and sternly resolved all those who tried to get close to the white, blood splashed on the boy's face, dark eyes like a pool of stagnant water.

  It's like, no one will notice the shadow.

  The originally desolate and cold mountains were stained with blood, reflecting the setting sun.

A soft voice came from nowhere, the laughter was low and dumb, and seemed to contain a happy and **** mood. The low laughter gradually turned into an enthusiastic laugh, Zhang Kuangxie reverberating in the air, coming from all directions— —

  "Who! Who is it?!" This laughter came from a weird evil spirit. Seeing more and more people fall down and blood splashed on their bodies, many people began to panic and shouted.

   "Be careful behind you." The careless voice came with a kind reminder, the tone was lazy and dark, and strangely playful, and fell lightly.

  Everyone was frightened, and the moment they turned around, their heads separated from their bodies in an instant! Grumblingly fell to the ground and rolled several times, rubbing against the dust, blood flowed, and then his body fell heavily to the ground!

  The scene is **** to the extreme, making it difficult to follow.

  Everyone was horrified, and they moved closer in horror, only to see a blood-colored figure lazily leaning on a large branch, the red dress was full of blood-colored brilliance, half of the figure was hidden in the lush branches and leaves.

  When the shadow fell, one leg bent and stepped on the tree trunk, freely and freely, holding a folding fan in his hand, his slender hand was a bit whiter than ivory, and it was pale and sick against the red clothes.

He smiled and looked at them, his exquisite and handsome face appeared in the eyes of everyone from the shadows, the thrilling beauty was also stained with blood, and his white teeth were white, showing a light and playful smile, like a hunter teasing and running away. The prey, like a cat watching the shivering mouse.

   "Everyone, I have been waiting for a long time."

  The red figure fell from the sky, with a graceful demeanor, a low voice and a pleasant voice, but it was heard by everyone but like a devil.

  The sound of the wind hunts and hunts, accompanied by the clothes fluttering, blood splashes three feet, everyone around him instantly separates their corpses, and can't look at them! The screams and shouts were mixed together.

  Can't even see how he shot, so he has fallen down.

   "Blood Palace!!!" Someone screamed in horror, his eyes were splitting, "He is the Lord of Blood Palace!"

  He is dressed in a red dress with a prosperous face and a stunning beauty.

The scene was chaotic, blood was flowing into a river, and the sound of the wind whizzed past. Chu Zhouzhi didn't care about the clown's shout. He looked at the white figure standing on the eaves in the distance. His thin red lips evoked an unexpected and soft smile, and his lingering affection made people sink. , The most windy person, Taohua eyes with a gentle smile, gracefully holding the folding fan, stretched out her hand to her, and whispered, "Little Jiu'er."

  The sound of flute is constant and exciting. It stands on the flute dyed in white, leaping down from the eaves, and the white clothes are fluttering.

  Seeing more and more people falling down, and the blood flowing to Feng Youyou's feet, she finally realized that something was wrong, her face looked at the long Yuli figure with a hideous and distorted face.

How can it be! !

  How could that person be the Lord of the Blood Palace!

  Feng Youyou knows everything about the Jueyin Pavilion. However, the so-called collusion with the cult is only a reasonable reason that Liang Junshang found to deceive the world, but now, Yanbai is actually involved in the cult. It is the palace lord——!

  Feng Youyou pinched the palm of his hand fiercely, and still couldn't feel the pain when his fingertips were stuck in the palm of his hand. He stared at the majestic figure of that man in a dazed manner.

  A long flute.

  A folding fan.

  Blood flows into a river.

   There are screams everywhere, the setting sun on the horizon is like blood, and half of the sky is dyed red, and the corpses are everywhere, shocking.

  The sound of the flute gradually faded, the mountains and plains returned to silence, the sun finally set, and the evening clouds had closed.

  After the situation became clear, Fifteen Hundred and Seed looked at the girl's figure in the crowd, only daring to take a look, for fear that the other party would find out that he knew that she didn't want to see him, so he could only follow silently, as long as she was okay...

  The young man turned pale, his eyes were quiet, and he turned and left.

  Under the sound of the flute, only Feng Youyou remained alive. She was suffering from torture, rolling all over the floor, screaming hoarse with her fingers on the ground, and the flute stopped and she was dying.

  She saw the white figure slowly walking towards her, with the most real fear in her eyes, she wanted to step back, but she had no strength anymore.

  Ranbai stopped in front of Feng Youyou condescendingly, raised her foot lightly and stepped on Feng Youyou's heart. The white boots rolled over casually, and she calmly asked, "Want to die?"

  Feng Youyou thought that Ranbai was going to kill her, and shook her head in tears, crying embarrassedly: "I was wrong, I... don't kill me, don't kill me, I don't want to die!"

  White dyed her long eyelashes, staring at her for a long while, her pupils were deep and cold, and the dusk behind her was dim. The cold wind suddenly started and stepped on Feng Youyou, and the wind was light.

  Feng You You was stunned, unable to believe that Ran Bai really let her go, fell to the ground, panting for the rest of his life.

   "We should go home." Chu Zhouzhi was in red, but he was not stained with blood. When fighting against each other, the technique was fierce and cold-blooded, but at this moment, the smile was light and gentle, almost seductive, with delicate and beautiful eyebrows, bewitching eyes, and slender fingers stretched out in mid-air.

  (End of this chapter)