super king glory

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Diao Chan is a two-star demon king, and she clearly knows that her demon skills are powerful.

Any strong person who is hit by her magic head-on will be seriously injured even if he does not die.

Thinking of this, Diao Chan panicked.

She just wanted to teach Wang Xiaojian a lesson, and she didn't want to seriously hurt him.

Diao Chan's feet were on the ground, and she used the skill of Fate Heart Knot, and her body jumped towards Wang Xiaojian.

She ran in front of Wang Xiaojian, her bright eyes fell on Wang Xiaojian's handsome face, and then her fairy-like face turned pale.

I saw, under the moonlight, Wang Xiaojian was lying on the ground with his legs upturned.

The white clothes in front of him were blown to pieces by the demonic spell, and his strong chest was bruised from being wounded by the demonic spell.

He was obviously injured, but Jun's eyes were closed tightly, without any expression of pain.

Not even a groan was heard.

Appears to have passed out.

"Xiao Bu, get up."

"I know, you don't faint so easily, get up quickly. Stop pretending."

Diaochan hummed tenderly, wanting to wake up Wang Xiaojian.

But no response.

She frowned, and kicked Wang Xiaojian's leg twice with her little feet wearing embroidered shoes, but Wang Xiaojian didn't move.

It didn't look like he was in a coma, it looked like he was dead.

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Diao Chan's celestial face showed panic, as if thinking of something, she quickly squatted down in front of Wang Xiaojian.

Diao Chan stretched out her snow-white jade fingers like cutting onion roots, and landed on Wang Xiaojian's nose.

She tried to detect Wang Xiaojian's even breathing.

But in the next second, her delicate body shook, her pretty face lost all color, and her soft delicate body fell to the ground.

"Xiao Bu... is dead?"

Diao Chan muttered to herself, her mind went blank, and her red lips lost their color.

Her pale and pretty face showed fear and disbelief.

"It's not true, Xiao Bu is so powerful, how could he die after being hit?"

"Xiao Bu, don't scare me. Get up quickly."

"..."

Diao Chan couldn't believe it, she kept shaking Wang Xiaojian's body.

She also pinched Wang Xiaojian's people with her fingers, but there was no response.

He really seemed to be dead.

After an unknown amount of time, Wang Xiaojian showed no sign of waking up, Diao Chan was sweating profusely, and the look of fear on his face became more and more intense.

Grief filled her heart.

Her vision was blurred, and drops of crystal clear tears welled out of her eyes and slid down her cheeks.

"Xiao Bu, I didn't do it on purpose."

"Xiao Bu, why don't you hide."

"My concubine is wrong. Xiao Bu, get up quickly. Get up quickly!"

"Little Bu... don't leave my concubine body. Huh~"

In the dark night, Diao Chan was heartbroken and cried helplessly.

Looking at Wang Xiaojian's lifeless face, thinking that Wang Xiaojian had died, she was in great grief, and her crying gradually became heartbreaking.

"Xiao Bu, don't die."

"It's my concubine's fault."

"Please wake up."

"Wake up please?"

"Quickly, open your eyes and take a look at my body."

"I can't live without you."

"Bush……"

"Ugh..."

In the dark night, Diao Chan cried out in grief.

Crystal tears dripped from Diao Chan's beautiful face and landed on Wang Xiaojian's face.

Thinking of her beloved man being beaten to death by herself, Diao Chan completely collapsed.

Unprecedented self-blame and regret engulfed her like this dark night of despair.