Quick Travel: Cannon fodder, she is beautiful, Lu Ziye

"Demon talk to confuse the public!"

Wu Qinglan directly raised his sword, his spiritual power was strong.

Feng Qingyao's expression changed rapidly, and just when she was about to take action, the system voice that kept calling in her mind suddenly paused.

【warn!warn!This system has noticed that the target character's blackening value has reached 80, and the host is requested to prevent Song Qingnuan's death as soon as possible! 】

The action of raising the sword is terrible.

The determination on Feng Qingyao's face instantly collapsed. After raising her sword to block Wu Qinglan's blow, she couldn't help but yell at the system in her mind: "You're kidding me!"

The system is slightly stuck.

【warn!warn……】

"Shut up you!"

Feng Qingyao fought Wu Qinglan back with anger, and stopped him with a smile before the latter rushed forward.

"If Fourth Senior Brother doesn't mind, how about we save Second Senior Sister first?"

This topic came so unexpectedly that Wu Qinglan almost couldn't stop himself.

"what?"

Now when he looked at Feng Qingyao, he felt even more weird.

Feng Qingyao struggled to maintain the fake smile on her face.

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At that time, on the execution platform.

The cold light was fast and fierce, and the blood penetrated into the bones without any splashing out. The bright red blood beads gurgled down Bai Nuannuan's slender neck and splashed on her plain blue dress.

He Qinghan smiled cruelly and raised his eyebrows at Fu Xianzhi provocatively: "Will you take this medicine or not?"

Due to the pain in her neck, Bai Nuannuan's facial features wrinkled up in pain, her face turned pale, and every breath she took seemed to be a struggle.

Fu Xianzhi pursed his lips tightly, his eyes began to gradually turn red, his sinister eyes were filled with coldness, and his originally cold temperament suddenly became vicious and surly.

Dark clouds are threatening to overwhelm the city, and the storm is gathering momentum.

He didn't say anything but had murderous intentions.

Using their feet as the center of the formation, with a "bang", a circle of white light exploded, exploding hundreds of monsters hiding underneath.

The demonic aura was rolling in, and the resentment of countless people who had died unjustly was boiling up like a furnace.

He Qinghan's wild laughter came not far away. He was afraid of Fu Xianzhi and hid his figure with blood mist.

"Right, that is it!"

"Fu Xianzhi, are you angry? Then kill all these people! Come and find Second Senior Sister again?"

As soon as he finished speaking, the people who were brutally killed turned into puppets who were unwilling to die, and they just blindly raised the weapons in their hands.

Fu Xianzhi curled his fingers, and with his careless movements, the spiritual power in his hands gathered more and more, as soft as water but with a sharp and violent aura.

There were noisy buzzes all over the place, and the darkness surrounded the place. As soon as they touched it, the puppets seemed to have lost control.

The crowd mingled and fought with each other, and sometimes severed fingers and arms fell down, immediately turning into blood mist in the air.

Even their corpses were like this, dissipating quickly. Although the beating was fierce, the scene was still clean in the end.

Fu Xian glanced at him, as coldly as if all this had nothing to do with him.

He Qinghan, who had been laughing wildly just now, felt as if his throat was being held by an invisible hand, and he could no longer pronounce even half a syllable.

Bai Nuannuan kept gasping and took advantage of the opportunity to reach out and push the sharp sword edge away.

She turned her head and looked at him impatiently, and the hand hidden in her wide sleeves quietly moved towards the demon-containing pot at his waist: "That's almost enough. You can't beat him."

He Qinghan's eyes were about to burst, he opened his eyes wide and shouted angrily: "He is the Demon Lord!"

This is a bit strange to say.

"What does it have to do with the fact that he is a Demon Lord and you can't defeat him?" Bai Nuannuan asked back, "Besides, aren't you also a demon?"

Essentially, there is no difference.

Her index finger hooked the spout of the Demon Sheng Pot, and then she pulled it up. A drop of bright red blood dripped from her fingertips.

In his rage, He Qinghan didn't have time to notice anything unusual.

When he subconsciously tried to stop him, the smiling woman in front of him conveniently snatched the sword from his hand.

He was very polite: "I'll lend you your sword."

The sword penetrated three-thirds of her heart, and huge pain swept through her body.

Her face was pale, and her hand was dead. There was a deathly air between the corners of her eyes and between her brows, and a layer of cold sweat broke out on her forehead.

His teeth were clenched, his lips were bloodless, his fingers were trembling and he let go of the sword, his whole body was trembling, and he fell back stiffly.

"Song Qingnuan!"

Seeing this scene, Fu Xianzhi felt that the blood in his body was rushing, rushing straight to his forehead.

He looked very scary, his figure suddenly disappeared, and he quickly stepped forward to support her.

Bai Nuannuan smiled nonchalantly at him, stretched out her fingers and hooked the corner of his clothes with some difficulty: "...Don't be angry."

"You lied to me!"

The anger in Fu Xianzhi's eyes seemed to be able to burn people to death, but his hand holding Bai Nuannuan was shaking: "You asked me to trust you and let you solve all this by yourself."

"Sorry..."

Bai Nuannuan lowered his gaze, glanced at Feng Qingyao and Feng Qingyao, who were hurriedly looking at them, and laughed silently.

Here it comes, the main plot.

As soon as I closed my eyes, I wanted to get through this period of pain peacefully.

Her lower jaw was suddenly grabbed, and she was not allowed to struggle at all.

Fu Xianzhi's furious and suppressed desperate voice sounded in his ears: "Song Qingnuan, open your eyes!"

She was a little tired and didn't want to open her eyes.

Cold lips suddenly covered her lips, and her body was instantly restrained into a strong embrace, and all the unfinished words were drowned in it.

The slightly cold tongue slipped into her mouth, and she swallowed something round along with it.

Fu Xianzhi grabbed her breath almost greedily and explored every corner vigorously.

Bai Nuannuan's breathing became rapid, and she reached out to touch his chest out of breath.

Her eyes were filled with autumn water: "W-what did you feed me?"

Fu Xianzhi looked at her intently, held her possessively in his arms, and gently brushed the strand of hair from her cheek.

He said: "My magic pill."

As the mythical beast Bai Ze, the source of all power.

The spiritual energy traveled around Bai Nuannuan's body and carefully healed her two wounds.

Bai Nuannuan's cultivation level is also rising rapidly at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Suddenly, the life and death contract at the apex of his heart became hot.

Fu Xianzhi was afraid that she would explode and die if she couldn't bear it, so he used the life and death contract as a medium to lure most of them for her.

As if he didn't expect Fu Xianzhi to do this, Bai Nuannuan's heart felt sour.

Feng Qingyao and the two people who came in a hurry immediately froze on the spot, as if they were frightened by the scene just now.

"Ahhhh-"

The Demon Sheng Pot absorbed the blood of strangers, and the monsters inside were filled with vitality, clamoring crazily to suck He Qinghan in.