Tragic death in the previous life: After rebirth, the sickly prince pampers her every night

A smile appeared on Wu Ying's lips.

It seems that what this little girl draws is sometimes quite reliable.

The Demon Ancestor and Granny Tao watched as the Black Demon Formation was destroyed by them, and a large number of demon soldiers fell down.

The Demon Ancestor snorted coldly: "They are all a bunch of trash."

Granny Tao consoled them, "They have tried very hard. Don't scold your family members in front of those bastards. Control your bad temper."

The Demon Ancestor nodded, thinking that what Granny Tao said made sense.

At this time, Granny Tao and Mozu both looked towards the gray-clothed ancestor of the Lan family.

It seems that the strength of this gray-robed ancestor should not be underestimated.

When Mo Huan, who was standing next to Hai Lingling, saw the gray-robed ancestor appear, his eyes deepened.

After the formations on both sides were broken, Gray Old Patriarch looked at Yang Susu and said calmly: "If the immortals and demons insist on being together, it will definitely hurt their foundation. Saint girl, listen to my advice and go back to Qianqing."

"Qianqing Black Hole needs you."

Mo Huan sneered, "Coward, that sounds really nice."

The gray-clothed old man paused when he heard the familiar voice. He stared at Mo Huan absentmindedly for a moment, then turned his face away and stopped talking. However, he looked at Xue Bai who was standing next to Mo Huan from the corner of his eye.

Snow-white lips and red teeth are very beautiful, and at this moment Mo Huan's hand is on his waist.

The gray-robed old man's expression remained unchanged, but his hand holding Xiao's tightened slightly.

Xuebai had just been standing there, immersed in the sadness of losing love.

Moreover, Mo Huan has been by Hai Lingling's side today. He was afraid of being teased by this old devil, so he has been hiding far away.

But now that something like this has happened, he has no choice but to come up and protect Sister Ling'er.

Although Sister Ling'er rejected him, in his heart, Sister Ling'er is still very important.

If you refuse, you will be rejected. Just keep trying.

However, as soon as he came up, the old devil put his claws on his waist, and it was the kind that he couldn't pull off no matter how hard he tried.

Although the gray-robed old man's voice was cold, his words were not as harsh as those of the others.

After Mo Huan answered, he consciously closed his mouth and stopped talking.

Everyone's eyes were sharp. Although Mo Huan was hugging Xue Bai at the moment, her eyes were almost glued to the gray-clothed ancestor.

They all saw that there seemed to be a little story between this gray-robed old man and Mo Huan.

The Lan family also looked a little puzzled.

Could it be that my ancestor has some unclear relationship with the witch in this demon world?

They quickly dismissed the idea.

After all, their ancestors have been in seclusion for a thousand years, how could they be related to the witches in the demon world?

At this time, an angry voice sounded: "Old Lan, how can such a person be worthy of being the Saint of Qianqing? Of course, we can't let her go. Even if both of us lose today, we must tie this bitch back."

"Put her on the sin-washing platform and let her soul be annihilated. Qianqing Black Hole only needs her Phantom Blue Holy Fire. We can dig out her Phantom Fire Spiritual Root and plant it again."

The one who spoke was the ancestor of the Tian family.

He looked at Yang Susu with his round eyes, "This girl is not worthy of being a saint. She doesn't follow the right path and has a vicious mind. Not only did she kill the ancestor of the Hua family, she also treated our little Tianshi like this and harmed her fellow disciples. It's so abominable."

The ancestor of the Tian family's eyes were almost blazing with fire.

Just thinking about what was about to happen, his angry eyes gradually became tainted with a sneer.

Hua Yulou kept looking at Yang Susu, his eyes never left her.

"Junior sister, if that's the case, then don't blame me."

He waved his sleeves, and then another large group of people emerged from the torn void.

The head of the Lan family, Lan Tiansheng, the head of the Hua family, Hua Jianren, and the head of the Tian family, Tianshuo, who has been traveling for a long time, and their wives, Lan Wuyan, Hua Zhiyan, and Tian Xueyu.

When she saw clearly who they were aiming their swords at, Yang Susu's pupils suddenly contracted.

They all held an extremely sharp sword in their hands, and all of them were pointed at the necks of the Hai family.

Yang Susu saw Hai family members being escorted out one after another.

They were beaten to a bloody mess and now knelt on the ground like prisoners, with the swords on their necks pointed at their skin. If they moved even a little, their throats would be cut and they would die instantly.

Yang Susu saw her mother Hai Tianru.

Her mother, who had always been dignified and elegant, was now dishevelled, with a long bloodstain on her face and a cut at the corner of her mouth. She was wearing a bloodstained white dress, which was shocking.

Hua Jianren, the head of the Hua family, had fierce eyes. He placed his sword across Hai Tianru's neck and sneered at the stunned Yang Susu.

Kneeling beside Hai Tianru was her father Hai Ling, who had always been respectful to her since she was a child.

Because she is the Saint of Qianqing, her father has been indifferent and distant to her since she was a child.

Hai Ling was also beaten and covered with wounds. There was a large wound on his abdomen, which was still bleeding. At this moment, Lan Tiansheng, the head of the Lan family, had his sword across his neck, and his eyes were looking at Yang Susu.

Originally, Yang Susu thought that Hai Ling must be extremely hateful to her at this moment. After all, her father had placed great expectations on her since she was a child.

Now that the Hai family has become like this, shouldn't he hate her?

But Yang Susu did not see any hatred in his eyes.

Hai Ling's eyes were very calm, so calm that Yang Susu once thought she had seen it wrong.

In contrast, when Hai Tianru looked up at Yang Susu, the gentleness in his eyes that usually appeared on his face was completely gone.

Her eyes were icy cold, as if she was blaming her and hating her.

But it seems very complicated.

As she watched, her eyes suddenly turned red and a tear fell from the corner of her eye.

The tear in Hai Tianru's eye seemed to flow into Yang Susu's heart, icy cold, biting cold, her eyes instantly turned red, and her nose felt sour.

What Yang Susu feared most was seeing this scene.

She originally thought that with the strength of the Hai family in Qianqing, it would not come to this.

She lowered her eyes, avoiding the sight of everyone in the Hai family, tears welling up in her eyes.

Being looked at by Hai Tianru with such cold eyes, her heart seemed to be bleeding.

The Demon Lord beside her held her hand tightly and reached out to wipe away the tear that had not yet fallen from the corner of her eye.

His red eyes looked at his fingertips, which were now stained with her tears.

His heart trembled.

His Sue cried.

These people made his Suer cry.