After recognizing the villain daddy, the little apprentice sister cheats all the way

Chu Chaozhao looked at him calmly, with a hint of teasing in his eyes: "My blood."

"Puff puff puff." Jiu Moyi really wanted to vomit. This was too perverted. He actually drank A Zhao's blood. If his family knew about this, he would probably be beaten to death, right?

Chu Chaozhao laughed so hard that his body shook with laughter: "I prepared it for myself, so I added some nectar of different flavors."

The four friends were at a loss for words: … Which good person would go out with his own blood, even with nectar added.

I don’t even know what to say.

But you know what, the effect is really good.

Jiu Moyi instantly felt the pain in his waist go away and his mind became clear, as if he had been given an injection of chicken blood. After all, he drank the amount for three people by himself.

"Tell me, what do you want me to do?"

The young man had a beaming look on his face, full of vigor and confidence, without a trace of doubt or cowardice, as if he would not hesitate even if the person in front of him wanted him to die at this moment.

Chu Chaozhao's calm expression was mixed with a hint of laughter: "Amo, the barrier left by Daddy can no longer withstand their attacks. You should reset the trap. Daddy said his real body is on the way."

"it is good!"

Jiu Moyi was suspended in the sky, outside the almost transparent barrier, densely packed evil people were trying their best to attack the barrier, waiting for the barrier to be broken, then they would be at the end of their rope and would surely die here, but his heart was at peace.

Because they have a mascot among them - the little junior sister. Every time they follow her, even if there are dangers everywhere and they are half a step into the gates of hell, they can turn danger into safety every time.

He firmly believed that this time would be the same, and since the great devil was coming, he was even less afraid.

But Shangguan Suchen, who kept coughing up blood, felt fear. He grabbed Chu Chaozhao's little hand, his covered silver eyes still weeping blood. The two looked at each other silently, and everything was said without words.

Chu Chaozhao patted his big hands and stuffed a bunch of talismans into his hands: "Achen, don't be afraid, I'll give them to you first."

Zhuge Fusheng's heart tightened: "A Zhao, you have to be careful."

Shangguan Sulan couldn't figure out what her brother meant by what he said to her, and she just thought that the devil was coming and they would be rescued soon.

"Okay." Chu Chaozhao looked at his master again.

The Jiu Mo Yi painting array pen was unusually tough. A golden light exploded from the tip of the pen, and in the sky that had darkened at some point, it was like fireworks in the daytime. Ten beams of light of different colors rushed up from all directions of the barrier where they were, and at the moment when the crimson-purple barrier disappeared, they just replaced the barrier and blocked all the evildoers.

The group of evil men rushed over ferociously, and they complained in their hearts, "He is really a naughty kid, he has so much energy. He is so injured, but he can still draw a formation."

"Hey!" Jiu Moyi looked down at the villains who rushed over to break the formation and laughed, "Bounce back!"

Those evil guys chopped up with ten percent of their strength, and the opponent bounced back with ten percent of their strength. Many of the evil guys flew backwards, spitting out large mouthfuls of blood as if they were free.

A group of evil people refused to believe in evil and used their spiritual power to pounce on them again.

Jiu Moyi said frivolously: "Wuhu, rebound again."

Sure enough, a large group of villains were the same as the previous batch.

Jiu Moyi finally spat out a large mouthful of blood, and fell straight down like a rock falling from the sky. Just as he was about to fall to the ground, a pair of small hands stood up and held him high in the air.

Jiu Moyi turned his head hard to look at the person who lifted him up, laughing and spitting blood: "A Zhao, cough, cough, your cough, your boyfriend power is also very strong~ Pu——"

Chu Chaozhao rolled his eyes: "Speak less, you!"

She reluctantly put the man down slowly on the ground. Without saying anything, Shangguan Sulan approached him with ease, took out a jade bottle and began to feed him medicine. Zhuge Fusheng kept wiping the blood from him with a handkerchief. His movements were stiff and not gentle at all.

Jiu Moyi turned around and said, "Well, why not let Ah Chen come?"

The blood was wiped off as if he would not stop until a layer of skin was rubbed off. What a huge hatred and resentment! It shouldn't be that bad!

As for why he didn't ask Alan, a girl, to come, well, he still wanted to live a little longer.

And what about Shangguan Suchen?

He nodded, still coughing violently, his silver eyes weeping blood, the pearl gauze of the sea was stained red, and his face was as pale as if he had been dead for several days.

Jiu Moyi immediately retracted his gaze upon seeing this and spat out a mouthful of blood: "Forget it, let Ah Sheng do it..."

These words are more or less powerless.

One of them just kept coughing up blood, holding layers of talisman cloth in his hand to form barriers, one was pouring medicine, one was wiping the blood, one was lying on the ground spitting blood, his life or death unknown, and there was another one who was calm and composed, and no one knew what he was planning. The five children had clear division of labor.

It’s just that this series of actions were so coordinated and seamless that even the Evil King found it weird.

Is it too calm?

"The king will come in person!"

Nine green leaves stirred the universe, the sky and the earth lost their color, and the whole mountain was shaking. This is the true strength of the Nine Heavens Fuyao Realm.

There was a flash of deep thought in Chu Chaozhao's eyes. As she thought, the power of the powerful Ninth Heaven was beyond her imagination, and the person behind the game had set up this situation long ago. The one who held her father back must be difficult to deal with. Chu Chaozhao was not sure that she could hide from such a powerful person until her father arrived.

The power of the Evil King who was injured by his father's phantom is so terrifying at this moment. If they wait for him to recover, won't they be wiped out in one fell swoop?

Chu Chaozhao believed in her father, but the person behind him was too important to her, and she didn't want to sit and wait for death.

However, she had lost too much blood and was exhausted from fighting, and was already at the end of her strength.

The formation was in danger, and the talisman formation set up by Shangguan Suchen temporarily blocked the pressure from the Ninth Heaven.

Chu Chaozhao had a plan in mind. He took out a top-grade magical weapon, injected demonic energy into it, and activated it to cover several people.

It was like a huge cage that trapped them, with people inside unable to get out and people outside unable to get in.

But she was outside the cage, outside the formation that was about to be broken.

The Evil King grinned, admiring her courage: "As expected of the daughter of the Demon God, your courage is unmatched by ordinary people. However, you are only at the peak of the fourth level of cultivation. Even if you have the dual veins of the Demon Spirit, how long can you protect them?"

He turned his head, his neck creaked, and black energy was rampant on his body. Chu Chaozhao raised his crimson eyes and saw a silver thread hanging behind him. The thread, which he had never seen clearly before, was now clear.

The evil king in front of him is the evil king, but he is not the evil king.

"String puppet." These words came out of her mouth subconsciously.

"You want to protect Wen Qingyu?" The Evil King stared at her sinisterly and viciously like a poisonous snake. "But I won't let you. You should have seen the name on the Sin Monument before you came. Wen Qingyu is an extremely evil person. It is his fate to die in the Evil Tower!"

"It's you who deserve to die!"

A cold sound was heard, mixed with the sound of swords and knives cutting flesh and blood splattering everywhere.

Chu Chaozhao stood in a pool of blood and corpses, with bloodshot eyes. His crimson-purple eyes were beautiful and full of bewitching. He was still smiling, but it made people shudder.

The Wanjie in his hand was still dripping with blood, and the sound of the ancient sword scraping the ground was heavy, as if it was cutting holes in people's hearts. The pain and suffocation were all pressing down on them, making people panic unconsciously.

She floated above the sky, and countless golden scrolls overflowed from behind her, one after another, covering the entire Lushan Mountain.

"Ah Zhao! What are you going to do!?"

The four friends shouted this sentence almost in unison. An unprecedented sense of fear surged from the bottom of their hearts and engulfed them.