Princess Against the World

With a bite of the old tooth, Qing Yu Su Xuanqi vented wildly, trying to repair the distortion of the space.

Who knows——

As if provocative, the blue luster on Ling Luoyu's body also soared.

Amidst the buzzing of the chaotic nine-turn clock, the space of Qingyusu became more and more distorted.

Dou big beads of sweat fell down his forehead, his back soaked.

If this continues, he will undoubtedly die!

Ling Luoyu's playful eyes flashed a little strangely, staring sharply in the direction of the palace gate.

"Fatty, stop him!"

When Feng Chenglin watched it lively, he was stunned.

"what?!"

Before he recovered, Ling Luoyu had already withdrawn his space.

Before he could think about it, Feng Chenglin rushed out of the door.

"Wow!"

A figure rushed towards his face.

"father!"

Qing Yimin rushed in.

"stop!"

Feng Chenglin yelled, stretched his arm, and instantly locked him, and fell to the ground, firmly suppressing him.

"do not move!"

He can't clean up his father, can't he still be cleaned up? !

"boom!"

Qing Yimin landed heavily, unable to scream out the pain, his heart frustrated, and he almost backed it.

The moment he appeared, Qing Yusu's expression changed drastically.

"Miner?!"

Especially after seeing Qing Yimin fall into Feng Chenglin's hands, he was even more panicked.

He nearly killed Feng Chenglin just now, because of this man's temperament, he was afraid that he would want his father to taste his debts, so he started with Qing Yimin.

No way!

He can't just watch his son accidentally! !

"Stop it! You guys stop it! Don't touch my son!!"

No matter his life is at stake, he actually took the profound energy space and desperately wanted to save Qing Yimin.

Ling Luoyu's killing heart is strong, how can he become a fish that slipped through the net? !

With his fingertips flipped, Ling Luoyu built a space around Feng Chenglin and Qing Yimin.

At the same time, the fingertips picked up the Chaos Yuan Ling, and the soul-storing power of the Chaos Nine Revolving Clock pressed down violently.

Without space protection, Qingyusu is like a fish out of the water, instantly without the capital to compete.

With a muffled grunt, he knelt to the ground, curled his head in a ball.

Chaos Nine Revolving Clock seems to have the power to swallow everything, arrogantly wanting to take his soul away.

"what……"

Hearing his father's screams, Qing Yimin also struggled with anger.

"You let me go... let me go..."

The son's cry broke Qing Yusu's heart.

He tentatively resisted several times, but eventually failed.

Ling Luo Yulian moved lightly, standing quietly, condescending, with evil eyes.

"Qingyusu, want to save your son? No need to work so hard!"

Flip your fingertips, and the Chaos Spirit will rise again, penetrating the chaotic nine-turn clock.

"Om"

The ringing of the chaotic nine-turn clock was louder, and Qingyusu's screams could not be restrained.

"what!"

When he shouted, Qing Yimin was even more crazy.

"father!"

As everyone knows, his call can defeat Qing Yusu more than Ling Luoyu's killing.

And his shouting was exactly what Ling Luoyu wanted!

Qing Yimin is Qingyusu's dead spot! !

As long as he is in hand, Qingyusu has only one way to surrender.

She is in no hurry! !

Hearing his son's call, Qingyusu finally collapsed.

"Ling San! As long as you don't hurt Min'er, you can beat me up and down!"

Ling Luoyu squatted down beside him, smiling evilly.

"What's the meaning of your soul flying, let's play a game, I ask you to answer...how?!"

Qing Yu Su Qiang supported Qing Yimin.

Because of the bloodshot eyes, he could barely see his figure, and could only vaguely see his struggle.

"Okay... I promise you..."