Demonic Prince’s Wild Consort: The Trash Illegitimate Miss

"Hahahahaha!" Dixue took a step back, like a maniac, as if ironically praised: "You are ruthless than me! Hahaha--"

Then, she slammed into Lancang's Dantian!

When Bai Ye arrived, the feet that had originally ran like rust suddenly appeared, as if the action was instantly taken away.

She didn't stand up in front of her place, and it seemed that she could no longer see the embarrassed Emperor Xue on the side, or the Lanting crying under the rockery.

The evening breeze in spring is not cold, with the exception of tonight.

The horrible and bloody blood filled the air, and a chill spread from Bai Ye's heart, tearing her bone marrow and stirring every nerve of her.

Little by little, he rushed to the limbs relentlessly.

When they arrived, Hongzhuang opened her eyes wide and stopped behind her in disbelief.

"Bitch! Don't you have a life-defying soul pill? Go, save him!"

Although the Beast Army attack failed, Di Xue is now more happy than the big victory, viciously admiring Bai Ye's expressionless face, and the unpredictable black mist once again enveloped his body.

When the Xue family screamed and rushed forward, she had already fled the city's main palace.

A cold expression crossed the urgency of bloodthirst, all this was just the beginning.

Lancang stood there, her low-eyed eyes slowly moving and lifting up, facing her four eyes, falling into her bright eyes.

At this moment, she seemed to see through for the first time, what the pair of handsome eyes, who were hidden in the depths of cynicism, wanted to express.

There is a shallow smile on his lips, no embarrassment, no sorrow and joy, and some just say goodbye silently.

She could already imagine that the voice of laziness, catlessness, and heartlessness said cheekily, "I'm leaving, allowing you to think about me occasionally."

Before and after the white clothes, he was drenched with dazzling blood, and his Dantian area seemed to be torn out a huge spring, and the bright red, but clear and clean Ganquan was continuously rolled up.

The red makeup beside him was already in tears, and he turned and fell into the arms of Xingchen and wept bitterly.

Xingchen hugged her calmly, her lips trembling, her eyes full of sorrow stared at the cold moon in the air, under her red eyes, tears flowed back.

When Lancang fell, Fu Sheng hurried up to catch him.

At the same time, Bai Ye's last energy was exhausted, and the grief seemed to be a half-slow shot. Only then did she overwhelm her.

She didn't fall back straight out of control until her heart ache hurt.

The night wind brushed her head and waist, and two tears fell from the bottom of her eyes that did not blink.

Yin Feng, who was standing behind him, reached out in time to support her.

"Master, you have the Soul Pill, take it to him ..."

"It's useless ... nothing, it's useless ..." Bai Ye's voice was dry, as if he was strangled by his throat.

Lancang's Dantian was completely destroyed by Dixue's palm, unable to absorb the Elixir, Dingshendan, useless ...

"Xiao Ye, come here! Come here!" Fu Sheng's call hurriedly sounded.

She looked up, and Lancang extended her hand to her remotely, her breath seemed to be a little tight, her chest undulated violently, but she lost her breathing strength.

All the energy seemed to gather in the arm raised to her.

His thin lips moved hard, as if he had something to say.

No one noticed that Muranting's cry was choking on his throat, staring nervously at Lancang.

Only she can tell from his mouth, the first word he wants to say is Mu!