Quick Transmigration: The Host Is Sweeter Than Sugar

He first led the demon generals to war with the immortal world, severely inflicted the immortal world, and forced Mu Li to return to the immortal world to save people.

After all, this is the responsibility given to Mu Li by heaven.

Feng Qi could fully understand Mu Li's careful thoughts. Mu Li was afraid that Su Tang would have an accident and would definitely leave her in a relatively safe lower realm and return to the fairy realm alone.

He took the opportunity to go to the lower bound and take away Su Tang.

And part of the immortal world and the immortal that he united with will unite to trap Muli in the immortal world——

If Mu Li wants to leave, he must wound the people of the fairy world.

But if he hurts a person in the fairy world, he will be punished by the power of heaven.

Feng Qi didn't think that Mu Li could bear the punishment of this heavenly way.

I don't think he can beat the people of the Demon Realm and the Immortal Realm together.

This is a dead end.

When Muli left Su Tang and returned to the immortal world, it was destined that Su Tang had become his palm.

He tied Su Tang back to the Demon Realm in a good mood.

It's just that the little girl still had that cold look towards him, without wavering, fear, or begging for mercy, as if she was determined to come back to save her.

An unnamed anger rose in Feng Qi's heart.

He curled his lips lazily and said in a low voice, "Do you really think he will come to rescue you?"

The girl was dressed in snow white, with her head down, staring at her toes blankly, her ink-colored hair cut across the white side of her face, and fell gently on her chest.

From Feng Qi's perspective, she could just see the girl's profile face and a white and slender neck.

The girl's profile was indifferent and alienated, without any emotion.

Nor was it irritated by his words.

Just like Mu Li.

Correct.

Like Mu Li.

This cognition angered Feng Qi. He suddenly got up, with a deep sneer and mockery in his narrow red eyes. With a wave of his hand, the devilish energy that had originally entangled and held the girl began to gradually erode her body.

...

After that, it was the scene she saw before she fell into a coma.

Only this time, the picture did not disappear, but continued.

When Mu Li rushed over, Su Tang still couldn't hold back and changed back to his original form, and pieces of pure white petals were flying in the blood-filled air.

It's just that those petals look particularly sluggish at the moment, as if withered.

Muli stared blankly at the falling petals, stiff like a sculpture, the strength of his body was drawn away, uncontrollable rage and regret spread from the depths of his soul, and then quickly swallowed him like a huge wave.

He raised his hand blankly, a wilting petal fell on his white palm, and Mu Li seemed to feel the trembling of Su Tang's soul from the petals.

He seemed to hear his little girl crying at him in a soft voice.

"Muli, I hurt..."

Feng Qi's soul refining has been halfway through, and Su Tang's soul has been dispersed by him. The next thing to do is to gather and cultivate his soul.

Suddenly seeing Mu Li appear, Feng Qi raised his eyebrows in surprise, and then his lips curled in an evil arc.

"Muli, you are late."

He waved his hand, and finally the petals fell completely.

Feng Qi's long and narrow pupils were full of mockery, "Look, she is gone."

"And I will be the next god."

"You can never kill me."

Mu Li stared at Feng Qi expressionlessly, only the trembling long eyelashes revealed his mood, countless tyrannical thoughts clamored in his mind frantically, regret and pain as if to tear his soul completely apart.

Susu...

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