noffsinger Chapter 230 He was faking it.
Chapter 230 He was faking it.
But at the moment he hurt him, he raised an eyebrow, pursed his lips, and his eyes flashed with a fierce light.
He touched the wound on his waist, then looked at the bloodstains, and darted forward in two steps.
The plum blossom dart, carrying a chill, grazed Zisang Luoye's cheek, leaving a thin trail of blood on his face.
Zisang Luoye really couldn't understand what kind of fetish Su Fengling had for disfiguring people.
I always like to mess with his face, but this time the bloodstain is shallow and he will recover quickly.
He gave a playful smile. This was Su Fengling showing his true strength. It would be more interesting to defeat him like this.
But what specific methods are used to defeat them is irrelevant.
If we can defeat him, we can obtain his eyes, which are like black gemstones.
They, the Zisang clan, can also escape this dark and desolate abyss!
Su Fengling had just revealed his full strength, intending to duel with him.
As a result, he slipped away from him and headed straight for Zhongli Yueluo with his double maces.
But he didn't see any panic on Su Fengling's face.
Zhongli Yueluo also looked as if she had expected this.
Instead, he looked more like a clown, and Zhongli Yueluo was even holding a chicken leg in her hand.
Tilting her head and smiling slightly, she asked, "What's wrong? Is Young Master Zisang hungry?"
Sure enough, the double maces were only a meter away from him when they were repelled by an inexplicable force.
He Yuhuan was no pushover either; she just stared intently at the chicken leg in Zhongli Yueluo's hand.
He just felt a slight tremor, and with a puzzled look on his face, he stared back with wide eyes.
Feeling confused, he scratched the back of his head and asked, "Master, is this ready?"
Miao Qing pursed her lips. Although Zi Sang Luoye had some strength, he was only able to play with Zhong Li Yueluo and Su Fengling.
That's probably still a bit lacking, since the two of them have been communicating with each other using their minds.
Only he was foolish enough to think he could hide his little scheme.
While he was still in a daze, Su Fengling's belt-binding sword ripped open his waistband, which could be considered a humiliation.
Her clothes instantly fell apart, leaving only a pink undergarment underneath!
Zhongli Yueluo bit her lip, barely able to hold back her emotions.
The person who was shouting and yelling so fiercely was wearing a pink outfit underneath.
Isn't it a little incongruous? When Zisang Luoye saw her clothes coming undone, her face instantly turned bright red.
He wasn't a pervert; it's just that the pink undergarment was a magical artifact he had found.
The effect is exactly the same as Zhongli Yueluo's bracelet.
I had planned to fight to the death, hoping to withstand a fatal blow.
Unexpectedly, he blatantly ripped open her outer garment, revealing such a shameful side of her.
He didn't know which damned person had forged the magical artifact using pink thousand-year-old ice silk.
Su Fengling couldn't help but burst out laughing: "Pfft... Hahahaha!"
Zi Sang Luoye opened her clothes and pointed a mace at Su Fengling with one hand: "You...you've gone too far!"
"I never expected that you, Zisang Luoye, would have such girlish hobbies!"
"Shut up!" he snapped, enraged.
Zhongli Yueluo only narrowed her eyes, but it was clear that there was an enigmatic smile in them.
She examined the chicken leg in her hand again, and finally threw it into He Yuhuan's mouth, where she crunched it.
In the end, he swallowed even the bones, then looked back and blinked, still not understanding what they were laughing at.
Miao Qing felt uncomfortable holding it in, so she turned around, covered her mouth, and secretly laughed.
"Young Master Zisang's hobbies are somewhat unique, but we didn't mean to laugh at you."
As she spoke, she stared intently at him, her fingers twirling her hair.
But she remained within that barrier, refusing to come out, and even if Zisang Luoye was furious, she couldn't reach her.
He snorted fiercely, ignoring his tattered clothes, and charged towards Su Fengling.
His aura of hostility intensified, and Su Fengling narrowed her eyes, carefully dodging him.
But he didn't expect that his double maces would have a boomerang function, and could come back on their own after being thrown out.
He was caught off guard and struck on the back. With a muffled groan, Zisang fell leaves clamped onto his shoulder.
Her golden eyes narrowed, and her voice was low and husky as she spoke close to his ear.
"Su Fengling, what right do you have to laugh at me!"
Then, he grabbed his neck with his other hand, but he didn't kill him.
Zhongli Yueluo wasn't too worried; she just looked at Miaoqing, who was hiding to the side and laughing.
Miao Qing felt a cold gaze fall on her back.
He mechanically turned his head and met Zhongli Yueluo's eyes.
Her eyes, which seemed to be smiling yet not smiling, and were as deep as an icy pool, sent a chill down his spine.
"Go help your brother. Blood donations should be treated like blood donations, understand?"
Miao Qing looked at the scars on her palm, some deep and some shallow, some healed and scabbed over, and some still fresh.
Fine, fine, he's so incredibly handsome, yet she treats him like a blood donation bag, huh!
But he didn't refute it. Instead, he walked straight out of the barrier, his fingernails in his hand, and made a stroke with his palm.
Another opening appeared. He was an expert in controlling water, and naturally he also had a way of controlling blood.
"Ling Shaojun! Make him open his mouth!" He wanted to finish the task quickly so he could hide.
Su Fengling rarely cooperated with Miao Qing, but since it was his sister's arrangement, he had no choice but to obey.
Zi Sang Luoye thought he had the upper hand, but to his surprise, Su Fengling took the initiative again in the next second.
He also had one hand around his neck, but the force in his hand was much greater than his.
Several finger marks instantly appeared on his jaw, his face flushed red, and he couldn't breathe.
He released his hand from his neck, and Su Fengling licked his lips.
"If it were your brother, I would indeed have to be a little wary."
"Kill me if you can!"
He spat out a few words through gritted teeth, but they had no intimidating effect.
Then Su Fengling glanced sideways at Miao Qing, who reluctantly uttered an "Oh".
He made a hand seal and guided a stream of blood from his palm into Zisang Luoye's mouth.
Zisang shook her head, wanting to resist.
But the blood seemed to have a life of its own, spreading from his lips and teeth into his spiritual sea.
Blood was flowing from his mouth, his golden eyes were trembling, and his eyebrows were furrowed, giving him a rather tragic beauty.
"Alright, little brother, let him go."
Su Fengling loosened her fingers and threw him to the ground.
The distance was just right in front of Zhongli Yueluo and the others' barrier.
He covered his neck with both hands, trying to vomit up the blood he had just drunk.
"You really are a member of the Blood Demon Clan! Su Fengling! Do you know what this means?!"
Su Fengling didn't answer him, but just gave him a cold look.
She turned her head and gave a pitiful look, clutching the tiny wound on her waist.
With her eyebrows furrowed and lips pouting, she leaned on Zhongli Yueluo's shoulder in just two steps.
"My back is injured, I can't use it, it hurts..."
Seeing this scene, Zisang Luoye really wanted to get up from the ground and give him a couple of blows!