Miss Eight Series Summoner

The original painful voice was bitten on the lower lip to endure it, the small figure curled up on the ground again, and the stubborn expression in those eyes was full of desperate streaming.

Perhaps no one noticed all this, but Feng Xi did not miss it.

In the devil world, if you want to escape, you can't escape, especially, like the human aura on her body is so obvious, even if she walks out of this restaurant, the end is the same.

Or, except when you die, you can only watch yourself being treated like food, being sold, being cooked...

To be honest, that kind of despair is enough to make all human beings feel broken.

However, in the eyes of the demons, human life and death are just like domestic animals, and life is definitely more valuable than death.

How easy it is to let her hit her to death.

The small theater that took place off the court did not cause any movement, and the shouting of prices continued.

However, compared to shouting with excitement and enthusiasm, as the price gets higher and higher, there are already a few.

"One hundred thousand coins!" In a certain wing, a gruesome voice called out.

"One hundred and ten thousand……"

"Eleven thousand five..."

In the wing room, Hei Qi's attention was naturally on Feng Xi's body.

Seeing the steps she had said she was going to take, she stopped because of the human below, and her face seemed to change a little.

Involuntarily, a smile was raised at the corner of his mouth.

"Miss Feng, if you like it, I can fight for that humanity for you."

Hearing the words, Feng Xi turned and glanced at him, frowning slightly.

By speaking like this, he obviously wanted her to owe him a favor.

But at this moment, before Feng Xi could speak, a familiar voice faintly sounded from a certain wing.

"That human, my father is the main one, who dares to **** me?"

The voice that was still in the few quotations, suddenly disappeared under the sudden voice.

Hei Lian'er in a certain wing, glanced at the small human figure under the stage, and said in a deep voice; "Why are you still in a daze, this princess is hungry, make me delicious."

As soon as he said this, the man in black under the stage didn't seem to dare to say anything. He grabbed the curly little figure on the ground and planned to head to the kitchen.

"Let go of me, demon..."

A desperate but angry cry suddenly sounded off the court.

The little figure that just looked like a horrified curl, when the black-clothed man stretched out his hand, suddenly seemed to be cruel, and opened his mouth and bit at the hand that was reaching toward her.

At the moment when the man in black released his hand in pain, her figure slammed into the sharp corner of the platform again.

Even if she was going to die, she didn't want to die under the butcher knife of these demons.

"No..." Pharaoh whispered secretly with Jia Si, subconsciously trying to make a move.

But at this moment, a black long whip, already like a spirit snake, went down the stage in an instant.

When the little figure hit the sharp corner, the black long whip was already wrapped around her waist.

In this scene, the Mozu people who were present to react seemed to be taken aback.

Including the four prince Heiqi in the wing room.

Feng Xi's hand moved slightly, almost instantaneously, the long whip that was entangled in her wrist was recovered, and the small figure was brought up along with it.

Upon closer inspection, the black whip turned out to be a little black grass.