Rescue the Paranoid Villain Boss

Phoenix Linyu shines the dark demon world like daylight. It is said that the peerless Tianjiao of this generation of Phoenix clan has the power of a demigod, and is the most likely candidate to become a **** for tens of thousands of years.

She is already a demigod bloodline, and it shouldn't be a problem to face the Demon Venerable, who is obviously already a little declining. There are even rumors in the heavens that as long as she can overcome the Demon Venerable Shakedown, she will be in charge of the ancient Phoenix clan in the future.

Everyone was full of expectations that Phoenix would be able to show its talents, and that battle really did not disappoint. It was a rare fierce battle since the beginning of the world, and even in the following hundreds of years, the ground under their feet did not grow any grass.

The huge phoenix phantom fought against the dragon clan in mid-air, and the stern phoenix ming and the dragon clan’s long roar resounded across the fields, and the blood rained all over the sky, making it difficult to separate.

The sky suddenly loosened the clenched fists of the shark who had fought in the twilight, and shouted out: "Ayu——"

The black awn penetrated the sky and the earth, and the young shark rushed madly at a speed invisible to the naked eye. Only the gloomy light awn pierced the endless day and night, passed through the top of the sky, and reached the Phoenix's heart orifice.

"Huh—"

Hundreds of feet of huge phoenix was burning with raging fire all over, and it touched the pitch-black micro glow. After a while, under the unbelievable gaze of everyone, it crashed and fell back like a meteor, wherever it went landslides. The ground was cracked, and the blood poured down and dyed half of the demons' land.

At the end of the devilish madness, the devil did not move a minute in his mysterious clothes, the fine gold thread outlined by the corners of the robe was torn, only the corners of his eyes were red, shrouded in turbulent intent to fight.

Others gritted their teeth and tried to struggle: "The Demon Lord is already seriously injured and dying. Isn't it right this time—"

The Demon Lord on the opposite side seemed to have insight into their thoughts, with long hair flying in the violent wind, suddenly scanning the countless immortals on the opposite side one by one.

"It turns out that the legendary pride of heaven is nothing more than that, the deity wants to try the blood of the immortal what it's like--"

The sound is like rolling thunder, blowing into people's ears, but those immortals with a lower cultivation base are directly bleeds from the mouth and nose and cannot stand.

As the words fell across the sky, the pupils of countless celestial beings suddenly shrank, and the sharks hugged the broken body of the phoenix and turned into a stream of light.

"go--"

Even if it is a severely injured and dying body, there is still such a power under a drink, no one dared to pay other attention, and all of them quickly turned into streamers and fled around.

The Demon Lord didn't chase after him, but just stood in the air, showing a hint of sarcasm as if he looked at a beaming clown. After a long while, he closed his eyes slightly.

No one knew that her fingertips hidden at the bottom of her sleeve trembled and condensed countless blood, but before it dripped, she was directly evaporated by the devilish energy and turned into nothing.

Phoenix is ​​indeed a Tianjiao who is favored by the heavens. Even if it is she, she can only fight both sides. At this moment, her internal organs have been shattered to pieces, even if she is not far from death.

Mozun suddenly turned around and turned into a magical energy that approached Yan Mogong. She staggered in step by step, behind a winding blood path. When she reached the couch, she finally couldn't hold her knee and knelt down, spraying in her mouth. A mouthful of blood, a close look reveals that there are still internal organs.

Mozun held on to the bed, but at this time he laughed, tilted his head and looked up, the blood from the corners of his mouth kept flowing out without knowing that it hurts.

"Ahem, I, I thought you would run. If you run away, I will have to work hard to catch you before I die. This, this is the first time you are so obedient."

There was a vague sound of killing outside the window. I didn't know if it was a chaos in the fairy world or something. He fell to the ground and turned over with difficulty, pulling the chains and crawling on the couch bit by bit.

The chain pierced the doctor's chest, and Qingyue frowned with pain every time she pulled it, but she still endured it. She was extremely injured and someone stretched out his hand to hug her when she couldn't get up and was about to fall.

The bitter smell of medicine made the demon feel inexplicably relieved, holding the little chain in his hand, moving up, and touching the pale face of the doctor immortal, the blood of one hand stained the doctor immortal's face as soon as it touched it.

Mozun couldn't help frowning, and wiped the blood stains on Shi Qingyue's face like nervously: "You like the clean one the most..."

Shi Qingyue ignored her madness and just stretched out her hand to check her wounds. There was a huge hole in her arm behind her, which was torn away a piece of flesh by the Phoenix bird's beak. The Phoenix spiritual power still cannot heal, and can only be gurgled. Shedding blood.

"Why did it hurt so badly?" Shi Qingyue's hand covering her wound was trembling, and thin spiritual power was continuously poured into her wound.

"Well, the injury is really serious. The demons, cough cough cough cough, are not as foolish as those idiots, they are all dying of illness, cough, I am dead, you, you are not as good as dead if you stay here..."

Shi Qingyue paused, still looking at her wound carefully: "So what?"

The blood-stained hand has slowly climbed up to her neck. The Demon Lord seemed to be afraid that he had no strength to let her escape. Both hands held her neck together, without much strength, but grasped very firmly.

Then he tilted her eyes on her shoulders and said: "Why, just let me go, right?"

"Qingyue," her voice was cold and soft as coquettish, such a strange combination turned out to be surprisingly harmonious on her, very much like a dead man, "will you die with me?"

Shi Qingyue endured her hand to shake off her **** wounds that could even vaguely see her internal organs. He gritted his teeth and said, "Unlock the chains."

The person on her shoulders didn't seem to feel the pain at all, and slowly tightened the hand that was holding her neck very aggrieved: "Aren't you willing to die with me?"

"What is it to die?" The medical fairy's voice was cold, with a hint of forbearing anger, "You give me a good life."

The door of the palace was broken open, and the devil's wilted and soft body suddenly tightened again. The wound that had just been bandaged was torn apart, Shi Qingyue forced the person into his arms: "Don't move--"

Outside the hall, the white leopard tore a demon's body with one claw, and quickly rushed towards here.

"Clear barley——"

Shi Qingyue dropped a very light kiss on the damaged dragon horn of the magic dragon: "Hey, let's go back to Fushi Mountain."

——

The ladder leading to Fushi Mountain opened again, and a snow-white carriage galloped over, and monsters and spirits ran from the mountain one after another, watching the carriage uneasy and expectantly.

The driving is So Yue, she didn’t figure out why the dragon finally opened the chain, the carriage shuttled through the clouds, the beasts followed, and the five-leaf Dijin outside the wall quietly crawled over some leaves and protruded out the branches. Shouted: "My lord?"

After a long time, the car curtain was gently opened by a thin and pale hand, and the medical fairy inside had long hair draped over the snow-white dress, holding a dark woman in his arms.

Half of the man's face was lying in the arms of the medical immortal, half of his exposed face was stained with blood, frowned slightly, and grabbed a chain that passed through the heart of the medical immortal.

Fujisei felt that her face seemed familiar, and she waited until the medical immortal came out holding that person before she suddenly realized that it was the Demon Lord.

A tail hung feebly behind him, and the whole person was crooked in the arms of the medical immortal. The whole person looked harmless and fragile, half unlike the devil who is known for his tyrannical, cruel and moody.

This scene slowly coincides with a certain moment in the long years, just as it was when Shaking Down the Float Mountain for the first time.

When Shi Qingyue hugged her, her weakly unable to maintain her human form, her legs turned into a dragon's tail, and in a coma, she wrapped her arms around the medical immortal in a coma, for fear that she would throw herself down.

The monsters of Fushishan dare not say anything, but silently open the attic.

After the war that disturbed the Three Realms, the Demon Lord shook and disappeared. No one knew where she had gone, as if she had disappeared out of thin air, but her aura remained in the Demon Realm, warning all the demons that she was only temporarily recovering from a certain place. In time, It is bound to make a comeback.

No one knew that she was hiding in the three celestial mountains in the immortal world.

The demon-only medical immortal horse is looking forward, so there is no wind to reveal it.

The injury from the shaking was so severe that it would not heal easily after being burned by the Phoenix flame. She could only turn her over and lie down, Shi Qingyi applied medicine to her for fear of hurting her a little.

It’s just that the wound is extremely deep, even if it’s just a panacea spilled in, she was in cold sweat, her painful eyes were pitch black, and she felt a soft kiss falling tightly behind her in a trance, a little bit like a fire slowly Start a prairie fire.

Then came the blood from the open wrist, and the blood of Haruka Vanilla dripped into her wound.

Mozun's eyes closed and opened suddenly, as if filled with something in his heart, the whole person restrained and restrained, finally unable to restrain, turning around like lightning and accurately strangling the thin neck of the medical immortal.

Lift her away from behind her.

There was only moonlight in the attic, and besides the endless gloom, there was also silent tiredness that reflected in the eyes of the demon lord.

"Shi Qingyue! Why do I hate you so much and love you so much? How can you do this? When you love someone, you can hold her up to the sky, wishing to take off all the stars in the sky, and be so heartless when you don’t love. Heart-digging and skinning make people feel like purgatory."

"How could there be someone like you in the world? How could there be someone like you in the world?"

"Do you treat me as heartless? Do you treat me as if you can't feel the pain? Shi Qingyue!"

Why do you want to do it again? Whenever I want to kill you, you treat me so well that I can't do it and make me dream.

Mozun's hand tightened little by little, and the moment she almost strangled her was like a nightmare and woke up: "Why, why can't I even kill you! Why!"

Now the dragon girl, whose strength is only a few minutes away from the gods, has a hoarse voice, and she is carrying the sky full of wind, and fine dragon scales emerge from her hand, looking terrifying, she pinches the white-clothed immortal's neck, and slams her. Pressing against the wall, one more effort can pinch her neck off.

Her neck was tightly choked, and she couldn't breathe a single breath. Shi Qingyue's eyes were always compassionate and quiet. She looked at the person who was almost crazy, and for a long time, she held her dragon-scaled hand with her hands, and sent it from her throat. A faint voice: "A Luo..."

The demons with red eyes suddenly seemed to be awakened to their sanity by this sound. She suddenly let go, and the woman was thrown aside for several feet. She didn't dare to look any more, and turned her back abruptly.

Only the tightly clenched hands were so hard that the joints were blue and white, which affected the injury. Strands of blood penetrated the clothes. The Mozu stood still and trembling silently. She was convinced that she had never cried, only the cold moonlight soaked her clothes.

After a long time, there was a faint noise on the ground behind him, as if someone was groping for something, trying to stand up, and suddenly knocked somewhere, let out a muffled hum.

The people behind gently grabbed the corner of her clothes, and said in a panic: "A Luo, I can't see..."