The Devil's Wife, I Just Want to Survive

Facing Shen Ruyan's strong ridicule, Nangong Ya's eyes were red and tears were rolling in her eyes.

She was the daughter of the Nangong clan leader. When had she ever suffered such grievances?

"Shen Ruyan!"

"No!"

"Are you sick?"

"You are the only one who is rich, and my Nangong family is poor?"

"I have said eight hundred times that I am not interested in Senior Brother Zhao Yusheng, not interested, not interested, what do you want from me?"

"No."

"Do I have a grudge against you?"

"You are using an old man's affairs to disgust me?"

"I am the eldest daughter of the Nangong clan, why should I like him!"

Shen Ruyan's face sank: "How dare you say that Brother Yusheng is an old man!"

She threw the Phoenix Feather Chicken in her hand aside and raised her hand to shoot a flame!

Nangong Ya's eyes flashed with fire, and a pill furnace suddenly appeared in front of her. The pill furnace opened, and the flame shot by Shen Ruyan was directly sucked in.

Playing with fire in front of the Nangong clan, what's the difference between this and brandishing a big knife in front of Guan Gong?

Suddenly Shen Ruyan stopped: "You are deliberately provoking me, you want me to bully the weak, and then go and cry to Brother Yu Sheng."

"Sorry, how can I be fooled by such a trick?"

Shen Ruyan snorted, then walked out of the chicken coop with a proud step and looked at Nangong Ya, who was half a head shorter than her: "You, stinky, the same smell as the chicken coop."

After saying that, Shen Ruyan took a step and passed by Nangong Ya with tears in her eyes.

After Shen Ruyan left, Nangong Ya pursed her lips tightly.

She lowered her head and raised her hand to wipe away her tears, and did not take the spirit stone ticket on the ground. She turned around and flew back to her residence, rolled up her clothes and flew away on the sword.

This Xianyue Sect, she didn't want to stay!

She was from Jinshui City, and heard that Xianyue Sect was stronger, so she joined here.

She was indeed very strong when she became the Xianyue Sect, and she was also very good at teaching disciples, but that was before. In the past two years, these two crazy people have been bothering her for no reason, and she can't say anything because of their status as the direct disciples of the two sect masters.

Today!

She can't swallow this grievance!

She wants to go home!

It doesn't matter if she doesn't stay in this Xianyue Sect!

.........May 9........

Mo Lingqing and Wang Que, who have been on the run for two and a half days, are still on the run.

Mo Lingqing is even more miserable at this moment. Her bloody clothes are damaged in many places, and the blood at the corners of her mouth has long dried. She has no intention of wiping the blood at the corners of her mouth.

A few miles behind, the Poison King is still chasing her with a poisonous cloud, and occasionally releases one or two spells to attack.

In the skull, Mo Lingqing's soul power is immersed in the storage ring, and habitually wants to take out a bottle of pills to restore spiritual power and blood.

This look... The recovery pills in the storage ring are already empty.

He took out the last bottle of pills for restoring spiritual power that he had taken out two hours ago.

He pulled out the bottle stopper, and there was only one pill with some medicine residue left inside.

Wang Que's eyes moved slightly when he saw this.

Mo Lingqing said nothing, and stuffed the medicine residue and the last pill directly into his mouth and swallowed them.

He took out the spiritual wine, and drank all the last few bottles of spiritual wine to refine spiritual power.

On the side, a dagger appeared in Wang Que's hand. Looking at the dagger, Wang Que hesitated. After hesitating for a moment, he gritted his teeth and cut his palm to receive a bottle of blood.

Putting away the dagger, Wang Que took out the Qingmu Shield and said softly: "Village Master, this Qingmu Shield can still be used for the last two times."

"This matter... blame me for being too hesitant."

"If it happens again, I will never do this!"

Mo Lingqing still raced against time to restore spiritual power, and ignored Wang Que's intentions at all.

Wang Que lowered his head and pursed his lips slightly. After a moment, he looked up at Mo Lingqing who was still wearing the evil ghost mask.

"Chief, this is my blood essence. You can use it to activate the Qingmu Shield."

"As for me... I am a direct descendant of the Wang family in Jinyang City. If I show my identity, he may not dare to kill me."

"You can't escape if you take me with you."

After saying that, Wang Que took a deep breath, put down the jade bottle containing blood essence and the Qingmu Shield, stood up and jumped out, grabbing the skull's eyes.

This jump was definitely a death sentence. He killed the son of the Poison King. How could the Poison King let him go?

To be honest, he didn't want to die.

But if he continued to drag it on... neither he nor the Blood Witch could escape.

Since this situation was caused by his hesitation and cowardice... then he would stand up and solve it himself.

Without this burden of his own... "She will be able to escape, after all, she is the Blood Witch, and she has so many tricks."

At this moment, he had many thoughts and regretted it.

He didn't regret jumping out to commit suicide, but he regretted not being able to decisively cut down the evil young man with a knife!

"If I could have another chance, if, hehe..."

In my mind, the dark ancientThe halberd seemed to sense Wang Que's strong emotional fluctuations and trembled slightly.

But it seemed that because Wang Que was too weak, the dark ancient halberd only trembled once and then stopped responding.

Inside the skull, Mo Lingqing's eyes moved slightly, and a piece of blood-colored silk flew out and entangled Wang Que's legs and pulled him back.

Throwing Wang Que aside, Mo Lingqing didn't even look at him, but said coldly: "Stupid!"

Wang Que leaned against the skull and laughed at himself: "Village leader, there is no way, the oil is exhausted, you and I will never escape."

"Damn late Earth Bridge Realm, how can he be so strong!"

Mo Lingqing said coldly: "He is strong, but not as strong as you think!"

"On the day when this village leader took you to rob, this village leader's injuries had only recovered to 80%."

"This village leader is not in the peak state to sneak attack, his Earth Bridge Realm... is not watered!"

Wang Que was stunned: "The watered Earth Bridge Realm is so strong, wouldn't the watered Earth Bridge Realm be more terrifying?"

Mo Lingqing ignored Wang Que, but made seals with both hands. As the seals were formed, his eyes were suddenly covered with a layer of bloody red light.

The jade hand pushed forward, and hundreds of scarlet blood lines flew out and spread to both sides. In the mountains, all the monsters that came into contact with the blood lines were drained of their blood in one breath and flowed back along the blood lines.

She actually knew how to use the secret method of evil cultivation!

"Humph." Seeing this, the Poison King laughed without any hurry: "The secret method has been used up, it has reached the limit."

Raised his hand and pointed, and sword energy broke through the air, and the sword cut off the red lines that flowed back!

With the other hand, he made a seal, pinched the seal and pulled and squeezed the blood line in front!

Suddenly, the blood lines that flowed back flew towards him.

Swallowing a lot of blood, the Poison King's face looked a little better.

"Blood Witch, how does it feel to make wedding clothes for me?"

"Using such a secret method in front of me, I think you don't know how high the sky is and how deep the earth is!"

After saying that, the Poison King didn't even pinch the seal, and hundreds of red lines burst out of his body. These red lines were thicker and swam in all directions at a faster speed.

Mo Lingqing at most devoured the blood of the monster, but this poison king...

Wherever he passed, the village was devoured and turned into his blood!

Lingxiao Continent is such a place where the strong prey on the weak and harm others for their own benefit.

The weak, don't complain, either seek shelter and slowly cultivate to become strong, or unwillingly become nutrients for others!

If mortals want to survive, one is to go to a city protected by laws, and the other is to seek protection in a village with powerful people, otherwise... hehe.

In the skull, the secret method was broken, and Mo Lingqing, who was sitting cross-legged, was backlashed and spit out blood again.

Unsteadily, she leaned forward with one hand on the ground, turned her head slightly and looked at Wang Que, blood still dripping from the corner of her mouth: "Wang Que, where are the betrothal gifts given by your Wang family, eighty-eight boxes of elixirs!"

Wang Que was stunned: "Didn't you put them on the table in the attic? I didn't take them."

"You!" Mo Lingqing pressed her other hand on her chest and spurted out another mouthful of blood: "You!"

Wang Que lowered his head: "Village leader, we are at the end of our rope. Just do as I say. I will do my own thing. If you don't take me with you, there may be a glimmer of hope."

Mo Lingqing took a deep breath and slowly sat up to stabilize her body. Her voice was still cold and quiet: "At the end of our rope? Running out of energy?"

"Hehe."

She actually laughed!

But this smile was too cold.

"I, Mo Lingqing, never believe in fate!"

"Besides, I am not like you. I don't have any back-up cards!"

Wang Que looked up suddenly in shock: "Is there any way out in this situation?"