The first goddess of pride

The flowing red hair fell in front of her, with a perfect and evil face, as enchanting as a witch. Staring at her face, it was obviously a smiling face, but looking at her eyes made her feel cold.

My whole heart trembled.

The feeling of being in hell and about to die soon made her feel like she had fallen into an ice cellar. At this moment, her cold and proud face no longer had the serious and proud expression of the past, and was full of female fear.

She doesn't want to die, she really doesn't want to die!

"You don't want to die, right?" Li Xie's evil eyes seemed to clearly see the deepest thoughts in An Qianxi's heart.

An Qianxi nodded like a puppet, with a trace of mist appearing in her eyes. It was the deepest fear of him, as if he was a ghost in the world.

"Since you don't want to die? Why did you rush up? I thought you were very powerful because you were the elder of the Demon King, right?" Li Xie's voice seemed to be about to emit cold air, becoming even more cold.

An Qianxi shook her head involuntarily.

No, she didn't want to die. Why did the man in front of her give her so much fear? Why was she so frightened, as if he was Yama in the world?

"Do you know who I hate the most for so many years?" Li Xie's hand had already touched her neck, and gradually tightened on her trembling body.

An Qianxi began to feel pain, and the air in her chest became less and less.

"What I hate the most is the elders of Doutian Academy. If it weren't for them, I wouldn't have missed it. I missed that person's death..." Li Xie's seriousness caused a flash of past pain to disappear in an instant.

, turned into even more brutal hatred.

"So, let's take it as revenge. You must - die." Li Xie's eyes were filled with the joy of hatred.

His big, well-articulated palms tightened tighter and tighter on An Qianxi's neck. An Qianxi's eyes widened, but she couldn't move. She felt like she could no longer find any air. Her eyes gradually almost vomited out and filled with so much energy.

Bloodshot.

She was desperate, she was really going to die.

Why? They obviously thought that the three people would rush in. As long as they waited until that person came, he would be a Demon Saint-level figure, and they would be confident. But why, now they have no power to fight back?

Is this the strength of holy magicians? They don't even have room to resist?

Her world gradually darkened, and she gradually lost her image during the questioning. She gave up. She only blamed herself for being too self-righteous.

Li Xie looked at the life in his hand, which was like an ant, losing bit by bit. There was no emotion in his eyes.

As long as these guys are dealt with, we will feel more at ease and be able to rest for a while.

Just as I was thinking about it, I suddenly felt a cold and sharp attack coming from the bottom of the steps!

Li Xie was so horrified that he not only retracted his hand, but also let go. An Qianxi became like a doll with its strings cut off, rolling down the steps.

At the bottom of the steps, a man caught An Qianxi who had fainted.

"An Qianxi!" Yu Minqing's face was ferocious. He stood next to Jun Ruoshui. His body and mind were violent. He was full of anger. Looking at the dead bodies of Waite and Mo Fan, Yu Minqing was almost filled with hatred.

Talk about burning yourself.

But when his eyes met that of the red-haired man, he felt as if his heart was trembling with fear, as if he had fallen into an ice cellar!

Who is he? Why is his aura so powerful? His aura is enough to rival Jun Ruoshui! How terrifying and cold!