The reborn concubine wants to divorce her husband

Chapter 1110 Under the Devil’s Butcher’s Knife

The original cry of pain was suppressed by biting down on the lower lip, and the little figure curled up on the ground again. The eyes were stubborn, but already full of despair.

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

In the demon world, if you want to escape, you will never be able to escape, especially since the human aura on her body is so obvious. Even if you walk out of this restaurant, the end will be the same.

Or, in addition to dying, you can only watch yourself being treated like food, being sold, and being cooked...

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

However, in the eyes of the demons, human life and death are just like domestic animals, and living ones are definitely worth much more than dead ones.

How could it be so easy for her to be killed?

The small theater that took place off the field did not cause much movement, and the bidding was still going on.

However, compared to the excited and enthusiastic shouting just now, as the price gets higher and higher, there are only a few left.

"One hundred thousand coins!" A rough and creepy voice shouted from a certain wing.

"One hundred and ten thousand..."

"One hundred and fifteen thousand..."

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

Seeing that she was about to leave, she stopped because of the human below, and her face seemed to change.

Involuntarily, a smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.

"Miss Feng, if you like, I can fight for that human being for you."

Hearing this, Feng Xi turned her eyes 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 vaguely sounded from a certain wing.

"I want that human being. Who dares to snatch it from me?"

The voice that was still shouting out the price was suddenly silenced by the sudden sound.

Hei Lian'er, who was in a certain wing, glanced at the small human figure under the stage, and said in a somewhat angry voice: "Why are you still standing there? I'm hungry, please make something delicious for me."

As soon as these words came out, the man in black in the audience didn't seem to dare to say anything. He grabbed the little figure curled up on the ground and planned to go to the kitchen.

"Let me go, devil..."

A desperate but angry cry suddenly sounded from the audience.

The little figure who looked terrified just now, when the man in black stretched out his hand, suddenly seemed to become violent, opened his mouth and bit the hand that was reaching out to her.

The moment the man in black let go of his hand in pain, her figure hit the sharp corner under the stage again.

Even if she wants to die, she doesn't want to die under the slaughtering knives of these demons.

"No..." Pharaoh and Jiashi shouted secretly, subconsciously wanting to take action.

But at this moment, a long black whip, like a spiritual snake, flew towards the audience in an instant.

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

This scene made the demon clan members present seem slightly stunned.

Including the fourth prince Hei Qi in the wing.

Feng Xi's hand moved slightly, and almost instantly, the long whip wrapped around her wrist was withdrawn, and the small figure was brought up along with it.

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

(End of chapter)