With two soft sounds of "puff", two drops of thick ink fell on the stone bed where Feng Yi had just sat cross-legged, and a burst of black smoke suddenly appeared. The entire stone bed was corroded into a pool of black water in an instant, which made him feel creepy. If he had been stained with a little bit, he would probably have no bones left now.

"You're not slow. I wonder if you can avoid the next move?" A figure in the room gradually became solid, but it was no one else. It was Belita's aunt's bloody shadow. I think it was avenging her niece.

Feng Yi looked around and suddenly found that the whole room seemed to be completely isolated from the outside world and had no connection with him.

"I said, "Sister, it wasn't enough for you to molest me last time. Now it's still late at night that you're here to molest me. How can you let me go?" Feng Yi understood that he couldn't hide, so he just laughed. He didn't believe that Xue Xinying really dared to kill him, and at most he could suffer a little.

"What a sharp mouth, are you thinking that I can't take your life, right? Yes, you guessed very accurately. I really won't take your life. I just want your life." Xue Xinying snorted coldly.

Feng Yi opened his mouth wide and said with a sad and angry look: "No, a soldier can be killed but not humiliated. I can tolerate it when I kiss and touch it. If I ask me to serve you with my life, I will never do it."

Xue Xinying's breathing stagnated and her face turned pale. She realized her grammatical disease as soon as she spoke, but was caught and teased by this kid. If she hadn't been concerned that the relationship between the three demon kings was very subtle recently, she would have really been a killer, but it would have been more painful for him to destroy his life.

"Ice Blood Palm!" Xue Xinying snorted coldly, raised her slender hand, and a blood-colored ice cold handprint rushed towards Feng Yi's lower body like lightning.

Feng Yi was about to dodge, but suddenly he found that the air was imprisoned. He was nailed to the spot as if he had fallen to the ground and took root, and could not move a single finger.

"Damn, I don't want to be a eunuch." Feng Yi was furious. He had never eaten meat or had a girl when he came to this world. Could it be that the little brother below would be defeated here?

Just as the cold bloody handprint was about to hit the lower body, a powerful energy suddenly came from the acupoints in the eyebrows. Feng Yi felt his head swelling, as if it was about to explode. Then his eyes turned black and he felt the cold and cold air of his lower body attacking, and the skin around his crotch became numb and he actually lost consciousness.

Feng Yi was dizzy and his mouth was almost shattered. He wouldn't have really become such a great profession as eunuch. Oh my god, the earth, kill me, let me travel through time again.

But at this moment, Xue Xinying was stunned. She couldn't figure out why her ice blood palm suddenly changed direction and penetrated between her legs against the skin on Feng Yi's inner thigh. And not only that, the palm wind ripped his crotch as soon as it passed through Feng Yi's thigh, and the hideous huge piece immediately stunned her.

"You bastard." Xue Xinying came back to her senses, and she could no longer control her anger. She shouted and a blood light shot towards Feng Yi's chest.

With a "boom", Feng Yi shot back like a cannonball, and blood beads spurted out from his mouth. When his man was about to hit the wall, he was bounced back by an invisible layer of energy.

Xue Xinying regretted it after taking action. She didn't hold back at all with anger. You can imagine how powerful the twelve-winged purple demon Anger would be. Although she did not condense the demon wings, she also knew that Feng Yi had no chance of survival.

Seeing Feng Yi's body bounce back, she felt soft and stretched out her jade hand to catch Feng Yi, sighing softly, but she didn't know how to end. How could the Night Demon King give up?

"You...you are so cruel..." What surprised Xue Xinying was that Feng Yi was still breathing a sigh of relief and tried hard to raise his hand to point at her. When he lifted it in front of her chest, he softened his fingers and slid across the top of her chest, and there was no sound again.

Xue Xinying almost threw Feng Yi out, but when she remembered that he was dead in her hands, she forced herself to do so, and loosened her hands and put him on the ground.

Feng Yi's death was extremely terrifying, his eyes angrily, his face twisted, his mouth tilted, and there was no sign of life on his body. Xue Xinying felt Feng Yi's heartbeat and pulsation, and after he found that he was dead and could not die, he sighed in a complicated way. He disappeared into the room like an invisible person, and the isolation energy that enveloped the room also dissipated in an instant.

After a while, the dead Feng Yi suddenly moved, his expression began to return to normal, and his eyes became agile. He stroked his chest and cried, sat up and looked at his crotch. When he found that the little brother An Ranwuyang who was fighting side by side with him was ecstatic, the skin around him gradually recovered from numbness. Only then did he realize that Xue Xinying's move had turned wrong.

"My little girl, one day, I will give you two aunts and nieces..." Feng Yi gritted his teeth. After this disaster, some violent thoughts arose in his heart. Before he could finish speaking, his chest became stuffy again, and a mouthful of blood gushed out of his throat.

Feng Yi sat down cross-legged and adjusted his breath for a while, and his consciousness sank into his eyebrows to check the mysterious green calming bead. He knew that it was the greatest hero to save his life today. However, he was surprised to find that the calming bead, which had always been flashing with green light, was dull at this time, like a dying dying person.

When the first move of Xuexinying's Ice Blood Palm came, Feng Yi clearly felt that the Ding Shenzhu in the eyebrows emitted a powerful energy. When Xuexinying's fatal blow was filled with anger, the breath of the Ding Shenzhu rushed to his chest warmly, surrounding and dissolving the blood evil energy that rushed into his body. In addition, he was wearing the Yinsha silk soft armor given by the Night Demon King. In fact, he was not seriously injured. It would be better to regulate his breath for two two weeks. If it weren't for the Ding Shenzhu, the Yinsha silk soft armor would definitely not be able to protect him with the twelve-winged purple demon's thrust.

At this time, the Ding Shen Pearl was dim and I don’t know if it could be recovered?

"What are the broken soft armor? Or is it said that it is the close-fitting soft armor worn by the Demon King. The Demon King is the Eighteen-winged Demon. He will wear such a garbage thing that cannot block the attack of the Twelve-winged Purple Demon? It seems that the ancestor who got this soft armor is bragging." Feng Yi thought to himself.
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