Holy Son Anru lifted Qing Muling's hijab, and when he saw Qing Muling's peerless appearance, he couldn't help but swallow a mouthful of saliva.
Every race has different aesthetic concepts, but any race will fall in love with Qing Muling's appearance when they see it.
There were all kinds of roars of laughter from all around, and some even made some obscene moves in front of Qing Muling.
"Stab it!"
Holy Son Anru grabbed Qing Muling's shoulders and tore open her coat, revealing a pair of pure white shoulders.
The sounds of teasing around her became even louder. Qing Muling gritted her teeth, but there was nothing she could do. Her cultivation was under control and she didn't even have the right to commit suicide.
With her delicate body trembling, Qing Muling raised her head and took in the eyes of everyone in the hall.
"I swear, if I don't die today, I will kill all of you one day."
Qing Muling almost shouted hysterically.
What on earth had she done wrong for them to do this to her?
"Hahaha……"
No one cared about Qing Muling's threat, because it was unknown whether she would survive tonight.
The Stone Clan's heart is like a rock, their hearts are harder than a stone, and they have no sympathy or sympathy.
Anru stretched out his hand and continued to grab Qing Muling, intending to tear off her clothes and keep only one piece.
Qingmu Ling looked at the Rakshasa clan. Those standing around her were all her clansmen, but no one stood up to stop her, allowing her to be bullied.
If caught, Qing Muling's delicate body would be completely exposed to everyone.
The ten major races have no moral ethics. Unlike humans, sex is private and they are not willing to share it with others.
As for the Nether Clan and the Stone Clan, they don't think about this. Once their animal nature is stimulated, they are no different from monsters.
"Patriarch, should we stop her? After all, she was once our saint."
Some leaders of the Rakshasa clan couldn't stand it anymore. Although Qingmu Ling made a mistake, they would not punish her like this.
Barry glanced at the commander, who shrank his neck in fear and did not dare to speak.
The clan leader had been thinking about the land of the Stone Clan for a long time, and finally seized the opportunity and betrothed the Holy Girl to the Stone Clan in exchange for this land.
There are many mineral veins buried under this land, which are of no use to the Stone Tribe, but are of great use to the Rakshasa Tribe.
Qing Muling took a step back, avoiding Anlu's dirty hands.
This further aroused their animalistic desires. A ghost stood up, released a cold air, and wrapped it towards Qingmu Ling.
With her cultivation level sealed, Qing Mu Ling is now an ordinary person. She is shivering with cold air and looks even more charming.
"Be good, come here and dance with me."
Saint Anlu had a lewd and evil look on his face as he walked towards Qing Muling step by step.
With every step he took, the fat on his body swayed.
The huge body is about two tall trees, standing there like a tall tower.
Qing Muling took several steps back, with the stone wall behind him, and there was no way he could retreat.
Anru's claws are getting closer and closer to Qing Muling.
The main hall suddenly became quiet, and a murderous aura filled the entire Rakshasa clan. Some people with strong cultivation levels had already sensed it.
"Little beauty, be obedient and I will love you well."
Anru's huge palm grabbed Qing Muling's little face.
The palm of his hand was getting closer and closer, and Qingmu Ling was like a frightened bird, his body almost curled up together.
"Get your dirty hands off!"
Just when Anru was about to catch Qingmu Ling, a cold voice resounded throughout the Rakshasa clan.
The sudden sound caused the four major races to all stand up and look outside the hall.
Next!
A figure disappeared in a flash.
I don't know when there was an extra person in the hall.
Seeing the person coming, Qing Muling cried with joy, and tears burst into her eyes again.
"I came late and made you suffer."
Seeing Qing Muling, Liu Wuxie looked remorseful.
Qing Muling covered his face with his hands and was speechless.
"It's Liu Wuxie!"
After two full breaths of time passed, the four major races in the hall realized that the person coming was actually Liu Wuxie.
With a move of his hand, a sky curtain descended, sealing off the entire hall.
"From this moment on, no one can leave this hall alive!" Liu Wuxie said almost word for word.
Chapter completed!