Xiao Hu's flying knife suddenly withdrew from Meteor Soul's chest, bringing out a string of flying blood flowers...
Meteor Soul's body was supported by the double blades and he did not fall to the ground. He looked at the little fox with complicated eyes, seeming to be silently telling how lucky he was to die in the hands of the little fox.
I don't know why, but at this moment when Xiaohu looked at such a pair of eyes, his heart suddenly became depressed, and his tight red lips moved slightly, "For Ye Xi, you must die!"
His voice was very low, as if he was explaining to Meteor Soul the reason for killing him. His handsome face gradually lost color, but his eyes were still staring at the little fox, without any resentment. This one was about the same age as Luo Li.
man!
"sorry……!"
A trace of bright red blood flowed down the corner of Meteor Soul's mouth. The three broken words exhausted all his strength. His pupils gradually lost focus. What finally stayed in those eyes was the memory of the little fox and the world.
Deeply helpless, his body fell down and lay right at Xiaohu's feet.
And at the moment Meteor Soul fell, the unconscious Ye Xi spurted out a mouthful of blood, and the cold face was full of pain. The frightened little fox quickly put back his wandering thoughts, "Ye Xi...
…!”
The eyes that had been dull for a long time slowly opened their eyes, and only glanced at the chaotic scene, then lowered their eyelashes, and the pain on his face became more obvious, fixed on the anxious face of the little fox, his brows furrowed, and then
Passed out once.
At this moment, Yan Jinghong and others who were entangled by Yu Wuxie also saw the death of Meteor Soul. They were instantly furious and swept wildly with energy, "Star Soul!"
"Star Soul...!"
Yan Jinghong's voice was full of sorrow. Compared with the calmness when Shen Lianshuang died, Yan Jinghong now seemed much more humane.
Leng Juesha and Lei Shura also discovered the death of Meteor Soul, and their faces were instantly filled with pain. Leng Juesha's eyes shot straight at the little fox through the burning flames, and accusations, anger, and regret poured out all at once.
out.
In an instant, he jumped out of the fighting circle with Yu Wuxie and rushed straight towards Xiaohu. Xuan Lingjiu and Qingyi were about to rush away, but were blocked by Xiaohu. The colorful rhombus yarn was already in the air with no one to control it.
Tossing and dancing, before Leng Juesha could get close to the little fox, he had already been firmly tied into a rice dumpling.
"Why do you want to kill him, you cruel woman...!"
"I will kill you to avenge him...!"
"Do you know how much he likes you?"
"Tell me, why did you want to kill him?"
"I'm going to kill you...!"
Leng Juesha's angry roar was extremely clear in the entire arena. The sad pain of losing his brother made Leng Juesha almost collapse.
The originally sunny sky gradually turned gray. There was a crack of thunder, a bolt of lightning flashed, a thunder resounded, and the pouring rain poured down instantly, as if to mourn these dead souls.
Xiaohu stopped the person behind him from taking action and stared quietly at Leng Juesha, who was half kneeling on the ground unable to move. Two lines of tears slowly fell from his red eyes. There was a deep feeling in the eyes looking at Xiaohu.
Pain and disappointment.
Do you know how much he likes you?
"Haha...haha!" Xiaohu's laughter seemed crisp and cool in the heavy rain. Looking at Leng Juesha's crying face, the pink voice slowly squatted down and lifted Leng Juesha's chin with slender fingers.
.
"Tell me, how much does he like me?"
Xiaohu's voice was very soft, so soft that you wouldn't even know what she was saying unless you tightened your ears carefully, but her eyes seemed to see into the depths of Leng Juesha's heart, which was embarrassing, self-blaming, regretful, and unwilling.
…
The battle between Yu Wuxie, Yan Jinghong and Lei Shura is still going on, and Feng Jinrui is always looking at the overall situation. The situation is definitely not as simple as what he sees in front of him. There must be experts behind Yan Jinghong.
.
Because of Xiaohu's soft question, Leng Juesha angrily tried to shake off the cold fingers that lifted his chin, but was restrained by others and had no effect at all.
Facing the ruthlessness of the little fox, Leng Juesha's heart was like thousands of ants gnawing at him. Heavy rain poured down from his head, annihilating the tears he didn't want others to see, "You ruthless woman...!"
Accusing every word, Leng Juesha glared at the smiling little fox fiercely. Why did he and Xinghun fall in love with such a woman? He was the master's favorite, and even more so the master's enemy. Why...
The chin was suddenly released, and the little fox's face returned to indifference, "Being sentimental or ruthless, I never need others to criticize, Leng Juesha, if you are my people, I will protect you with my life, but you are my enemy.
Of course I risk my life!"
The calm voice slowly narrated word by word.
Leng Juesha looked into the cold eyes of the little fox and laughed furiously, "Being loyal to the Lord, what's wrong with that?"
The little fox stood up from the ground, flicked his robe, and a cold aura shot out in an instant, "Why should you be loyal to such a master? You have all been poisoned by poison, but each one of you is still dead-set. Since you dare to harm my people
, don’t you have the consciousness to bear death? Or should I let you go just because you like me? Hmm?”
Xiaohu's voice was already filled with coldness. If it were before, how could she have said so many words? The body lying in front of her must have been a soundless corpse. After listening to Xiaohu's words, Leng Juesha said,
Suddenly he looked up at Xiaohu in confusion, "I don't know what you are talking about?"
The voice was whispering, drowned in the thunder, but Xiaohu didn't give him time to dodge, and continued, "Everyone in the Bloodthirsty Palace has a black skull on their wrist, isn't it a poisonous poison?
Leng Juesha, I feel really sad for you!"
As soon as Xiaohu finished speaking, he stretched out his hand, and the colorful rhombus yarn had returned to his hand. Leng Juesha instantly untied the restraints, but he was sitting on the ground like a puddle of soft mud, without any reaction.
At this moment, Yu Wuxie heard a loud roar, "Qilin roars!"
The scorching fire fist struck the chests of Yan Jinghong and Lei Shuluo with a sky-high fury. The sky was filled with fire, and the same scene as Xi Yuexue appeared again.
It's just that this time it's the 'Master Yuxie' who people call him, dressed in red gauze, wrapped in flames, riding a red fire unicorn, majestic and majestic, looking down at Yan Jinghong who was knocked to the ground, the fireball in the unicorn's mouth is still condensing.
Now, with just one heavy blow, Yan Jinghong will definitely die.
Yu Wuxie's eyes were cold and empty. When he caught a glimpse of the little fox's slightly opened mouth, he raised his eyebrows, like a child waiting to be praised. He looked a little proud, "Little thing, I'm very proud."
Awesome!"
In an instant, he withdrew his eyes, which were already cold and dull. The roar of the unicorn covered the roar of thunder, "Yan Jinghong, suffer death!"
At this moment, a hoarse strange cry sounded, and at the same time, a black energy ball rushed towards the little fox through the crowd, "Evil spirit, break it!"
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I'll write a side story about Leng Juesha and Meteor Soul, and you guys can decide whether to save them or not!