You Sheng could not answer. Whether it was her body or soul, she felt a severe pain like tear, and rolling blood and tears flowed out from the corners of her eyes.

She was angry and frightened.

She knew clearly that Yan Zuo would not kill her, because what was engraved on that wedding book was not only the names of the two of them, but also the Divine Realm and the Wasteland Realm.

She had tried to kill her engagement thousands of times, not because she could not do it, but because she could not.

On the contrary, although Yan Zuo is easy to kill her at this moment, he cannot really kill her.

Although I knew this, Yousheng was still angry, afraid, and his soul was trembling.

Because she saw the black dress on her body, just like a marshmallow in the water, turning into black starlight from the hem of the skirt, melting away...

This punch is so sinister and cruel!

The scene in front of her was scattered and blurred, and the light and shadow intertwined. She watched the man slowly stepping forward, with a sneer on his face lifting his palm and unbuttoned a button from his clothes.

A simple action, the vicious meaning of it is self-evident.

Yousheng trembles!

"I know that you have a noble background and like to make trouble on weekdays. Well, if you go into the dark abyss, I will accompany you into the dark abyss to make trouble together.

If you want to kill Shura King, I will do whatever you want, because I know that you, who have descended from the divine nature, cannot kill Shura King without any means.

I don't mind wasting fifty years of playing a small game with you again, but, I really didn't expect that you could actually find your father's Dark Bow in Zhufa Mountain."

Yan Zuo unbuttoned the second button on his lapel, his pace was always slow and slow, his attitude was like boiling a frog in warm water. His eyes were quite helpless and angry: "As a wife, you are so disobedient, I really can't do anything to you. Although I don't want to do this forcing people to do this, you really..."

A strange light flowed from the black and golden pupils: "My patience has been exhausted. Shura Daohua, you have actually passed it to a weak demon junior. If you don't teach you a lesson today, my husband, I really can't swallow this breath!"

The falling body hit the illusory soul, and the two finally merged again, and the pain of the soul and flesh gods merged, and a terrible destruction burst out to wake up the fist and began to rage wildly.

The black skirt was torn into thighs under the erosion of the fist, and each strand of thighs differentiated countless times in an instant until they completely disappeared.

He smiled with his left mouth and looked full of expectations.

You Sheng's eyes wide open, and his eyes were as determined as a galaxy. His red lips slowly opened and closed: "Don't think about it!"

The star sand between the eyebrows suddenly shone brightly.

She wanted to forcibly break the seal that bound the divine nature. Before the period came, she forced the divine nature to reverse it, but the power that erupted from the seal was enough to destroy her body.

He made the left mouth stiff, and his eyes were extremely gloomy.

He gritted his teeth tightly, and every word seemed to be ground from the gap between his teeth: "You would rather die than follow me!"

You Sheng's body falling back was about to crash into a towering ancient tree in the sea of ​​trees. She bit her silver teeth, with a bone-like stubbornness and arrogance: "The daughter of the Netherworld has never had the word "obedience!"

Even if it was the person in her heart, she could shed her pride and put down her dignity as a goddess, but she had never surrendered to that person whether it was the first encounter or the separation.

She is Yousheng, born as a goddess on the clouds. Even if she breaks her bones and bites her teeth, she will never kneel into the dust and surrender to others!

When Yan Zuo saw that the star sand between her eyebrows was blooming to the extreme, he was obviously very serious and furious!

The wind in the world rolled up You Sheng's black broken skirt, and a wide white robe was gathered on You Sheng's depressed and weak body.

She finally didn't hit the cold ancient tree body. Her cold chest held her with the breath of night and morning dew, wrapped her in her arms.

A clearly slender palm covered her eyes, and the palm also covered the star sand that was about to collapse between You Sheng's eyebrows.

The remaining power of the left punch was not dispersed, and the two people who were stacked together in front and back hit an ancient tree. The three of them hugged the thick ancient tree together and broke it in the waist.

Yousheng did not suffer any second damage because the person behind him gently protected her and removed the impact.

A silence of groaning, a few drops of warm blood overflowed, and lay on Yousheng's shoulders, wetting his white robe.

Under the white robe, the black skirt was cracked.

But in the end, the actor did not achieve his ultimate goal, and even the opportunity to feast his eyes was ruined by this timely rainy white robe.

But he had no way to care about this, because at this moment, Yan Zuo was struck by lightning, and his body was covered in gloom and a terrible momentum swept across the sky.

It was as if he had seen the most unlikely thing in this world. He took three steps back, his eyes trembling!

I saw the man behind Yousheng holding Yousheng, slowly stood up from the broken leaves, staring at him with dark eyes, as dark as the abyss.

His voice was as warm as spring rain: "Since I can't swallow this, can I kill you?"

You Sheng's back was instantly stiff. Regardless of the heavy injuries in his body, he began to struggle uneasy and struggled hard. He raised his hand and grabbed the cold palm that covered his eyes.

"Be honest." The man behind her butt pushed hard with his knee, completely ignoring the severe torn injury inside her body. You Sheng's legs trembled and fell directly into the arms of the man behind her.

As expected, she became honest, but... the palm of her hand that covered her eyes was wet.

She choked and sniffed, unable to say a word.

There is not a darkness in front of me, because the eyes of the gods can clearly see things even in the darkness.

She opened her eyes stinged by tears and looked at the palm lines close to her in front of her. She could no longer tell the truth about whether it was sad or joy, or sorrow.

I just felt that all the internal organs were stirring and burning like that.

The warm voice in my ears continued: "Sleep for a while, and when you wake up, everything will pass."

His voice was like a demonic sound. Even though You Sheng stubbornly wanted to stay awake, his eyelids gradually became heavier and slowly closed.

After all, the heavy pain caused to her by the heavy punch in her body could not be overcome. Once the soul forced her to leave her body, her consciousness gradually faded away from her coma.

He hugged Yousheng who had fallen asleep and did not pick her up like he did when he hugged Fenghuang or Su Xie.

Instead, he dragged his arms like a big doll, but fortunately, he was still considering that she was barefoot and sharp wood thorns were growing on the ground. He lifted Yousheng's body up with force and rubbed her small snow-white barefoot on his boots.

The most famous goddess in the world of the Void God, but she was dragged in her arms in this posture, looking a bit funny.

But the actor Zuo couldn't laugh at all, not only because the man was holding his arms, but his nominal fiancée, but more importantly, the reason is...

"Son of the Emperor?"

The dry throat rolled out of the two hoarse words.

He felt aroused in his heart, and the two characters were shocked and suspicious.

The man behind Yousheng was a whole head taller than Yousheng. One palm still covered her eyes in front of her eyes, and the other arm steadily wrapped around her slender waist. Her deep eyes were light and shadowless, just like the eternal abyss of lacquer, bottomless.

And that face is the face of the emperor's son who has disappeared for thousands of years.

He would not know what the emperor's son looks like, so he was shocked.

According to rumors in the divine world, the emperor's son killed his fellow tribe and committed a serious crime. When he fell into the Yellow Spring Hell, he suddenly realized, learned from his pain, and was willing to bear the torture of his own, and was willing to suffer the pain of bloody infants and ghosts eating.

The ghost baby is a mysterious creature that breaks away from the seven realms. He can eat gods and refine them and becomes a food in their stomachs. No matter whether it is a god or a demon, there is no chance to turn over the cycle of reincarnation.

Some people say that the emperor's son cannot bear the pain of the torture of the ages, but seeks liberation.

Some people also say that the Emperor's son made an unknown transaction with the box under the Blood Baby Tree. The box promised him that he would feed thousands of ghost babies with divine blood.

But no matter what kind of rumors or statements, what can be obtained is the only conclusion.

That is the emperor's son in heaven, whose soul will be gone and will fall forever!

If it is complete, it will be short; if it is extreme, it will be reversed; if it is full, it will be lost.

The emperor perfectly interpreted these sentences.

On the Nine Heavenly Palace, the most shining and youngest star slid down from the sky and could no longer shine again.

Yan Zuo was unbelievable. He felt that the person in front of him must be fake. He shouted fiercely: "Who are you?"

The man's voice came with the breeze. After years of accumulation, he lost some of his sharpness and had more restrained warmth: "I know, my name is Wuqixie, the Son of the Ninth Heaven, and the One Who Reincarnated for All Eternity."

"This is impossible..." Yan Zuo's face turned pale.

If we say that with that paper engagement, there are still various possibilities for him to deal with You Sheng.

But if it were... the emperor's son would have lived forever, the Netherworld God would not need to continue the engagement.

And he is not dead, and that persistent goddess is even more unlikely to fall in love with others!

Whoosh!

An invisible sword energy penetrated the sky and cut open his cheeks. The red blood flowed unstoppably. The powerful body of the gods and the power of stars flowing in their bodies could not heal this small wound.

Yan Yan's left eyes trembled, his fingers stroked the wound on his cheek, and the sword intent remaining on his fingertips was just a touch, but it made people tremble, and his heartbeat was like a war drum!

The Great Stele Sword Qi!

In this world, some people can imitate the face of the emperor's son, but they cannot imitate the sword of the emperor's son!

The person in front of you!

He can only be Wuqi Xie!

The fear in the heart of this young master of Jiuye was growing at an astonishing speed.

But he forced himself to keep an eye on his mind and pretended to be calm: "So what if you are the emperor's son? Yousheng is my fiancée who plays Zuo. Could it be that you still want to care about other people's family affairs?"

The man's eyes were still deep like the sea, and he just said lightly: "When did you see me discussing these principles with others?"

Yan Zuo's expression stagnated and his face was gloomy. When his eyes were flowing, he captured the breath that was revealed in the emperor's body. He couldn't help but frown again, and he said with a little careful tentative expression: "Why is the breath in your body now that the realm of the realm is only Shenyou?"

The man lowered his eyes: "Killing you is very simple."
Chapter completed!