But before the tip of the sword penetrated the flesh, it was already clamped by two slender fingers, preventing it from entering even an inch.

With a bit of sarcasm, Li Weiran said with a half-smile: "You guys alone are no match for me? Where is Di Mingjue? His precious son is about to die, doesn't he plan to take a look?

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"What kind of curse did you cast on Xiaobao?" Luoyu asked anxiously, "You pervert, why did my Sixth Senior Sister and Xiaobao feel sorry for you? Why do you want to be so haunted and plot to frame them again and again?"

Li Weiran's icy blue pupils were stained with bits of scarlet, as dark as the netherworld, bottomless: "They have not sorry for me, but who makes them the people Di Mingjue cares about the most? I can't kill Di Mingjue.

Jue, it can only make him lose everything and make him miserable."

As soon as he finished speaking, Li Weiran's fingers suddenly moved.

The Qijue Sword made a buzzing sound and vibrated violently.

After being blessed by [Cloud Marrow Bone], this sword is almost unbreakable.

However, the natal sword was violently shaken, and Muyan still felt as if the sea of ​​consciousness was being distorted in an instant, and her face turned pale in pain.

The next moment, a cold hand without any warmth grabbed his throat.

Li Weiran smiled lightly, shyly and gently: "It seems that just killing Di Mingjue's son is not enough to cause him pain, so let's kill him too. Without my fiancée and my precious son, I want to take a look.

Will Di Mingjue be able to live like a normal person in the future?"

Bang--!

Just when the cold fingers were about to tighten and strangle Muyan's throat.

Li Weiran suddenly flew backwards.

Muyan was embraced into a familiar embrace.

The crackling sound of lightning filled the room inside and outside.

Li Weiran fell to the ground with a big hole in his abdomen, and there was a lot of blood. Black and purple lightning kept jumping around his wound, burning every inch of his flesh and blood.

Despite Li Weiran's perseverance, his body was also convulsing violently due to pain.

After struggling for a long time, he fell down and was in a terrible state.

But there was no trace of pain or fear on his face, instead he showed an excited smile.

"Di Mingjue, are you finally willing to show your face?"

The person who came was none other than Di Mingjue.

He rushed to save Muyan at the critical moment, only to feel a wave of heart palpitations and fear.

But just after I felt relieved, when I saw the dying Xiaobao, my heart suddenly sank into the ice valley.

Chang Lao hurried to Xiaobao's side, but the more he explored, the more he frowned.

This...what the hell is going on?

Was he hit by a [curse]?

But it was clear that there was no trace of the curse on the little master.

It's not poisoning or injury.

How could the little master become like this?

Suddenly, he thought of a possibility.

"The body of the fairy spirit collapses!"

Chang Lao screamed, glared at Li Weiran, gritted his teeth and said: "What method did you use to make the little master's fairy body collapse?"

The smile on Li Weiran's face became even brighter.

"The body of a fairy is a lucky person that even gods would envy. The so-called heaven is jealous of talented people. Therefore, there are gains and losses. The more powerful the talent, the more fatal flaws it has."

"Want to know how I made the fairy body collapse?"

Li Weiran staggered up from the ground and said slowly: "Hehe, it's a pity that I don't want to tell you."
Chapter completed!