Shi Youmi sneered, stopped wasting words with Mo Shisheng, and quickly moved in Mo Shisheng's direction.
The sword was suddenly pulled from his heart, tearing his flesh open once more, the pain doubling as before.
Mo Shisheng didn't even frown. Blood trickled from the corner of her lips, but she acted as if nothing had happened, chuckling lightly, "Shi Youmi, have you ever seen a scene of blood before your eyes?"
color"?
Upon hearing this, Shi Youmi took two steps back, a hint of suspicion in her eyes. "What trick are you trying to pull?"
"A trick?"
Mo Shisheng raised an eyebrow, suddenly exerted force to break free from the electric current, and quickly flashed towards Shi Youmi's direction.
She moved so fast that Shi Youmi had no time to react until her eyes stung and warm, viscous liquid slid down her cheeks.
"Shi Youmi, a sea of blood, isn't it beautiful?"
After Mo Shisheng finished doing all this, her body went limp and she fell to the side. Ming Qiancheng was closest to her and stretched out his long arm to catch her in his arms.
The expected pain and cold ground did not occur. Mo Shisheng slightly raised her eyes and met a pair of dark, jade-like phoenix eyes.
It carried a hint of flippancy and a touch of cynicism. His nonchalant gaze met hers, and Mo Shisheng's lips curved into a slight smile. "Thanks."
"Offer yourself in return?"
Ming Qiancheng's lips curled into a wicked smile. "Any other verbal thanks don't count."
"roll."
Faced with Ming Qiancheng's frivolous behavior, Mo Shisheng smiled and told him to get lost for the first time, her tone not as disgusted as before.
Actually, Ming Qiancheng isn't a very unlikeable person.
The intense pain in Shi Youmi's eyes made her arch her back and slowly sit down on the ground.
It was indeed a sea of blood; she couldn't close her eyes, and every movement brought excruciating pain.
She covered her face with both hands, and the thick, warm blood flowed onto her hands.
Shi Youmi, burning with anger, couldn't help but burst into laughter, "Mo Shisheng, you're really something!"
"You flatter me."
Glancing at Shi Youmi's miserable state, Mo Shisheng's eyes turned cold. She couldn't bring herself to be merciful to the person who wanted her dead.
Exhausted and weak, with the wound in her heart healing on its own, Mo Shisheng was so sleepy that she couldn't keep her eyes open. She leaned against Ming Qiancheng's chest and finally fainted.
Suddenly, he felt a weight in his arms. Ming Qiancheng looked down at the girl's pale face and, without hesitation, carried her away from the Demon Realm.
Seeing this, Lingxue quickly got up from the ground and followed.
Just as Ming Qiancheng was about to take Mo Shisheng away, Lin Qiu tried to step forward to stop him, but was blocked by Bei Chen.
"Not stop them?"
Lin Qiu was puzzled, and as she watched Ming Qiancheng's figure disappear from sight, her tone was filled with anxiety.
"You think you can stop him?"
Bei Chen chuckled lightly, but there was no warmth in his eyes. "Apart from Ming Beiya, no one is his match."
"Can……"
There will always be opportunities; there's no need to rush.
Bei Chen said calmly, walking up to Shi Youmi. Looking down at the woman sitting on the ground, he frowned slightly, a hint of disgust flashing in his eyes. "How did you get into such a mess?"
"Beichen, please heal my eyes! Are my eyes ruined?"
Upon hearing Bei Chen's voice, Shi Youmi screamed hoarsely, her hands clenched into tight fists, "That Mo Shisheng deserves to die! How could she be so deserving of death! Ah!!"
Looking at Shi Youmi, who was acting like a shrew, Bei Chen's disgust deepened.
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