A dark light flickered in Xiao Xueyi's lower abdomen, protecting his Qi Sea.
A figure raised both hands, ready to smash him and cripple his cultivation.
"How dare you, you brat!"
A furious roar rang out, "I, Black Fiend Sea, concede defeat!"
A terrifying pressure swept over, and an old man in black, dressed in a tight-fitting outfit, leaped onto the arena.
He casually scattered Shadow Slave No. 1, and then helped Xiao Xueyi up.
He gave Mo Xie a murderous look, "Kid, you're very good!"
Then it flew away.
"Hmph, so this is the Demon God's Temple?"
"I, Black Fiend Sea, will remember this place!"
A group of people followed closely behind.
"What a pity, we didn't manage to destroy that bloodsucking worm..."
Mo Xie sighed. He always believed in eliminating such insidious opponents as quickly as possible!
This is, after all, just a ring battle, not a fight to the death.
—If the person involved is unconscious, bystanders have the right to concede defeat on their behalf.
"Black Fiend Sea's challenge failed, Demon God Temple successfully defends its title!"
The referee, regaining his composure, leaped onto the ring and announced.
The entire room fell silent for a moment.
Then a deafening roar erupted.
Moye, the originally unknown son of the Demon God Temple.
At this moment, riding on the illustrious reputation of the Blood Prince, he became famous throughout the entire demonic path!
He has become yet another prodigy among young geniuses!
Countless people stared at the frail figure on the stage with a mixture of amazement, awe, fear, and even murderous intent.
"Finally won, I..."
Mo Xie smiled slightly, preparing to utter a few more provocative words.
He staggered and everything went black before his eyes.
Unable to hold on any longer, she collapsed.
But his head did not hit the hard ground.
It smells so good! It's so soft! It's so bouncy!
What brand of pillow is this? I could sleep on it for the rest of my life!
This was Mo Xie's last thought.
Ji Meiling hugged Mo Xie, allowing him to comfortably lean against her.
He completely ignored the group of high-ranking experts and hurriedly fled into the distance.
She is a narcissistic, selfish woman.
In her eyes,
Moye's safety,
It's more important than winning this Demonic Path Competition!
Fortunately
Today's individual matches are also coming to an end.
That's all for today, see you tomorrow!
Pei Doukong announced.
"This boy is quite good!" He nodded to Su Qianye and the others, then turned and entered the Demon Palace.
Obviously,
This powerful and terrifying general of the Eternal Night Dynasty was very interested in Mo Xie.
Many other people at the scene were also interested in Moye.
"This man is not bad..."
Feng Qingcheng murmured, gracefully rising and leaving, "Suitable to be a male slave!"
Behind him,
Several powerful young men, gazing in a daze at his retreating figure, followed in his footsteps.
"Qingcheng, if you like her, I'll risk my life to get her for you!"
"Qingcheng, what kind of soup would you like to eat tonight?"
That expression and movement... it looks like a dog.
...
late at night.
Moye slowly opened her eyes.
Apart from weakness, there was no other discomfort in my body.
Deep in his chest cavity,
The Demon God's Golden Blood was continuously releasing energy, repairing the deficiencies and injuries in his body.
It shouldn't be long.
He will then return to his peak.
"Is this the blood of the Creator God?"
Moye once again felt the power of the golden blood.
"woke up?"
A sweet and seductive voice rang in my ears.
Mo Xie tilted her head slightly.
What catches the eye is a pair of delicate, small, and crystal-clear jade feet.
Her jade-like feet were stacked on the bed.
Like a magnet, it deeply attracted Mo Xie's gaze.
Behind the ankles are two long, shapely, and straight legs.
The skirt parted to the sides at the top of her legs, revealing glimpses of mysterious beauty.
The owner of the beautiful legs was leaning back in her chair.
He yawned lazily and looked at Mo Xie with sleepy eyes.
"This is going to kill me..."
As if he had ingested a desiccant, Mo Xie's mouth suddenly became dry...
...
P.S. To be honest, each of Lao Yun's chapters has enough word count to be split into two chapters, but Lao Yun doesn't like to divide the story, so he writes it as one chapter.
Goodnight everyone~
Continue read on readnovelmtl.com
