Chapter 317 Be My Demon Queen (Part 1)
Things shouldn't have turned out this way!
Her master wouldn't even let her see the sect leader's token.
There was a time when that man also looked at her with doting affection, unable to bear seeing her get hurt!
"Su Ruoruo, what are you doing!"
Mo Wuji watched angrily as the woman in pink threw a tantrum by herself. He wanted to pull her away, but she managed to slash his hand with a burst of spiritual energy.
Dark red blood splattered out, and Mo Wuji's eyes immediately turned red.
He reached out and grabbed Su Ruoruo's neck, his cold eyes staring at her without any emotion.
The force in his hand increased, and the wound on the other person's neck, which had begun to heal, started bleeding again.
Blood slid down her neck onto Mo Wuji's hand, and a drop seemed to slip into the wound on the back of his hand.
The scene was a mix of bright red and dark red, and things got out of control for a moment.
Mo Wuji tightened his grip on the person, his scarlet eyes gleaming with black light.
He is the Demon Lord, and his position cannot be challenged.
But she smashed his things in his bedroom!
She deserves to die!
"Cough, cough, Demon, Demon Wuji... let go... I, I'm going to be, be strangled to death by you... Ugh cough cough!"
Su Ruoruo's face turned from red to purple, and then showed signs of turning blue.
Mo Wuji was truly intent on killing.
The demonic markings on the man's face spread further, and Su Ruoruo stared wide-eyed in horror.
The air she was breathing was getting thinner and thinner, and for a moment, Su Ruoruo really thought she was going to be strangled to death.
Having just escaped one wolf's den, they fell into another.
Tears welled up in the woman's eyes; she was terrified.
Suddenly, Mo Wuji's hand trembled as he released the person.
The man gripped his right wrist with his left hand, which trembled incessantly.
Su Ruoruo quickly retreated to a safe distance.
"Cough, cough!"
"cough!"
Madmen! All the demonic cultivators are madmen!
She never wants to come again...
Su Ruoruo huddled in a corner, hugging her legs, watching with a mixture of wariness and fear as she watched Mo Wuji's entire face covered in demonic runes.
"Cough, cough, cough, ah—!"
She was terrified by his current appearance.
Su Ruoruo closed her eyes tightly and buried her head between her knees.
Mo Wuji covered his head with both hands.
He has a terrible headache, as if something is trying to burst out of his mind.
"Ah!" the man exclaimed softly.
He fell to the ground and rolled around, kicking the already tilted stove far away.
A series of crackling and popping sounds followed.
Mo Wuji felt as if his entire head was about to explode, and fireworks seemed to explode deep within his sea of consciousness, making him dizzy and his ears ring.
A thin layer of sweat beaded on the man's forehead as he clenched his teeth and let out a low whimper.
I don't know how much time has passed.
The demonic patterns that originally covered Mo Wuji's entire face gradually faded away over time until there was no trace of them left.
A handsome and dashing face was revealed.
The man remained lying on the ground with his eyes closed.
Occasionally, she would let out a heavy breath or two, indicating that he was still enduring pain.
Su Ruoruo raised her head from between her knees.
The fear in her eyes had not dissipated, and as she looked at Mo Wuji lying on the ground, her expression became even more ruthless.
She casually took out a curved knife, carefully got up from the ground, and approached Mo Wuji.
One step, two steps, three steps...
When Su Ruoruo arrived in front of Mo Wuji, the man was still seemingly unconscious and motionless.
Caught off guard, Su Ruoruo saw the other person's face clearly, now free of the magic markings.
Surprisingly, it was quite pleasing to the eye.
Unfortunately, she no longer had the heart to appreciate it.
The woman gritted her teeth slightly, raised her curved blade high, took a deep breath, and thrust it downwards.
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