I will protect him to the end!
Sang Jie's pupils suddenly constricted, and a "ho ho" sound came from his throat.
She staggered back two steps, and seemed to use all her strength to look at her heart. There was not even a trace of blood seeping out of the big hole. A circle of ice crystals spread out from her heart, even reflecting colorful light in the morning light.
"..." Sang Jie opened her mouth and wanted to say something, but she had no strength. The ice crystals quickly wrapped her whole body, and then, in front of everyone's horrified gaze, her body... shattered.
“Crash—”
Sang Jie's body broke into pieces, and along with it fell to the ground a lot of silk, clothes, prey, animal cores, etc., all of which fell out of her fantasy world.
Fu Ying casually lifted the purple curly hair in front of her chest and turned to look at Yu Yu.
Snipe Feather's pupils shrank and he took a breath of cold air.
In this situation, how could this female be so calm and kill Sang Jie?
Yu Li's gaze was like a cold blade, carrying a hint of hatred as he swept coldly over Fu Ying.
Without saying a word, he strode over the ruined altar. The rubble crumbled into powder under his feet. It seemed that he was going to take advantage of the chaos and take Wu away directly.
Fu Ying raised his fingertips, and another arrow flew through the air, heading straight for Yu Yu's throat!
The brown and yellow pupils of the snipe feather contracted violently, and it screamed in fear, turning into a colorful snipe and flying into the sky. However, in the next moment, the arrow was like lightning, and a shrill scream rang out.
Feathers scattered everywhere, mixed with warm blood, floating down from mid-air.
Fu Ying didn't even glance at the falling body of Yu Yu. Just as she was about to raise her legs to catch up with Yu Li, she heard the crisp sound of vines breaking all around her. A beast shadow had already broken through the vines and pounced on her.
She turned her wrist, and the frost whip swept out, drawing a sharp arc in the air!
The whip tail swept across, frost splashed everywhere and spread all over the ground. The orcs rushing in the front had no time to avoid it. The moment their claws touched the whip wind, the frost spread rapidly along their claws!
In a flash, the ground was covered with a thin layer of ice, which glowed coldly in the morning light.
The cold air was so strong that a group of orcs roared and retreated.
Fu Ying's narrow eyes swept over everyone coldly, and her red lips curled up in a seductive arc.
Her charming voice was extremely piercing: "I have no intention of killing you. If you know what's good for you, retreat immediately."
"As for the fallen orc you want to round up and kill, he's the dearest beastman to me, and even the father of my cub. He's never harmed you, yet out of fear you're killing him without mercy. How ironic!"
"Today, I will make the entire beast tribe of Beishan remember—"
"Even if I have to make enemies with the entire Orc Continent, I will still stand before him and protect him to the end!"
Fu Ying had a long whip wrapped around his fingertips, and his eyes scanned everyone inch by inch.
"If you continue to pester me, don't blame me... I'm killing the chicken to scare the monkeys."
The moment the words fell, the long whip suddenly rose up, and with a "bang", a hideous gully was torn open, and broken ice splashed all over the ice layer. The coldness was rampant, as if a deep crack had been pulled out.
The strength displayed by Fu Ying was in no way inferior to the peak strength of the Nine-Star Pattern Orcs, and was even slightly better. The orc warriors showed fear on their faces and involuntarily took several steps back.
They hadn't forgotten that behind this terrifying female stood a Nine-Star Extreme Beast Husband and a Seven-Star Beast Husband! Both possessed considerable strength!
Several tribes joined forces to encircle and suppress them. Even if they could finally capture these three people, there would definitely be heavy casualties!
To surround and kill a fallen orc who never showed up, so many elite warriors had to sacrifice their lives. This deal was really not worth it. Just as the female said, hadn't the fallen orc harmed them?
Seeing that these orcs were about to retreat, Fuying opened her red lips slightly and was about to add another handful of firewood.
Although she was not afraid of these orcs, this was the Beast World after all, and was governed by the laws of the Beast God. If she killed too much, she, an alien soul, would suffer backlash.
As soon as Fu Ying had the thought, he suddenly felt a tearing pain in his chest!
Warm blood gushed out of his body and hit the cold ice. Every drop made a hissing sound, and the heat seemed to melt the entire ice.
Fu Ying frowned and lowered her eyes to look at the bone knife that almost pierced her heart.
Familiar patterns, cold touch.
She suddenly turned around, the blood drained from her beautiful face, and her pale lips were slightly pursed.
My sight moved up along the blood-stained hilt of the knife, where I saw a pair of slender hands trembling violently. Moving up, I saw a face full of spring colors, with purple hair and purple eyes, and a faint fragrance, which was extremely beautiful.
However, the familiar face that had once whispered to her and embraced her had now lost its coldness and deadness, and the timid curve between the eyebrows had twisted into an unfamiliar madness.
His purple eyes were filled with a heart-pounding sense of madness and murderous intent.
Falling orchid.
"Aying——"
Qinglan looked horrified, and there was a storm in his gray-brown pupils!
He never expected that Ni would turn against him under such circumstances!
Qinglan staggered forward, trembling as he wanted to hug Fuying, but looking at the blood staining her body, he kept his hands suspended in the air, trembling violently, his fingertips curling up and unfolding convulsively, never daring to let go.
The bloodstains stung his eyes, as if she would disappear if he touched her lightly.
A line of scarlet flowed out from between Fu Ying's lips. She stared at Luo Heng, and suddenly her fingers clasped his knife-holding hand, and suddenly pulled the bone knife out from his heart. Blood immediately spurted out, splashing on Luo Heng's face and eyes.
He seemed to be possessed, his whole body convulsing violently, like a puppet controlled by invisible strings.
The madness in the purple pupils began to crack, surging with pain and deeper delusion. The two different looks repeatedly intertwined, like water plants entangled in a torrent, swaying wildly.
Fu Ying chuckled softly, her chest heaving, large patches of scarlet soaking through her clothes. She seemed not to feel the pain, she just turned her head to look at Luo Heng, her bloodstained lips slightly opened, and the words she uttered were full of blood.
"You just... wish I were dead?"
"It's a good opportunity."
The tail end of her voice was drowned in the blood foam she choked on, but the corners of her narrow eyes revealed an even deeper smile.
"Aying...don't scare me, don't scare me..."
Qinglan finally reached out and held her in his arms. The veins on his usually steady hands bulged, but he only dared to hold the corner of her bloodstained clothes, like a drowning person grabbing the last straw.
"Aying... I, I'm going to find a witch, the most powerful witch to save me..."
Qinglan's pale, thin lips trembled, and his ethereal and broken voice was stuck in his throat.
He suddenly began to tremble violently as if stabbed by a sharp blade, his body twitching in pain, because he realized in despair that the person leaning on his arms at this moment was the most powerful wizard in the Orc Continent!
The jade beads in Qinglan's hair collided wildly as her body trembled continuously, and the crisp sound was like a wail.
Fu Ying's blood-stained fingertips gently touched Qing Lan's face and wiped away the moisture from the corners of his eyes: "Don't cry."
Her gaze shifted away from Luo Heng and looked at Wu not far away.
Yu Li had already rescued him, but at this moment he was standing there as if nailed to the spot, his golden-red eyes fixed on this side, with a terrifying undercurrent surging in them, and a sharp aura all over his body that could almost cut anyone.
A sarcastic arc appeared on Fu Ying's lips. One by one, they all wanted her to die.
A sharp and blinding cold light suddenly flashed from her fingertips, and with a sweep, she cut off the vines that bound the stray orcs under the broken altar. The severe pain in her heart made her tremble all over, and she choked out another mouthful of blood.
She looked at the orcs fleeing in all directions, and her smile became more and more charming.
"I promised to help you vent your anger..." Fu Ying whispered in Qinglan's ear and suddenly grabbed his wrist.
The dazzling golden scroll was torn apart and shattered into golden light. In the dazzling halo, Qinglan could only see her unfocused pupils, which made him feel heartbroken.
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