Ming Ye looked at the winding bloodstains on the floor. He was very familiar with the smell. He looked at the countless poisonous snakes frozen in ice. He felt it was an eyesore. The anger in his chest gradually burned up. The spiritual power around his body spread out, and those poisonous snakes turned into pieces. The wind that came out of nowhere even made his black hair flutter lightly.
He casually sucked a ghost messenger over, and the words seemed to be squeezed out from between his teeth, "Where is your master?"
The ghost was frightened by his captivating gaze, and his mind, which had been drifting away from the sky, flew back. He said, "Sir...Sir has been forced to the top floor by the snake demon!"
As Ming Ye passed the stairs, he heard Luo Yun's eunuch-like voice. Ming Ye gathered a thunderous force in his palm and swept it towards the snake demon. The cold wind from his palm slowly struck. Luo Yun tried to dodge, but was already sent flying by the palm force. Luo Yun only felt two words: suppression...
Yes, it was suppression, as if all the tendons and veins in the body were shattered by this palm force.
The smell of blood grew stronger. Ming Ye looked at the broken snake segments on the ground and the venomous snake that was eating the rat meat. His fingertips lost their spiritual power. The snakes seemed to be cut into pieces by a knife, and in an instant, they turned into countless pieces. Ming Ye's cold eyes swept towards Luo Yun, and his cold tone contained a hint of anger. He said, "Antidote."
Being stared at by the black-faced evil spirit, Luo Yun felt a tremor in his heart. He knew that he was no match for Ming Ye and had already prepared himself for death. However, when he thought of Yun Fei who was still in the Demon Palace, a soft light flashed in Luo Yun's eyes. He then took out a porcelain bottle from his waist and threw it to Ming Ye. Ming Ye took the bottle steadily, quickly rushed to Luo Yun's side, grabbed Luo Yun and threw him out of the window. With a bang, Luo Yun's body fell to the ground, and the surrounding ghost energy surged violently. It turned out that the ghost officials had surrounded him, but a gust of wind and snow slowly swept over, gradually blurring the eyes of the ghost officials. While the ghost officials were in a trance, the snow demon took Luo Yun away.
And in the underworld, it was a rare snowfall.
She finally climbed to the top floor. The cold wind whistled past her ears, and her strength disappeared at this moment. The hand holding the sword slowly loosened, and her body fell limply.
The white clothes on her body were already covered with blood flowers, like the flowers of the other shore swaying in the wind. She reached out her hand and touched the cold snowflakes, coughing so hard that her lungs ached, but in the flowing light, she seemed... seemed to see a purple shadow.
When Ming Ye reached the top floor, he saw a scene that made his heart ache. The white shadow was trembling slightly, and its body was covered with frost, but there was still a bit of stubbornness in its eyes that refused to admit defeat.
Before he could even begin to yearn for her, he had already embraced her body, which was about to collapse. He held the pill in his mouth and kissed her scarlet lips fiercely. The pill slowly turned into a stream of water and slid into her throat. He hugged her slender body tightly, as if he had used up all his strength.
He was afraid... of losing her. He was so afraid that he didn't even dare to stop for a moment, for fear that he would feel her cold body in the next moment.
The demon world? It seems that it is time to slaughter the demon world.
Falling into his inky eyes, she seemed to still be able to see her pale face. She reached out her hand and touched his cheek with great difficulty. It was as cold as ever, but at this moment, her hand was even colder than his body. She complained in a low voice, "Why did you dream so late? If you had dreamed earlier, you wouldn't have to be afraid."
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