Cannon fodder master, she became a group favorite after tearing up the script

Chapter 317 Be My Queen ([-])

It's clearly not the way it should be!
The master is actually reluctant to let her take a look at the head order.

Once upon a time, that man looked at her dotingly, and couldn't bear her getting hurt!
"Su Ruoruo, what are you doing!"

Mo Wuji looked angrily at the woman in pink who was spitting away alone. He wanted to tear her away, but was drawn to the back of his hand by the other party's spiritual power.

Dark red blood splashed out, and Mo Wuji's eyes turned red immediately.

He reached out and grabbed Su Ruoruo's neck, staring at her with cold eyes without emotion.

The force in his hand became heavier and heavier, and the wound on the opponent's neck that had begun to heal began to bleed again.

The blood slid down her neck to Mo Wuji's hand, as if a drop had slipped into the wound on the back of his hand.

Bright red and dark red were intertwined, and the scene was out of control for a while.

Mo Wuji pinched him tighter and tighter, his scarlet eyes glowed with blackness.

He is the Demon Lord, and his status cannot be challenged.

But she was in his bedroom, smashing his things!
Damn her!
"Cough, cough cough, Mo, Mo Wuji... let go... I, I will be strangled to death by you... Uh cough cough!"

Su Ruoruo's face turned red, and then turned blue again.

Mo Wuji was really intent on killing.

The magic lines on the man's face spread more and more, Su Ruoruo's eyes widened in horror.

The air in his breath became thinner and thinner. For a moment, Su Ruoruo really thought that he would be strangled to death.

Just escaped from the wolf's den and entered the tiger's mouth.

Tears welled up in the woman's eyes, all because she was frightened.

All of a sudden, Mo Wuji released him with trembling hands.

The man clasped his right wrist with his left hand, trembling constantly.

Su Ruoruo quickly retreated far away.

"Cough, cough, cough!"

"cough!"

Crazy, everyone is crazy!

She never comes again...

Su Ruoruo curled up in a corner with her arms around her legs, looking vigilantly and terrified, Mo Wuji's entire face was covered by magic lines.

"Cough, cough, ah—!"

She was horrified by how he looked now.

Su Ruoruo closed her eyes tightly and buried her head between her knees.

Mo Wuji held his head with his hands.

He has a headache right now, and it seems like something is about to come out of his sea of ​​consciousness.

"Ah!" the man yelled.

The whole person fell to the ground and rolled, and he kicked the stove that was already tilted on the ground far away.

There was a loud crackling sound.

Mo Wuji felt as if his whole head was going to be blown off, and there seemed to be fireworks going off in the depths of the sea of ​​consciousness, which made him dizzy and tinnitus.

Thin sweat overflowed from the man's forehead, and he gritted his teeth and let out a low sob.

Time does not know how long has passed.

Mo Wuji's magic lines originally covered his entire face, but as time went by, they gradually dissipated until there was no trace left.

A handsome face was revealed.

The man was lying on the ground with his eyes closed.

Occasionally, he let out one or two heavy breaths, which showed her that he was still enduring the pain.

Su Ruoruo raised her head from between her knees.

The panic in her eyes didn't dissipate, she looked at Mo Wuji's figure lying on the ground, and she became seven points more ruthless.

She casually took out a scimitar, carefully got up from the ground, and approached Mo Wuji.

One step, two steps, three steps...

When Su Ruoruo came to Mo Wuji, the man still seemed to be in a coma, without any movement.

Caught off guard, Su Ruoruo saw the opponent's face without magic patterns clearly.

It was unexpectedly pleasing to the eye.

It's a pity that she no longer has the heart to appreciate it.

The woman gritted her teeth slightly, raised the scimitar high, took a deep breath and stabbed down.

(End of this chapter)