Forcing the Demon to Be Good: The Demonic Highness knocks on the door

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It turns out that this girl is a goddess!

That's great, Tiannv is not dead, and his painstaking efforts over the past few years have not been in vain...

He hurried over: "Yue Wushang, let her go, everything is easy to discuss!"

There was a glimmer of light in Yue Wushang's eyes. [

Looking down at Qi Luoer in his arms, he smiled charmingly: "Xiao Luoer, so you are the heavenly girl..."

Qi Luoer trembled all over, and the tragic scene of Su Yunluo's death seemed to flash before his eyes.

"The devil! Let me go!" Qi Luoer struggled desperately.

"Yue Wushang, let her go!"

Li Yu couldn't hold back his breath, and with a wave of his hand, a light blue light struck straight at him.

Although he looked gentle and handsome, the moves he used were absolutely fierce.

The air flow brought by the sword qi made his hair flutter, looking like a divine soldier descended from heaven.

Qi Luoer didn't have the heart to appreciate Senior Brother Li's heroic demeanor of saving the beauty.

What she wants to do the most is to get out of Yue Wushang's control as soon as possible.

But Yue Wushang seemed to be determined by her, and wrapped her in his arms, his beautiful face was full of sadness: "Little Luoer, I miss you so much, and came to find you with all my life, so you treat her like this." People?"

His tone of voice was still Bai Li's.

Qi Luoer trembled, evil!This guy is so nasty!

He teased Qi Luoer with his mouth, and calmly deflected Li Yu's continuous attacks with the other hand.

The sword light flickered in the air like electricity, and wherever the sword light went, there was nothing like a sand flying stone.

Yue Wushang didn't even sacrifice his bodyguard lazily, and swung the dark sword in his hand casually,

Li Yu was not his opponent at all, and within a moment, Yue Wushang forced him to retreat step by step.

The sword could hardly be lifted.

"Junior Sister Qi, leave him quickly!" Li Yu yelled.

Junior sister Qi? [

Yue Wushang raised her eyebrows, and the corners of her lips curled into an unpredictable smile: "Little Luoer, do you really worship that big ice cube as your teacher?"

"What does it matter to you who I worship as a teacher? Let me go!"

Qi Luoer was afraid that he would give herself a fatal slap in the next moment, so she struggled in his arms.

Yue Wushang's hand was delicate and fair, but it was extremely strong, like iron tongs, grabbing Qi Luoer's hand.