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

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The whole body was soaked in blood, with big holes and small holes on his body, and he was about to be caught into a sieve by the dragon.

Fortunately, he still knows how to protect his door, otherwise he would call back the souls of his couple...

He looked up at the ignorant Qi Luoer lying flat on the couch.

Slightly sighed: "Miss Qi, wake up quickly, that guy Yue Wushang has always been fooling around, never thought he would become more infatuated than me, a great lover, I have known him for more than 1000 years, and this is the first time I have seen him like this." Seriously...you hate him, it doesn't matter if you blame him, just wake up and beat him up, just don't be so lifeless, you are also smashing my brand!" [

God, earth, who is he provoking?

In the past few years, I have been busy summoning souls without doing anything else!

It's like robbing black and white Wuchang's business, no wonder black and white Wuchang sees him, his face is always longer than a horse's face...

Feng Liyan poured a few pots of bitter water in a long-winded manner, and then resigned himself to casting spells.

He tapped the barrel with his finger, and a blue light flashed on his fingertips.

That blue light was like a long dragon absorbing water, sucking out the dragon's blood in the bucket and condensing it into a thin line.

With the wave of his finger, the blood line was manipulated like an invisible brush, criss-crossing around Qi Luoer, congealing into bloody spells one after another.

Those spells are so strange that it is almost impossible to see what the pattern is, but they are connected...

That piece of bright red blood came from nothing, from less to more.

Around Qi Luoer gradually gathered into a big gossip.

There is another figure in the big gossip...

There was a bloody light shining.

Those rays of light flow slowly, like the blood vessels in the human body are flowing smoothly, intertwined with bright red.

They gradually gathered above Qi Luoer's head...

Drawing such a pattern is obviously a labor-intensive job, and beads of sweat are already oozing from the tip of Feng Liyan's nose.

Her delicate and fair hands trembled slightly.

A green shirt was soaked in sweat and stuck to his body, very uncomfortable...