I should marry the traitor

Chapter 162 If You Are Tired, Let Me Move

Lianyun County, offshore waters.

The sky was covered with dark clouds and there were gusts of cold wind.

The thunder rumbled and was deafening.

The strong wind rolled up the rolling waves, as if a giant beast was struggling on the sea, and the sea water was beaten into white foam.

Heavy rain was pouring down, and the speeding white mecha drew a beautiful silver-white arc in the stormy sky.

His mood became somewhat depressed and heavy, and An Xinlin, under his iron armor, had a vague feeling of bad premonition.

Mixed-bloods were extremely sensitive to powerful enemies, and facing that powerful enemy he had never met before, An Xinlin's heart was already filled with alarm bells.

fire.

Evil fire.

It was like an evil fire that wanted to burn everything.

The woman with purple demonic fire all over her body easily cut through the heavy dark clouds and appeared in front of An Xinlin.

The woman had a graceful figure, with her body twisted in strange curves. The mature and sexy face under her pretty short hair looked particularly enchanting against the backdrop of the evil fire.

It's like a beautiful snake, charming and dangerous.

"An Xinlin?"

"Pang Xun'er?"

There are very few mixed-bloods, and those with more than 90% bloodline are even rarer. It is very easy to identify the other party's identity by simply comparing their features.

However, Pang Xun'er was still somewhat surprised and asked, "You actually know my identity? Did you get any information?"

When Li Changge was not around, An Xinlin was still very impressive, acting like a strong man. The head of the metal mecha slowly nodded twice and said, "That's about right. I heard that your strength has skyrocketed. I didn't quite believe it, but it looks like it's true."

Seeing that An Xinlin seemed to be a little afraid of her, Pang Xun'er showed a somewhat morbid smile on her face.

This is An Xinlin, the person Pang Xun'er could only look up to in the past. If it were the previous her, she would not have lasted more than a single round at An Xinlin's hands.

"Lord An, do you want to cooperate? If we cooperate, the jade seal will be in our pockets."

Although she was not sure about An Xinlin's purpose, Pang Xun'er still expressed the intention of the alliance.

Of course it was only temporary. After all, she had no intention of sharing such a divine object as the Ancestral Dragon Jade Seal.

But Pang Xun'er was also very clear that in this fight for the jade seal, her strength was probably the strongest and she would definitely become the target of public criticism.

Although she was very confident in her own strength, Pang Xun'er, who was used to calculating, still wanted to find some allies for herself.

An Xinlin is a very good candidate.

"This suggestion sounds good, but unfortunately, I'm here to kill you."

If Li Changge hadn't given the order, An Xinlin might have really considered it.

The two can first cooperate to eliminate other competitors, and as for who will be the winner in the end, it depends on their own methods.

But now, An Xinlin just wants to kill her and get his freedom!
"Kill me, Lord An is very confident."

"Stop talking nonsense. Let me see how much gold your 95% bloodline actually has."

Although Li Changge had already told An Xinlin that she was no match for Pang Xun'er, it now seemed that she was indeed inferior to her on paper.

However, who is stronger can only be known after a fight. Although it is unclear how Pang Xun'er's bloodline increased so rapidly, An Xinlin can probably guess a little.

As the governor of Dongyou, Huang Guoer has not left Dongyou Island for many years, but the bloodline of her subordinates has skyrocketed to 95%.

An Xinlin didn't know what exactly happened, but it was nothing more than using some evil methods to swallow up Huang Guoer's blood.

Power that is not your own will always have a price. At least An Xinlin knows that among the methods of increasing blood concentration, there is no evil technique that can increase it so drastically without side effects.

Even An Xinlin knew at first sight that Pang Xun'er's current physical condition was not right. An Xinlin did not believe that Pang Xun'er's strength had not been compromised, or that she wanted to defend her reputation as the strongest.

Before he finished speaking, An Xinlin's figure moved like a ghost and disappeared from the spot in an instant.

A flash of silver light appeared, and a reflective metal mecha fist appeared in front of Pang Xun'er.

The smooth scales on the hand armor reflected Pang Xun'er's half-smiley face, her careless eyes, and her slightly opened lips, as if saying -

"too slow."

Pang Xun'er's mind moved, and a thick flame suddenly formed a wall of fire between her and An Xinlin, and the purple evil fire in the sky instantly separated the two.

Hot and cold.

Two completely different feelings emerged from this purple evil fire. An Xinlin's intuition told him that if he was burned by this strange flame, there might be very serious consequences.

But, you can’t lose!

Under the mecha, the muscles on An Xinlin's arms were knotted, the mechanical monster's blood was expanding in his blood vessels, and the mechanical monster's scales rolled up a gust of wind at a more violent speed.

I will win, I am the strongest!

With such belief, An Xinlin used his unparalleled momentum to blast away the wall of fire, and then - he hit nothing.

After being blocked from view, Pang Xun'er who was behind the wall of fire had already escaped, leaving only the evil fire that gradually dissipated in its original place.

"Oh my, it's so scary." Pang Xun'er had appeared behind An Xinlin at some point, pretending to be scared.

It's not pretend at all, but rather has a sense of fun.

It's like a woman wearing a Guillotine suit lying in a couple's bed room surrounded by hidden cameras, twisting her body on the big pink round bed and shouting at you not to come over.

Unfortunately, An Xinlin is a woman. She has no weapons and does not need to trust her second brother's judgment. Her brain tells her that her physical condition is not good.

The purple flames that were blown away were blown away by the wind. From the looks of it, the temperature was not even enough to burn An Xinlin's mechanical demon mecha.

But... there was something wrong with his body, and An Xinlin discovered it.

The strange purple flame seemed to pass through the tiny gap in the mecha, and then penetrated into her body through her skin.

There was a burning pain in his body, forcing An Xinlin to mobilize his blood and energy to suppress it.

Fortunately, the infection was not serious, and 93% of An Xinlin's powerful bloodline could easily wipe it out.

But this undoubtedly sounded a wake-up call for An Xinlin, and he must be more careful in the next battle.

"Master An, why did you stop? Are you dying?" Looking at An Xinlin standing there in confusion, Pang Xun'er raised a somewhat wanton smile on her face, and at the same time gently hooked her fingers, and purple evil fire gathered behind her.

The flames gathered into an evil nine-headed python, and the dancing flames seemed to give life to the python.

Pang Xun'er, who was controlling the nine-headed python, had a cold look in her eyes. She smiled and said, "If you are tired, let me do it."

(End of this chapter)