Dijun, your cute concubine bit someone again

Chapter 923 Can't Escape His Palm
The purple sword light in Zhu Qing's phoenix eyes flashed past, and he narrowed his eyes slightly. Isn't this woman more cruel to him than his heart?

Zhu Qing clamped the purple spirit sword that was about to pierce his chest with two fingers. The purple light and jade hands looked extremely beautiful, but now, who would appreciate his fingers?
Lan Ling's pink and jade-carved face was very cold, the little hand holding the Purple Spirit Sword turned, and the sword turned, he quickly let go of his finger, but was still injured by her sword peak, bright red blood flowed from the pointed jade finger dripped down.

Does it hurt?

With a sharp sword, this wound doesn't hurt, but the red blood is a bit dazzling.

Zhu Qing spread his arms, his feet moved back quickly without any wind, the Purple Spirit Sword didn't seem to want to just let him go, the tip of the sword touched his chest, he retreated, it advanced.

There was no trace of fear on Zhu Qing's charming face, and he didn't seem to care whether the Purple Spirit Sword would penetrate his chest in the next moment. His phoenix eyes looked at the little man in front of him, quite focused.

Feeling Zhu Qing's scorching gaze, Lan Ling frowned, and suddenly felt inexplicably irritated.

After more than a dozen rounds, Zhu Qing was hit in the chest, and his left arm was also scratched by Lan Ling, and he fell to the ground in embarrassment.

Lan Ling wounded Zhu Qing easily, without any sense of accomplishment, but rather puzzled.

When did this evildoer become so weak?It's not at all the Demon Lord she knew back then.

Or... what kind of tricks is this evildoer playing?
Lan Ling glanced at the puppet king who had turned into talisman paper. Since this monster can hold it down, how could it be so weak?She didn't pass [-] rounds in her hands.

Lan Ling landed in front of Zhu Qing, Zi Lingjian pointed at his chest, and said condescendingly: "I will give you two ways, let the puppet king get out of my body or you will die under my sword."

Zhu Qing's wound was still bleeding, and the blood soaked the scarlet sleeve of his left arm, making the color even brighter. The corner of his mouth curled up with an indifferent smile: "I don't want to choose these two paths. Is there a third path?"

Lan Ling's eyes narrowed slightly, and she said sharply, "I think you want to die more."

Zhu Qing shrugged indifferently: "Killing the master will not do you any good."

Lan Ling really wanted to break the devilish smile on his face, a loser should have the attitude of a loser.

"You really think I won't kill you?" She didn't know where this evildoer got his confidence?Do you really think she dare not kill him?
Big deal, after killing him, she will find a way to deal with the puppet king.

Lan Ling had lost patience with Zhu Qing, and the Purple Spirit Sword in her hand pierced his heart without hesitation.

Zhu Qing's eyes were dark, and she suddenly said: "My lord let it get out of your body."

The purple spirit sword in Lan Ling's hand almost pierced his chest, she sneered in her heart, wouldn't it be over if she decided earlier?Do you have to make yourself so miserable?
Lan Ling took the Purple Spirit Sword away, and she no longer worried about Zhu Qing's tricks. She checked carefully and found that his internal cultivation was pitifully low. Not to mention not being her opponent, he couldn't even beat the puppet king. .

Being able to hold the puppet king must be the way the witch taught him!
Zhu Qing stood up, her body swaying a little, as if she would fall down at any moment.

Lan Ling has no sympathy for him.

"Come and help me." He glanced at Lan Ling and said quietly.

Lan Ling almost thought that she had heard wrong, he wanted her to help?

"I can't even stand upright, how can I let it leave your body?"

"..." Lan Ling.

Forget it, with his appearance like this, he is indeed a little unstable, so it won't hurt to help him a little bit.

Lan Ling stood beside Zhu Qing, her head only reached his waist, she raised her little hand, waiting for him to borrow her strength, which was regarded as support.

Zhu Qing was not polite either, and directly dug her pointy fingers between her little hands. Just when Lan Ling was about to shake off his hand, he suddenly said: "The main thing is about to start, hold on."

"..." Lan Ling was speechless.

His palm was cold, without any warmth, if it wasn't for the elasticity of the skin, Lan Ling really suspected that it was a dead man's hand that was holding her.

What happened that she didn't know about?Can Zhuqing become like this?Or... Xuanyuanhao woke up and hurt Zhuqing seriously?
Zhu Qing flipped the flower with her right hand, and suddenly a beautiful flower shape formed, pointing her two fingers at the puppet king, muttering something.

The puppet king seemed to be in great pain, trembling in Lan Ling's divine sea, and let out a low growl.

Suddenly, Lan Ling felt dizzy. She held onto Zhu Qing's fingers tightly, raised her little head, and looked at Zhu Qing. Zhu Qing in front of her was very focused on "dealing with" the puppet king. She didn't seem to notice her different.

But in front of Lan Ling's eyes, there were two Zhuqings and three Zhuqings, and she even felt her body lose strength and was about to float up.

"Zhu... Qing, stop... stop..."

Lan Ling was surprised, why did her voice become so weak?
Suddenly there is an ominous premonition.

Zhu Qing...it must be Zhu Qing...this monster.

The corners of Lan Ling's mouth twitched, and a weak smile appeared. She was too underestimating the enemy, thinking that Zhu Qing's cultivation base was too low to make waves in front of her, but she never expected that he could use the puppet king to control her Yuan. god.

Since he has this ability, why was he useless in the first place?Still hurt so badly by her?

Lan Ling's head was not only dizzy, but also a little painful, like countless silk threads wrapped around her brain, and it was still messed up after being cut.

Zhu Qing ignored Lan Ling, still chanting words.

Lan Ling tried to lift the Purple Spirit Sword in her hand, but her strength seemed to be exhausted. Gradually, her eyes became dark and she passed out.

At this moment, the puppet king fell from her divine sea, and was put into the scarlet sleeve by Zhu Qing. He looked at the little man who had fainted at his feet, smiled slightly, and bent down with a demonic aura, He picked up the little person on the ground, and his extremely beautiful phoenix eyes lingered on her face.

After a while, he lowered his head and kissed her tender little face.

"Ling'er, this time, you can't escape from my palm."

Zhu Qing swore an oath domineeringly, and a cold light flashed in her phoenix eyes.

When Gongyang Mumu woke up, she didn't see Zhuqing. She got out of bed and went outside to get some air, but she never expected that she would see such a scene...

Zhu Qing was holding a comatose woman in her arms. Gong Yang Mu Mu didn't see the woman's face, but felt that the woman's clothes looked familiar, where did she seem to have seen it?

Suddenly, Gongyang Mumu suddenly realized, then... isn't that Lan Ling?
Why did Zhu Qing come back with Lan Ling in her arms?This... This is impossible, Lan Ling's body was subjected to puppetry, and the most powerful puppet king went there in person, how could Lan Ling be brought back by Zhu Qing?

Gongyang Mumu felt heart-piercing jealousy, especially when he saw Zhu Qing and didn't shy away from her, just walking past her with Lan Ling in his arms, Gongyang Mumu suddenly felt a strong sense of crisis in his heart.

(End of this chapter)