His Royal Highness the Crown Prince

Chapter 875 Countdown to the Finale 2
On the other side, after Sui Junluo left Sui Muchuan behind, instead of chasing Mo Fanghua, he chose to return the same way.

Looking for breath, when Sui Junluo saw Su Lanqing again, a large number of Moling demons had already gathered beside Su Lanqing.

"Luo Luo, I'll give you one last chance, come here." Su Lanqing looked coldly at Sui Junluo, who was covered in blood, and said in a deep voice.

Sui Junluo looked at the crowd, tilted his head, but stepped forward suddenly, his extremely fast figure was like a fierce wolf and tiger, attacking the crowd.

Everyone was shocked, Su Lanqing's heart sank, she looked at Sui Junluo, who was like cutting cabbage, who was constantly slaughtering demons, and finally said: "Withdraw!"

How can Mosha, who is almost finished, be defeated with his talent?

A group of demons listened to the order and protected Su Lanqing to go out quickly, but suddenly, a gust of wind blew, and Su Lanqing's body shook, and the hostility behind him was like a sea. The extremely thick murderous aura even made him unable to move. a cent.

Suddenly, there was a pain in her chest, and Su Lanqing lowered her head in disbelief, looking at the plain hand piercing her chest, her peach blossom eyes were quickly stained with astonishment.

Sui Junluo slowly withdrew his hand, expressionlessly threw the heart dug out from Su Lanqing's chest on the ground, and then quickly attacked the others as if mad.

The vitality in Su Lanqing's eyes gradually receded, and she turned around slowly, only to feel that the redness in front of her eyes gradually became blurred. He never expected that he would die in the hands of his tools.

Oh, really, what an irony...

The disgusting smell of blood spread throughout the entire Demon Ridge. Sui Junluo's unilateral massacre lasted for a full quarter of an hour.

When Feng Yunran and others arrived, there were countless corpses piled up in the lobby of Moling Mountain, and among the corpses, a dark red was standing in a daze.

"Little Junjun?!" Shangguanjing covered his nose, the extremely strong smell of blood made him feel very uncomfortable.

Feng Yunran's eyes, since seeing the dark red, have been firmly fixed on it, as if they want to see the sky and the old forever.

"Clang~"

Feng Yunran threw down the soft sword in his hand, walked towards the person on the tip of his heart step by step, and said softly: "Xiao Luoer, I'm here to take you home..."

Sui Junluo's red eyes moved slightly, looking at the man in white who was slowly walking towards him, he suddenly felt an inexplicable sourness in his heart.

Did she, did she, know this man?

"Ah~"

Sui Junluo roared suddenly, and the sea-like internal force around her body rapidly developed, as if creating waves around her, and all the corpses piled up at her feet were all blown away by Sui Junluo's violent internal force.

The crescent white robe on his body was torn, and Feng Yunran felt as if thousands of sharp knives were cutting his skin, but even so, his footsteps still did not stop at all.

"Little Luoer, let's go home, we won't stay here anymore, I will take you home for my husband." Blood overflowed from Feng Yunran's lips, his face was as pale as paper, but the smile on his lips was So gentle.

Reaching out to hold Sui Junluo's hand, Feng Yunran took out the brocade handkerchief in his arms, and slowly wiped Sui Junluo's hand clean, but during this period, Feng Yunran coughed up several mouthfuls of blood again and again.

The plain white handkerchief gradually turned red, and Feng Yunran's eyebrows were gentle, "My husband is late, I'm sorry. I won't do it in the future, and I will never leave little Luoer alone..."

Sui Junluo stared blankly at Feng Yunran, a few fragments of broken memories flashed by in his turbid mind, and a tear of blood slowly slipped from the corner of his eye.

"Aran, Cheng Nian is back!"

(End of this chapter)