I'm flirting with tyrants

Chapter 409 Little Ancestor Explodes?
Chapter 414:
Chapter 414:
The unconscious Xiao Qingxuan had no idea what was going to happen.

She was lying peacefully on a cold ice bed, her black hair spread out like a cloud, and the cloud-like sadness between her brows and eyes could not be wiped away when she was sleeping soundly.

Her butterfly-like eyelashes, rosy lips like begonias, that part of her wrist that was accidentally exposed, skin as white as milk, and slightly messy silk silk, even the bright and beautiful roses around her can't match her. The complexion is radiant.

The brightly colored big roses placed around her sometimes exuded a lustrous light, and sometimes they were dark. Her flowing long hair spread out on the ice bed, and a few bouquets were hooked on the roses.

Tian Jing's little face was not pale because of the chill of the ice bed, but moistened instead.

A cut was made on her wrist, and bright red blood kept dripping on a white flower, and the root of that beautifully shaped flower had already seeped blood red.

After seeing this scene in his eyes, Bai Chuan couldn't help sighing in the end.

The appearance of this little girl is indeed better than anyone he has ever seen. In a few years, she is afraid that she will drive men all over the world crazy.

After sighing, he looked at the man who had been drinking red wine. He was equally as handsome as him, but the man's blue eyes completely surpassed his own.

Bai Chuan suddenly felt a force slowly approaching Jiujia Mountain, so he saluted the man on the stone chair and said: "My lord, I will take my leave first."

There is still one day before the time to drink the little girl's blood. Before that, he will never let the chopsticks get close to this mountain.

The cold eyes overflowed, and after Bai Chuan saluted, he exited the cave and flew down the mountain.

With a wave of the sleeve, several holy monsters sleeping outside opened their deep eyes one after another, dragged their heavy bodies, and followed behind Bai Chuan.

At the corner of Jiujia Mountain, a little boy with a jade face was dressed in a black robe, standing at the entrance with his hands behind his back, flicking his wide sleeves.

Fly up like a phantom.

There was an extremely cold aura all over his body, and every place he flew over, whether it was flowers, plants or trees, was paved with an obvious layer of chill.

When he was about to fly into the center of Jiujia Mountain, a black soul force stopped him.

"Little devil, where did you come from? Where are you going back? This is not where you should come." Bai Chuan appeared in front of the little boy, and his tone came out coldly.

The little boy raised his pretty eyes, and his eyes scanned Bai Chuan's body.

bang...

Bai Chuan felt an unprecedented spirit being oppressed and locked into his brain forcibly.

Moreover, this oppression is very familiar.

"You, you are actually..."

Bai Chuan's face turned pale, and his immortal body was a little more embarrassed.

The little boy snorted coldly, and a pattern with weird lines appeared in his hand, and he attacked Bai Chuan.

"Haha... It's strange, why did you become so small? The mental pressure just now was indeed very strong, but compared to that time, it seems to be more than one level worse."

Bai Chuan formed a Soul Realm to block all the attacks of the little boy.

He sneered and said, "So, you are not the deity's opponent." The words fell.

Putting his hands in a strange posture, a flesh-colored eye appeared on the palm of his hand, turning strangely.

Finally, the eyes of the eyeballs fell on the little boy.

"jiji..."

The eyeballs suddenly made a creepy sound with excitement.

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(End of this chapter)