The Demon King's Pampered Wife: The Alluring Little Poisonous Concubine

Chapter 368 The Finale

During this process, the woman let out a soft cry, and a huge sword appeared out of thin air, flipped in the air for a few weeks, and then with a whoosh, it stood straight above the giant formation, just facing the body of the Demon Lord.

At the corner of the hexagram, the woman raised her finger and swiped lightly from the other wrist, red blood immediately gushed out and dripped into the formation under her feet.

The blood dripped into the hexagram, and it immediately flowed towards the lines, and the red silk thread moved extremely fast, and it was about to converge in just a few seconds.

Everyone glanced at each other and got ready, waiting for the moment when the formation was activated, to kill the Demon Venerable in one fell swoop.

Looking at the hexagram that had turned red, for some reason, Wushuang's heart beat suddenly. That feeling was not nervous, but frightening.

Seeing the pool of blood, Wushuang suppressed the discomfort in her heart, and sealed her palm again, but halfway through the movement, her expression was completely stiff, her body could not move at all, and her whole body was wrapped in a mass of warm light elements Standing, away from the formation.

The body is embraced from behind, the breath is extremely familiar, and it is also greedy.

"Shuang'er, you have to be obedient and wait to be your husband, do you understand?"

A gentle male voice sounded behind him, and the next moment, his body was released, and a white figure passed by him. Wushuang wanted to reach out to grab it, but his body couldn't move at all, and he couldn't even speak. .

Beigong Chenyao, you bastard, I won't wait for you, you dare to leave me and try.

The figure in front paused slightly, then stepped into the formation without hesitation.

In an instant, the golden light covered the formation, and the situation inside could not be seen at all. Xiao Wu, who was hanging above the Demon Lord, stabbed at the bottom, and the huge energy wave swept away the soldiers of the Demon Race, and they were wrapped in light elements. The person in the room is intact, with a pair of tearful eyes looking forward, extremely sad.

A shrill dragon roar sounded, and above the sky, the golden dragon that was approaching this side suddenly writhed in pain, its huge body twisted, and fell towards the ground.

"don't want……"

Looking at the figure of Jinlong, the woman's hoarse voice sounded.

Hearing his own voice, Wushuang was taken aback for a moment, and tried to lift his palm, and it was exactly as he thought.

When everyone arrived at the scene, the battle here was over, and the remaining demon soldiers also fled away, leaving behind only a thin figure, kneeling on the ground, dazed.

"Shuang'er..."

"Wu Shuang..."

"..."

With trembling fingers, he picked up a ring on the ground and placed it on his chest, but it was still difficult to suppress the pain somewhere.

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"When we get married over there, we need to exchange rings. Hey, you wear this, and you can never take it off. Do you understand?"

The woman leaning on the man's shoulder suddenly raised her head, took out a ring and handed it to the man beside her with a serious tone.

Taking the ring from the woman's hand, Beigong Chenyao smiled brightly, like a child eating candy, and couldn't wait to put the ring on his finger.

"How can you be willing to take off the gift from the lady for your husband?"

Raising his hand and shaking it in front of the other party, the man also took out an exquisite ring.

……

"Beigong Chenyao...you liar..."

The woman's hoarse voice was a little out of tune, and she looked at the dying golden dragon not far away, and the strength in her hands intensified, and soon, bright red blood flowed out from the palm of her hand because of the ring.

The person kneeling on the ground suddenly turned pale, and covered his lower abdomen with one hand. After such a short while, a thin layer of sweat had already emerged from his forehead.

"Wu Shuang—"

"Disciple—"

Several figures rushed towards that figure in an instant, but before they could get close, they saw a purple wind passing by, and there was no figure in front of them.

"Wu Shuang—"

"Boss—"

"..."

The anxious shouts of the crowd were finally blown away by the breeze, and there was no response.

……

(End of this chapter)