Wear it in my sister's cultivating texts and let loose

Chapter 179
"Zhuo Gu, look at my gestures, run away if you can, and don't look back!" Lan Ping instructed the hunchbacked old servant in a voice.

Although the situation was so bad that it couldn't get any worse, he still wanted to give it a try, he couldn't sit still and wait for death!

Run one by one... As for Yuan Ji's secret, let's just pretend he didn't see it!
Ugh……

In the current situation, even Moyu can't stay anymore, Yuan Ji will never let them go.

If you can escape, you can only go to the human world to find a fairy gate to avoid it...

Thinking of this, Lan Ping still stared closely at Qingxie who was tossing Lianzhao, feeling a chill in his heart, but he carefully grasped every detail, looking for a chance to escape.

At the moment when Lian Zhao hung his head and died, he seized the opportunity when Qing Xie let down his vigilance because of his rage, and quickly sent a voice to the old servant, "Run, you go east!"

Before he finished speaking, he got up and ran south. The blood hole on his body was bleeding profusely again, and he didn't care about it. He just took a breath, called out his magic weapon, and ran away desperately.

However, after he ran for a while, he suddenly heard a muffled groan from behind him. He hesitated for a while suppressing his heart palpitations, and finally couldn't help turning his head back.

Only after turning around did I realize that just now Zhuo Gu didn't escape at all, he was actually fighting with "Yuan Ji"...

And already defeated, with scars all over his body, he was knocked to the ground by "Yuan Ji".

"Idiot!" Lan Ping took a bite, and he couldn't move anymore.

He gritted his teeth for a moment, but still endured the pain in his body, he sacrificed the jade fan magic weapon and attacked Qingxie.

"Tips for carving insects!"

Qingxie blocked the fan lightly and deftly, and glanced at Lan Ping who turned his head and ran back with disdain in his eyes.

"I don't even want to chase you anymore, you still run back by yourself! Stupid!"

Lan Ping was swept by his sight, only felt that his wound was more painful, he spread his consciousness to investigate, and found that Zhuo Gu had passed out.

Slightly relieved, he kept changing his mind, and when he was more than ten steps away from Qingxie, he knelt down on the ground with a thump, and begged for mercy: "I am an ignorant old servant, so please ask the devil to raise your hand."

An ice ridge formed on Qingxie's raised right hand, pointing at the old servant who had exhausted his spiritual power and fainted on the ground. Lan Ping turned pale with fright, and continued to beg for mercy, "He is just Xiaoke's servant, and no one knows what he said. I will believe it! Xiao Ke is willing to follow the Demon Lord, willing to go through fire and water for the Demon Lord. I beg the Demon Lord to let me go..."

"What do I want you to do?" Qing Xie stared at him coldly, interrupted him, and sneered, "Rehearse a song and dance for me?"

Lan Ping took a deep breath, knelt down on the ground, and said in a more pious voice, "Xiao Ke is not talented, but he is also one of the leaders of the twelve guards. He belongs to the Lan family. How disrespectful Liaodu is to the emperor, Xiao Ke, Willing to share your worries for the king!
Xiao Ke has already been poisoned by the king... Xiao Ke is a life-saving person, and will never reveal half of the king's secrets.I only hope that your lord can let us live! "

Qing Xie glanced at him contemptuously, and said coolly: "You all look down on me, thinking that I have a manipulative temperament, don't you?
Oh, but it doesn't matter, I am generous and tolerant.How about this, if you kill him, I promise to save your life, how about it? "

Qing Xie pointed at the old servant with Bing Leng, with a sinister smile, as if waiting for a good show.

"It can be seen that your master and servant are deeply affectionate, but I hate deep affection and righteousness the most! Therefore, between the two of you, only one can live!"

Lan Ping's body froze, the wound was stretched open, and flowed to the ground along the hem of his clothes, because the heat of the ground was quickly dried up, leaving only a smear of dark red on the ground.

He racked his brains, but there was still nothing he could do. The Demon Lord in front of him was more difficult and perverted than he imagined!
(End of this chapter)