Zhuang Ling was afraid that something would happen to Lu Feixue, so she chased him feverishly, and when she rushed to the high-risk battlefield, she suddenly realized a serious problem.
That means when she runs, she can't run as fast as him!
Although she had called him, he seemed to have entered a man-sword-in-one cheating mode. He could not hear her call at all, and he shuttled between the demon cultivators as if no one else was around, getting further and further away from her position!
This love affair was so intense that she felt that she was being too irrational.
Fortunately, she had practiced and her own body was used to wear the book. All the foundations were still there, otherwise she would not have been able to withstand the dazzling swords and swords!
Zhuang Ling turned over and jumped up again, avoiding the big knife that the old demon cultivator was chasing after her. She picked up a sword from the unrecognizable corpse and swung the sword to block the fatal attack from the old demon cultivator!
This guy is chasing her endlessly. Does he really think she is a soft persimmon that can be handled?
However, when the weapons collided, she felt that her arms were going numb!
Is this the arrogant power of immortal cultivators?
Without the physical strengthening brought by the third heaven barrier, she would definitely not be able to withstand the slash of the old demon cultivator.
Zhuang Ling knew she couldn't fight head-on. She danced her sword to resist the old demon cultivator who was chasing her, and glanced left and right where she could get out of trouble.
However, she didn't see a way out. Instead, she saw a mortal woman who couldn't escape even with her wings, being pinned down by three or four demon cultivators and being humiliated wantonly. She also saw a mortal man having his hands and legs broken by a demon cultivator who smiled ferociously. Come and peel the skin and break the bones.
Those demon cultivators tortured them crazily, listening to their painful howls, and became even more excited to kill them.
The cruel descriptions she read in books were far less shocking than her personal experience. She saw an inhumane slaughterhouse in front of her, and heard heartbreaking cries for help in her ears.
She was unable to help every mortal who reached out to her.
Because she can't protect herself either.
The moment Zhuang Ling's feet slipped, she immediately stood on the ground and spun around, narrowly avoiding the big knife that cut straight into her heart!
Every time she swung the sword to reduce the damage, she felt like she was carrying a thousand pounds of weight.
The old demon cultivator was still teasing her like a cat catching a mouse, and there were constant chatter in her ears from the demon cultivators who were watching.
"Oh, old man, please be careful and don't hurt this kid's good skin. I want to peel it off and keep it!"
"What are you going to take? You don't deserve to be blessed. This kid has a beautiful face. Wouldn't it be nice if we captured him and presented him to the great elder as a man's pet?"
"This kid is not strong enough, so he doesn't fit in with the great elder's taste. We have never played with a man who looks like a woman, why don't we give it a try?"
The old demon cultivator who attacked her with a big sword heard the arrogant laughter around her and was afraid of losing his ownership of her. He shouted angrily: "Whoever finds her first is the prey. Do you want to violate the rules of the Demon Spirit Palace?"
The demon cultivator who was the first to speak hurriedly said: "How dare we? Brother, take your time and play while I go find some little mice to skin!"
The other demon cultivators also found excuses to leave, smacking their lips with regret.
After Zhuang Ling saw the demon cultivators around her, she reached into her lapel and took out the packet of itchy powder, and threw it into the bitter face of the old demon cultivator who was holding a big knife!
I wanted to take the opportunity to delay the old demon cultivator and gain a chance for myself to sneak away.
Unfortunately, God failed to fulfill people's wishes.
Because the direction of the deadly wind suddenly changed its direction, blowing most of the itching powder onto her body!
Zhuang Ling's face instantly turned gloomy, and her whole body was so itchy that she wanted to peel off the skin on her body!
This wind came out of nowhere. Could it be that she ruined the plot and the plot took revenge on her for the heroine?
It seems that the way for the female supporting character to change her life is not as simple as she thought.
Zhuang Ling endured the itching, raised her sword with her right hand to fight against the old demon cultivator's sword, and frantically threw out the explosive beads, odor pills, tear gas balls, insect attracting ash, and smoke pills that she spent a lot of money to buy...
When she had nothing left to throw away, she suddenly fell to the ground weakly, feeling ashamed of herself. She instantly understood why the salesman who sold her itching powder suggested to her to use it with caution and not to use it with a tangled expression. When it came to his own body, he secretly said that it actually had side effects, so he had to pay special attention to the itchy powder.
When Zhuang Ling collapsed on the ground and her vision became blurred, she had already begun to think about whether she could restart the game by committing suicide.
If the heroine were in her situation, would someone have come to rescue her?
When Zhuang Ling felt itchy and hot and wanted to pull at the hem of her clothes, she gritted her teeth, grabbed the remaining sword hairpin with all her strength, and waved it with all her strength to avoid the old demon cultivator's hand that was touching her!
This naughty old pervert was making her even more uncomfortable than killing her!
Does she have to experience the ending of the original owner in advance?
That damn evil plot, she would rather die than surrender!
Just when she was about to stab herself to death with a hairpin to try her luck at rebirth, she couldn't resist and snuggled into the cold embrace. Evil cold words and the cracking sound of bones in her neck were heard in her ears.
"Who allowed you to touch me?"
Mo Ran had a cold face, hugged her with one hand, and threw away the dead old demon cultivator casually like throwing garbage with his left hand.
When Zhuang Ling raised her eyes and vaguely caught a glimpse of the red mole under his left eye, she felt that she had just left the wolf's den and entered the tiger's den again, and could no longer decline.
When Mo Ran saw her disappointed eyes, he pinched her pink face with his long fingertips, forcing her to look directly into his evil eyes.
"It's your honor to be mine, why should you be disappointed?"
Zhuang Ling looked at the sky speechlessly. She took away his big hand that pinched her face and said indifferently: "Leave this blessing to your girl Qu!"
Mo Ran raised his eyebrows and smiled evilly: "Are you jealous?"
Just when Zhuang Ling wanted to choke him, she suddenly felt a strange feeling of discomfort again. She couldn't help hugging his waist tightly, pressing her hot face against his cold skin exposed by his open clothes, and tremblingly murmured: "I want to...find...my...teacher" ...Master...Brother..."
When she took the initiative to hold him, Mo Ran's body stiffened for a moment.
Although he has had women, he has never touched a woman.
When a strange panic arose in Mo Ran's heart, he heard that she had been thinking about her senior brother, and his face instantly turned dark.
"Your senior brothers are dying and running away. If I hadn't seen them, who would have cared about you?"
Zhuang Ling bit her lip and said nothing. She remembered that in the plot, it was written that the various sects misjudged the strength of the Demon Spirit Palace and suffered heavy losses in the counter-ambush battle. They did not even see the face of the Demon Lord and were directly defeated by the Demon Lord. Protect the law on the left and right.
Xu Shi saw that the situation was not good. In order to preserve their information, the various sects withdrew faster than the other. She didn't need to look to know that the people around her were from the Demon Spirit Palace searching for victory.
Although she was very worried about Lu Feixue's safety, people who had never died in the novel should probably not die no matter what.
Despite this, she was still afraid that Lu Feixue would become stubborn and would not retreat with the crowd until she was found.
Sigh... It's all her fault that she was careless and ran out in a hurry, but she didn't help. Instead, she became a burden to her master.
Now that she fell into Mo Ran's hands, apart from trying to avoid as many enemies as possible, she was dizzy due to the effects of the drug and could not think of any other solution for the time being.
"Thanks"
Listening to her soft words, Mo Ran's anger dropped sharply for no reason. He hummed: "If you want to live longer, you'd better be sensible."
This guy's tone sounded like he wouldn't kill her in the short term.
Zhuang Ling resisted the urge to tear off his clothes and push him down, gritted her teeth and said, "Do me a favor, knock me out!"
Mo Ran raised his eyebrows slightly, looked at her crimson and blurred eyes, and said calmly: "I punish traitors in the Demon Spirit Palace and die in bliss. If you faint, you will be so itchy that you want to peel your skin and bones. If you are awake... cough... I can do it reluctantly. Help you detoxify”
Zhuang Ling had no time to pay attention to his red face, nor could she listen to other words he said.
Because her mind was filled with the words of blissful death.
In the ending of the novel, the original owner has lost all ties and is now a street rat, living in the streets all day long. When the heroine is persuaded to kill the evil original owner, she leans over and pinches the original owner's chin with a proud victor's attitude, smiling. Decide the fate of the original owner.
[I miss you and I know each other, but I can’t bear it when I see you like this. If I don’t give you the ultimate happiness in the world, it will also ease your lustful thoughts. It’s not in vain that you miss A Ran!
Lingling, Lingling, it’s not yours, no matter how you rob it, it won’t be yours]
At the end of this paragraph, the camera turned to show the original owner dying of bliss, being escorted to the basement of the Demon Spirit Palace, and having a group of old demons practice their chakras until they died.
After Zhuang Ling recalled the plot in the novel, her face turned pale, knowing that she had been directly warned by the plot!
