When the full-level boss picks up the zero-level petite bag

Chapter 79 Mr., your taste is so sweet (27)

"Okay, you are tired just now, go and rest, I have to send Nanxing back." An Er continued.

"Impossible, go to hell, Nanxing!" Fa Linmei held the ball in both hands, and a ball of fire accumulated in the center of both hands.

An'er's pupils widened slightly and shouted: "Fa Linmei, stop!"

With such a fireball, the little blood clan probably won't be able to survive, and An'er rushed up to stop her.

But it was too late, the huge fireball flew towards Nanxing, and it was so powerful that it could devour people in an instant.

An Er closed his eyes apologetically, and Farinmei showed a smug smile.

The fireball was approaching her, and at the critical moment, her silver-white wings suddenly stretched out, and she leaned over in the air.

rumbling...

The palace collapsed in one place, and in the black ruins, silver-white wings waved slowly and powerfully like holy light.

"How is it possible..." Fa Linmei looked at the scene in front of her in shock.

"Fa Linmei, you can't continue, you will be punished." An'er grabbed her.

Between blood races, it is forbidden to kill each other, otherwise they will be severely punished.

Fa Linmei shook her head, still unable to believe the scene in front of her, let alone admit the fact that Nan Xing now belongs to her family.

The strength was exhausted, and Nan Xing couldn't support it and fell to the ground.

Farinmei's eyes lit up.

She shouted hurriedly: "An'er, kill her! No other vampire will know!"

"Fa Linmei! I think you're in a daze!"

"If you don't kill it, I'll go by myself!" She used all her strength to gather the fireball again, and pushed it towards Nanxing without blinking an eye.

"You...!" An Er rushed over and tried to block Nan Xing.

Halfway through the flight, the fireball suddenly disappeared, like a spring breeze turning into rain, without a trace.

In the dark and quiet palace, a low and indifferent voice sounded, echoing, "Fa Linmei, you have probably lived too long."

That low and icy voice, like a call from hell, was cold to the bones.

Fa Linmei opened her eyes and looked up, her wrist was cut in an instant, and the stagnant blood flowed out uncontrollably.

The black cloak floated slightly, and An Er looked up. It was a pair of purple-gold wings, and his tall body loomed in the darkness. He walked out slowly, and glanced at Nan Xing, who had fainted on the ground, indifferently.

He raised his hand, and the icy spiritual power pushed towards the self-proclaimed noble Princess Fameline on the ground, and immediately wrapped around her neck.

"My lord! My lord! Please be merciful!" The elder, who had been watching for a long time in the dark, crawled out half-kneeling and half-creeping, "My lord, let Fa Linmei go, we will punish her severely for you."

Jing Mo slightly hooked his lips, and glanced at him with an indifferent expression, "You guys, it's fine." His fingers moved slightly, and that spiritual power seemed to kill.

The elder and An'er breathed for a while, and the next second, Farimmei was thrown in front of the two of them, not knowing whether she was dead or alive.

"I hope your castle will give me a just and fair result, otherwise, I don't mind getting my hands dirty."

He retracted his hand, flew down beside Nan Xing, bent over to pick up Nan Xing, and walked out steadily.

The elder collapsed to the ground with a pale face, looking at Fa Linmei with a bit of horror in his eyes.

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"Nan Xing! Child!" Fei'eryi was worried for a night, but now she saw Nan Xing and ran out in a hurry, "Sir, is Nan Xing okay?"

(End of this chapter)