Wearing a book with white moonlight, the sick villain can be a wolf and milk!

Chapter 146 Fighting against the demon king, Xiao Lang protects her

"Okay." Gu Chaozhou also came to hold Ning Yinzhu, and Ning Yinzhu's heart skipped a beat.

She was afraid that the demon would hurt Qin Sangyao, and Ning Yinzhu found that she still liked Xiao Langjun very much.

I love Qingqing, I love the young man, and I love him even more for his clear-eyed, proud and unruly personality.

"Ah Ning, you go first."

Qin Sangyao's jaw line was very clear, and there was a sharp sharpness on the brow bone.

"No."

Gu Chaozhou advised.

"Junior sister, it's better to act separately, besides, Mr. Xie's strength is good!"

Qin Sangyao looked at the admonishment without moving, and only spoke with his lips.

"Don't worry, Aning, I'm fine."

Qin Mingyou was furious, watching his son defending them.

He clapped his hands, and a burst of purple light shot towards them.

Shen Yueqing flicked his sleeves to block the ray of light.

Several streaks of extremely rapid and heavy luster also came to crush them like the erosion of a mountain range.

Instigated by Qin Mingyou, the dark guards of the demon clan rushed towards Ning Yinzhu crazily.

Qin Sangyao ruthlessly killed them.

The little girl is the first in his heart.

This young master's woman, this young master dotes on.

Qin Mingyou was even more angry, and directly crushed the Buddhist beads in his hands, and slapped them with a burst of internal force, hitting Ning Yinzhu.

Qin Sang panicked for a moment, and got closer to Ning Yinzhu, blocking the blow with her scabbard.

I don't want to hurt the little girl.

He plunged into the ground with the scabbard, apparently injured!
Ning Yinzhu's heart was sore, she wanted to call Qin Sangyao three words.

Mozun is really shameless to treat his son like this! !
Xiao Langjun, Xiao Langjun, do you feel pain?
"Xiao Langjun!!" Ning Yinzhu called out.

Qin Sangyao put his hands on the ground and raised his head.

That is and that is the hoarse wolf cub, covering the sky with one hand, hiding endless pride and sadness.

This kid, this kid has always been like himself.

Qin Mingyou's palm paused.

Another shot of even greater spiritual power approaching——

Boy, no matter how powerful you are, you can't be crazy!

"Let's go." Qin Sang raised his chin, the light in his eyes at night was only for Ning Yinzhu to see.

Ning Yinzhu's heart was haunted.

"Let's go, Master Shen, please take her away quickly, we will leave separately!"

Qin Sang Yao stood up from the ground.

Shen Yueqing was silent, watching the girl's activity, she embraced his arm, but this entanglement and sadness was not directed at him.

Inevitably, he loves her too.

Ning Yinzhu's mood was extremely restless.

Shen Yueqing immediately gave Ning Yinzhu a fainting spell, and pressed the back of the little girl's neck, Ning Yinzhu couldn't help but fainted.

Qin Sang looked at them from a distance, and then swung away the blow of the Demon Lord first.

Shen Yueqing took Ning Yinzhu along with Gu Chaozhou and left immediately.

Qin Sangyao also sneaked into the dense forest on the other side.

Qin Youming's black hair was blown by the wind, and he got up to chase Qin Sangyao.

Qin Sangyao's heart turned cold.

Sure enough, he was chasing him, and his father must be very angry at this time.

However, it is also good not to chase the little girl.

When Qin Youming waved his hand, it was like flying sand and rocks exaggerating waves.

Another burst of palming.

Qin Sangyao was directly shaken to the side of the tree, Qin Sangyao's eyes turned cold.

He's going to kill him.

Qin Sangyao wiped the blood from his lips and looked at Qin Youming.

The person on the opposite side stood tall and upright, rather rebellious and depressed.

"Can you still stand? Little brat."

Qin Mingyou's tone was cold——

Another spiritual force appeared in Qin Youming's hand and smashed towards it.

"Father, I was wrong."

"You are wrong? Protect that girl, I will let you kill her, and I will forgive you."

Qin Youming threw a wound on Qin Sangyao's back.

Qin Sang raised his eyes, his eyes were as dark as Qin Youming's, he raised his eyes.

The night is dark and oppressive, silent, and the wind and waves are turbulent.

Qin Sangyao's hair gradually fluttered with the wind.

"Son can't do it!"

This look is the ruthlessness of the broken ice to the cold, and the ruthlessness of the eagle soaring through the mountains and rivers.

The flame in the palm came to Qin Youming's face, and he swung it towards him.

Qin Youming teleported to Qin Sangyao's side, and fought him a few times.

With the wind, the spirit is overflowing.

The leaves here were shaken off by Lingbo——

With a palm wind turned upside down, Qin Sangyao turned around, and a big hole was drilled through the tree.

Qin Youming smiled and fought with Qin Sangyao.

It was another burst of purple spiritual power, and countless pulses emanated from Qin Youming's body.

It's like three big mountains, weighing heavily on Qin Sangyao's body.

He gritted his teeth and looked at Qin Youming.

"You're tender." Qin Youming's hands were still moving, and he continued to make tricks.

"However, at your age, you can survive so many tricks under my hands. In a few years, you may also be able to parry me."

The tree couldn't bear it and fell down.

"Boy, you have arrogance." Qin Youming pinched Qin Sangyao's chin and said contemptuously.

"It's the same as when I was."

Qin Sangyao frowned, and then shook off Qin Youming.

"Father, forgive me."

"You have to beat me first."

The sword wind gathered unprovoked spiritual energy and rushed forward desperately.

Qin Youming said with a smile while stepping back.

"Not bad, come on."

"I said so." Qin Sangyao's eyes turned cold.

"Don't force me!"

"Forcing you? Do you know how you can see your father with your face?"

Qin Youming stretched out his hand to pinch Qin Sangyao's neck.

Qin Sangyao turned around to dodge and fight him.

Seeing Qin Sangyao's stubborn expression, Qin Youming seemed to be in an extremely good mood, but another wound landed on Qin Sangyao's shoulder.

Qin Sangyao gritted her teeth.

Qin Youming refused to give up, and still slashed at Qin Sangyao with the flame in his palm.

Qin Sangyao was hit on the shoulder by this injury and spat out a mouthful of blood.

"Not enough." Qin Youming's hand pressed Qin Sangyao's shoulder again, directly crushing the bones of his shoulder.

hiss.

Qin Sangyao closed her eyes, then opened them again.

Eyes sparkling--

It seemed to be burning, and then.

Qin Sangyao's palm was released suddenly, and that monster, You Lan had a dark red and a strange light that soared into the sky.

At the moment of the impact of the fire, all the surrounding trees crashed to the end.

Even Qin Youming took a few steps back, he raised his head to look at Ning Yinzhu, and couldn't help laughing.

"Okay... okay."

Sure enough, it is the seed of the Demon Race, inheriting his mantle.

Those young masters of the Demon Race are simply trash, only him.

Qin Sangyao.

Only he inherited his blood of the demon god, that woman... is really good.

Leave him such a good son.

Qin Sangyao's hair was blown by the wind, but he still rushed away countless sparks.

The two looked at each other.

Qin Youming raised his hand and spoke.

"I'm telling you once, you are my favorite son, kill that girl and come back."

"I like her." Qin Sangyao's lips were coldly pursed into a line.

Qin Youming continued with a smile in his eyes.

"You are my child. Few people know how to use this demonic flame. Besides, only the bloodline of the demon god can have your submissive palm fire. Don't be ignorant."

Qin Sangyao spit out another mouthful of blood in a muffled voice.

He pressed his hand on his shoulder and took it off, the knuckles of his fingers were all bloody.

Aning, the girl he puts on top of his heart.

That little girl who loves to laugh.

Qin Sangyao's eyes turned red suddenly, and he looked at Qin Youming.

(End of this chapter)