The devil concubine ghost vine is in hand, she doesn't raise it if it's not a beast

Chapter 315 In the way of him, he is also in the body

At this moment, strands of faint green light emanated from the cold and silent chamber.

Chu Ce knelt on the ground, propped Han Xiangning aside, and tried his best to run the exercises in his body.

"Xiang Ning, don't be afraid, I'll heal your wounds and you'll be fine, don't ignore me, talk to me, okay?"

Chu Ce's eyes were scarlet, his pale face showed unconcealable fear, and his hoarse voice begged the woman in front of him over and over again.

However, Han Xiangning seemed to have lost his hearing, his eyes were empty, like a decayed dead person.

"Xiangning."

Xiangning...

Chu Ce called tirelessly, until no sound could come out of his dry throat.

But those thin, cracked hands were still stubbornly and crazily sending spiritual power towards Han Xiangning's body.

"Oh!"

In an instant, turbid flying dust filled the air, and the powerful and domineering force directly shattered the stone wall gate.

The gauze on his right hand was torn apart, Shen Tang's eyes were indifferent, and he turned his wrist to grab the phantom shadow of the ghost vine strangling vine.

Yan Buwen was startled, "Young Master Shen, is your injury?"

"It's okay, you stay outside and don't need to come in."

Shen Tangluo raised his foot and stepped in, his eyes lightly fell on the figure in Chu Ce's arms.

Chu Ce's face was full of vigilance, even though he was physically and mentally exhausted, he instinctively protected Han Xiangning tightly.

His voice was so dry and hoarse that he couldn't make a sound, he could only stare at Shen Tangluo fiercely.

Shen Tangluo looked at the two men who were not like adults, there was no emotion in the cold peach blossom eyes, and her vermilion lips parted slightly.

"Did you let go? Or did this girl do it herself?"

Hearing this, Chu Ce's whole body was enveloped in a terrifying hostility, and he hugged Han Xiangning tightly, showing no sign of letting go.

Shen Tang pulled out a sneer on his lips, but he didn't show any emotion, as if he was born to be a cold hearted and heartless person.

"Since that's the case, I will fulfill you."

The moment the voice fell, Shen Tangluo suddenly swung a black and red tangled vine, bound Chu Ce's neck forcibly, dragged him into the void, and hung him aside.

Outside the door, seeing this scene, Yan Buwen felt a chill and shivered for no reason.

So brutal!

It's hard to imagine that Young Master Shen is only a 16-year-old girl.

Shen Tangluo stared at Han Xiangning who was lying curled up on the ground, her heart was as calm as a pool of stagnant water, without any waves.

Her voice was low and soft, "Miss Han, don't come here without any problems."

It's a pity that the woman on the ground has lost her six senses, and she is trapped in a prison, reduced to an empty shell, and can't give her any response.

Shen Tangluo was not surprised, walked to her side in a few steps, and knelt down, "It's hard to say which one is right and which is wrong, but what is owed must be paid back."

Shen Tangluo knew very well in her heart that she was the cause of this disaster, and Nangongmo should not bear the consequences.

If she hadn't landed on the island and violated the rules of Mingsha Island, Nangongmo wouldn't have fallen into Han Xiangning's hands, lost her spiritual energy, and lost her cultivation.

So, is Han Xiangning innocent?
no way!

This woman was scheming, and from the first time she saw them, she pretended to be flawless, and lured them into the island eager to welcome and refuse.

Shen Tangluo sneered, and suddenly condensed a gleaming dagger, without hesitation, it stabbed hard into Han Xiangning's abdomen.

Chu Ce's pupils turned white, his face was flushed red, he was almost suffocated, and sobbing kept coming out of his mouth.

But when he saw Han Xiangning being taken out of his abdomen, he suddenly froze all his movements, tears of sorrow welled up in his eyes, and he was extremely desperate.

Yan Buwen was so shocked that he couldn't recover, he wondered if it was his own illusion, but he felt a dull pain in his lower abdomen, as if he had been stabbed.

However, the person who killed him didn't even move his brows.

The strong smell of blood was disgusting, Shen Tangluo clenched his hands into claws, and peeled out a bead lingering blue light from Han Xiangning's dantian...

(End of this chapter)