Playful Immortal Doctor: Evil Emperor Poisonous Love Concubine

"I wanted to let you go, but I didn't expect you to want to prevent me from meeting my wife, heh."

Xuanyuan Yu sneered, held the flower in his left hand, flipped his right hand, and pulled out the Long Yuan Sword from his waist.

Accompanied by a dragon's chant that resounded through the sky, a majestic golden dragon soul leaped out from Long Yuan Sword.

In the hands of Xuanyuan Yu, the mid-level flying sword Longyuan exerted great power.

After the dragon soul was unsheathed, it coiled around Xuanyuan Yu's body several times. The dragon's head was raised high, the dragon's whiskers danced, the golden scales shone, and the mighty golden aura burst out of the body.

Seeing this scene, Ling Luo stopped abruptly.

She has already felt that Yu's true cultivation base, the completion of the alchemy stage, is about to enter the Nascent Soul stage.

Life is very thirteen, in front of him, he is as humble as an ant, and his consciousness and soul can't help trembling.

Let alone eight, even if there are eight hundred of this grade, they can be killed without mercy.

Longyuan sword came out, and the golden dragon coiled around.

Long Yuan returns with his sword, and the Golden Dragon returns to its place.

Xuanyuan Yu is like a phantom, controlling the soul of Longyuan, and quickly passes through the eight monks who hinder him.

In the blink of an eye, those eight people were all terrified, their bodies were left with terrible sword wounds, and blood spattered, and they fell to the ground one by one.

Xuanyuan Yu didn't kill him, but even if these disciples didn't die, they were not far from death.

However, a certain wife slave was unaware of this, and after killing the enemy, he rushed to Ling Luo with a look of excitement, and stuffed the muzhilan bouquet into his little wife's hand.

"Luoer, do you like it?"

He looked at her fixedly, with a sea of ​​stars shining in his eyes, and a gentle and doting smile on his face.

Ling Luo was a little silly.

Her eyes kept falling on the eight disciples of the four sects who were lying in a pool of blood, and then she turned back to the extremely beautiful muzhilan bouquet in her hand, lowered her head, and smelled it at the tip of her nose.

"Well, it's delicious."

The corners of Xuanyuan Yu's lips raised slightly, evoking an extremely dazzling arc, and said, "It's just as long as you like it."

A certain wife slave had an excited expression on his face. It looked like a giant loyal dog, except for a big furry tail that kept wagging behind him.

"Is your husband good at me?" Xuanyuan Yu winked at Ling Luo with a rather smug look.

Ling Luo laughed dumbfoundedly.

This man, in front of the enemy, is serious and serious like a god of death, but in front of himself, he has a completely different virtue, like a big child.

"Fantastic, much stronger than me." Ling Luo smiled slightly, and looked at the man in front of him with an almost nostalgic gaze.

Xuanyuan Yu's eyes became deep, and his voice was a little hoarse: "If you look at me with such captivating eyes again, I don't mind kissing you, a 'man', in broad daylight."

The corners of Ling Luo's eyes twitched fiercely.

"Don't—don't!"

There are many disciples haunting this central area close to the secret place of Guixu. If they were seen, they would think that they were abnormal Lord Longyang.

At this moment, Ling Weiyang, who was lying in a pool of blood, endured the spoiler of his wound, supported his body with half of his arm, raised his head with great difficulty, and looked at Ling Luo: "Luo Ge...you actually followed the cover of the Moon Sect!" People colluded to kill our disciples!"

"Luo Ge?"

The veins on Xuanyuan Yu's forehead burst suddenly, and he turned his head suddenly, his tender eyes instantly became extremely violent, "Who allowed you to call her by that name?!"