Half Martial Immortal, Half Margin Monarch

Chapter 1887 Falling into a Warm Embrace

What's more, she knew the plot in advance, and when she saw Shen Jiuli's sleeves raised slightly, she knew it was not good, and she was already fully on guard.

Before his palm reached, she had already stepped back at a strange angle like flowing water, just avoiding Shen Jiuli's palm.

But he didn't avoid his palm wind, and was staggered by the palm wind!
He really did it to her!
If she can't dodge this palm, she will be seriously injured!
wrong? !
Ning Xuemo suddenly raised her head and looked at Shen Jiuli's face!
His looks are right, his figure is right, his voice is right, but his breath is wrong!
There is a very special cold fragrance on Shen Jiuli's body, but the cold fragrance is very faint, and you can only smell it unless you are very close to him, and when he uses his palm to make a move, the breath carried by the palm wind and his own breath it's the same.

But there is still a difference between this palm wind and his breath that Ning Xuemo usually smells.

Of course, this difference is very small, if it is not for the kind of smell that is extremely sensitive, it will not be able to smell it.

Of course, there are very few chances for Shen Jiuli to get close to him. If Ning Xuemo hadn't had a physical relationship with him, naturally she wouldn't be able to tell the difference.

When she looked up, Shen Jiuli's second palm came over!
This palm was more ruthless and hotter than the first palm, and its coverage was suddenly expanded several times. It was not easy for Ning Xuemo to avoid it!
"Bang!" With a sound, Ning Xuemo was finally captured, and Gululu rolled out.

She felt tight in her chest and struggled on the ground, but instead of getting up, she vomited a mouthful of blood!

Shen Jiuli looked at her condescendingly: "For the sake of raising you, I will not take your life. From today on, get the hell out of Brahma Palace. I don't want to see you again!"

Ning Xuemo stood up slowly, her face was white, and she looked at him with disbelief, shock, anger, and hatred...

"Shen Jiuli, I hate you!" She said word by word: "I will never see you again!"

She seemed to be extremely angry and sad, tears welled up in her big eyes, but she forced them back again.

She turned around and walked out slowly step by step.

That figure was lonely and desolate, walking out of the Brahma Palace step by step...

Behind her back, Shen Jiuli did not keep her, and of course, Miao Fan did not.

……

The palace door slowly closed behind her.

Ning Xuemo stood at the gate of the palace, she seemed a little dazed, she squatted down with her arms folded, her whole body trembling, as if she was suppressing something.

After a while, she stood up, looked back at the gate of Brahma Palace, and clenched her fingers tightly: "Shen Jiuli, I hate you!" She couldn't help shouting, tears running down her cheeks: "After you Even if I beg this seat, this seat will not come back!"

After saying this, she turned her head and left, but this time she never looked back.

She walked through several corners in a flash, and turned directly into a linden forest before stopping...

The branches and leaves were whirling in the bodhi forest, she looked back and forth, coughed, took out a handkerchief, and spat out a mouthful of blood...

Damn, my tongue hurts!

Pretending to vomit blood is also a technical job, she has to bite the tip of her tongue, and she has to bite deeper...

"Are you really hurt?!" A voice suddenly came from behind her, and then her waist tightened and she fell into a warm embrace.

Immediately afterwards, she flew up like a cloud and fog, and landed on the densely branched branches.

Before Ning Xuemo could turn her head, someone grabbed her wrist again, and three fingers touched her wrist...

(End of this chapter)