The Absolutely Favorite Poison Concubine: Demon Emperor, very arrogant

Chapter 459 Your position is really low!
Under the bondage of thorns, Shen Wushuang maintained a posture of turning around and wanting to retreat...

Both shoulders and head are turned backwards, and one leg is slightly raised. The two lumps of flesh on the chest are more prominent in this posture...

In addition, the thorns entangled all over the body are sincere and have a bit of S and M breath!

"Ling Jiu! What kind of demon technique did you use, you bitch!" At this moment, Shen Wushuang didn't care about her demeanor anymore. Looking at Ling Jiuyou in front of her, her eyes were about to burst, and her eyes were blood red.

one move!
Ling Jiuyou turned all of their attacks into ashes with only one move, and trapped them all in the present moment with only one move!
Why is this happening?

why?
Shen Wushuang couldn't figure it out!
In Shen Wushuang's eyes, Ling Jiuyou clearly only had the realm of Lv [-] Lingling Realm, so even if she was carrying the Spiritual Bone of Destiny, she was definitely not her opponent!
However, she was able to make one move, which made her defenseless!
Not only Shen Wushuang couldn't figure it out, but the people from all over the world who were surrounded by thorns couldn't figure it out either!

At this moment, they are confused!

Totally bewildered!

Nine hundred people!

Nine hundred of them attacked at the same time, and they wanted to bully the few with more, but they were instantly killed on the spot with one move. What is this?
How did all of this happen?
At this moment, the eyes of everyone looking at Ling Jiuyou suddenly became extremely strange and trembled...

This boy, this evil...

Sure enough, it's wicked!
"Little girl..." Under everyone's gaze, Ling Jiuyou, who was standing beside Shen Wushuang, slowly leaned over, approached Shen Wushuang's ear, and said in a low voice, "If you can't beat me, just want to kill me!" Classified as a demon, little girl, your position, sincerity, is a bit low..."

"Why? Ling Jiuyou, how did you do it? Why did it happen?" Seeing this, Shen Wushuang lowered his voice and gritted his teeth.

It's just that the low voice can only be heard by Ling Jiuyou who is close.

"Because I want to, so I can! Shen Wushuang, I have done what you wished. I didn't use magical weapons or poison, but you still lost!" Ling Jiuyou leaned over Shen Wushuang's ear, The corners of the mouth were slightly hooked, and the look of disdain was evident in the phoenix eyes, "The arrogant girl of the sky? The beauty is unparalleled? In front of me, Ling Jiuyou, you are at most a fake fairy, and I feel inferior to you own rank!"

"Why? Why exactly? I'm obviously five levels higher than you! One level and one level, I'm obviously stronger than you, stronger than you, I shouldn't lose! I shouldn't!" Shen Wushuang was unwilling growl.

"Because, the existence of some people is destined to stand on the top of the mountain and look down on the sky! Just like me, hahaha..." Ling Jiuyou said, raising his head, and let out a burst of insolence laughter……

When the laughter stopped, Ling Jiuyou drew back half a step, distanced himself from Shen Wushuang, and tapped the handle of the fan in his hand towards the thorns trapped in Shen Wushuang's deep thoughts...

"How? Do you still like the gift my master prepared for you? I carefully selected this thorn for you. It has many thorns and is extremely sharp. Just press it lightly..."

Almost at the moment when the handle of the fan in Ling Jiuyou's hand was pressed down, the barbs pierced through Shen Wushuang's white clothes...

(End of this chapter)