Dijun, your cute concubine bit someone again

Chapter 583 Should Fox Be Born?Still a monkey ([-])
Lan Ling would not be so stupid as to tell the truth, but she did not expect to meet Xuanyuan Hao here.

"I... came to look for you." After Lan Ling finished speaking, she felt ready to slap herself, especially when she saw the surprise flashing in Xuanyuan Hao's eyes, wasn't she trying to cocoon herself?
"Ling'er, are you caring about me?" What did Xuanyuan Hao not want to think about?As long as Lan Ling said something, he was willing to believe it was true.

Care about the yarn?

Her mouth twitched, is it okay to say something wrong?

"Okay, don't be so sentimental, now I only care about where is the Holy Blue Flame?" Lan Ling didn't want to continue this topic, she originally wanted to leave Xuanyuanhao, who knew that she would be so unlucky and meet him here?
What to do now?Do you still want to go back with him?

Xuanyuanhao's thin lips curled up in a happy arc, and he saw the little fox blushing...

Ling'er, I promise you that no matter what means I use, I will help you get it.

Xuanyuanhao turned his gaze to Wuma Feifei who was hiding behind Lan Ling, his black eyes instantly cooled down, as cold as ice.

Do you think it's okay to hide behind the little fox?
Xuanyuanhao's eyes flashed demon red. Suddenly, he stretched out his slender fingers and snatched Wuma Feifei from Lanling's grasp. Let him do what the little fox can't do!

Xuanyuanhao pinched Wuma Feifei's arm and turned it around, Wuma Feifei cried out in pain, tears rolling in his eyes.

"Ah! It hurts."

Lan Ling didn't expect Xuanyuanhao to strike so fast and attack this little girl so hard.

"Xuanyuanhao, don't hurt her, she's just a child." This girl will not be more than 13 years old at most, such a young girl is so straightforward, Lan Ling can't bear Wuma Feifei's pain.

Even if Wuma Feifei lied to her just now, that's right, Wuma Feifei did this to protect the strange fire of the Wuma tribe.

Xuanyuanhao sneered disdainfully: "Heh...you are just a child who can lie and deceive people, but will you be okay when you grow up? Wuma Feifei, this deity has no patience with you. If you are sensible, you'd better hand over the Holy Blue Flame immediately , if not..." After a pause on purpose, the cold voice made people's bones chill: "This deity has removed your arm."

The demonic red in Xuanyuanhao's eyes gradually gathered, and the hostility around him became more and more intense. This emperor of Jiuyou Continent has no patience with anyone except Lan Ling, a little fox.

If Wuma Feifei refuses to say it, even if Lan Ling is present, Xuanyuanhao will do what he says. He has never been a soft-hearted man after removing Wuma Feifei's arm. He will not care about what he needs to get. the life and death of others.

This is the law of survival in his world.

"Xuanyuanhao, you..." Before Lan Ling could finish her sentence, she heard Feng Qingyang's voice from her spiritual consciousness.

"Ling, if you want to obtain the Holy Blue Flame, it is best not to worry about what Xuanyuanhao does. The road to the strong is paved with blood. If you are soft-hearted, Wuma Feifei will never hand over the Holy Blue Flame." Yan, your road to becoming a strong man has come to an end."

What's wrong with Xuanyuan Hao doing something for Lan Ling when she can't do it?
Feng Qingyang disagrees.

"Ah~" Wuma Feifei let out another miserable cry. It turned out that Xuanyuanhao really took off Wuma Qingqing's arm when Feng Qingyang communicated with Lan Ling's consciousness.

Xuanyuanhao stretched out his left hand, a golden light flashed, and a unicorn sword appeared in his hand, his voice was colder than before.

"It seems that you don't want this arm anymore."

Qilin sword raised, and it was about to fall on Wuma Feifei's arm, which was removed by Wuma Feifei. Wuma Feifei's arm would be broken if the sword went down like this.

Lan Ling looked terrified. If such a small girl had one arm broken, wouldn't she be ruined?
Moreover, she does not agree with what Feng Qingyang said, if she does not distinguish between good and bad, and uses other people's blood to pave her own way of being strong, then it is better not to take this so-called road of being strong.

"Xuanyuanhao, stop." Lan Ling's voice failed to stop Xuanyuanhao, she suddenly reached out and blocked Wuma Feifei's arm that was about to be severed.

Xuanyuanhao never expected that Lan Ling would disregard his own safety to save Wuma Feifei, and the unicorn sword would not show mercy until Lan Ling's little hand reached out, his eyes changed suddenly, and at the very moment, the unicorn sword stopped On the back of Lan Ling's hand, the sword's edge has already stuck to the back of her white and tender hand.

A spot of bright red was cut on the blade, getting longer and longer, with more and more blood.

The back of her hand was hurt.

Xuanyuanhao's heart almost stopped beating, and his black eyes looked at Lan Ling with coldness.

"You don't want this hand anymore? Ah?" Xuanyuanhao yelled out the last word "ah". If he slowed down just a little bit, her hand would be gone. For a strange girl, it was worth it. She paid the price of a hand?
If the little fox really lost his hand, even if he killed Wuma Feifei a thousand times, it would not be enough to repay Lan Ling's hand.

Wuma Feifei didn't expect that at the critical moment, Lan Ling would suddenly rescue her. She was not a fool, she knew that the situation just now was very dangerous, otherwise, Xuanyuanhao, the devil, wouldn't have yelled at the beautiful sister in front of her so loudly.

Wuma Feifei's arm was removed and she was already numb from the pain. The tears in her eyes stubbornly refused to fall, but when she saw that the back of Lan Ling's hand was stained red with blood in order to save her, the tears in Wuma Feifei's eyes could not He fell down uncontrollably.

"Sister, you bleed so much, the back of your hand must hurt, right?"

After Wuma Feifei said a word, Xuanyuanhao shifted his gaze to the back of Lanling's hand, and saw that Lanling's little hand looked like it had been fished out of blood. The unicorn sword in his hand turned into golden light and disappeared. He threw away Wuma. Feifei took out a clean handkerchief from the cuff and wiped her hand indiscriminately. After throwing away the handkerchief, he carefully picked up Lanling's small hand. His palms were soon stained red.

Xuanyuanhao felt distressed for a while, frowned, took out a porcelain bottle from his bosom, bit off the stopper with his mouth, and spat it aside: "Ling'er, hold on."

A pear-white figure appeared like lightning, and Xuan Huang held a porcelain bottle full of medicinal fragrance in his hand to Xuanyuan Hao: "Use my medicine, it won't hurt."

Wuma Feifei's arms drooped, her head was covered with cold sweat, her face was also pale, but her gaze stayed on the back of Lan Ling's hand, and a look of worry appeared in Shui Ling's eyes.

This time Xuanyuan Hao did not reject Xuan Huang, if Xuan Huang said that the elixir he made ranked second in the Holy Land, no one would dare to claim the number one.

Xuanyuan Hao quickly took the porcelain bottle and poured the moist ointment on Lan Ling's wound. There was no pain at all, and the wound was recovering at a speed visible to the naked eye.

(End of this chapter)