Rebirth of the beauty of the peasant girl

Chapter 1183 Unchangeable Fate

Qingluo rode on the horseback, looked at the three wizards in front of her, and quickly measured the gap between herself and them in her heart.

These three people are obviously different from those ordinary wizards.

They are very powerful.

It can be seen that this time, they are bound to win.

Qing Luo glanced at Lan Hao, a little worried about his current situation.

"Let him go," Qingluo said slowly, "Anyway, it's me you want."

"Your Highness is right, as long as you are here, whether we look for him or not, he will come here sooner or later." Heipao laughed.

Qingluo asked: "What did you do to him?"

"It's nothing, just let him be quiet." Hong Pao said lightly.

"Wake him up, I want to make sure he's safe. Otherwise, I won't go with you." Qingluo said calmly.

"It's okay." The green robe didn't know what it had done to Lan Hao, and Lan Hao woke up after a while.

He raised his eyes and saw a black-haired girl riding a snow-white Zhaoye lion horse, like a fairy riding a heavenly horse.

"Little Carrot, are you chasing me alone? Go away!" Lan Hao immediately changed his color when he understood the situation in front of him.

Qing Luo smiled and said, "How are you?"

"I..." Lan Hao tried to move, but found that he couldn't move at all.I had no choice but to give up, "I seem to have been enchanted, and I can't move."

Qingluo looked at the three wizards, and said coldly: "Undo his witchcraft and let him go. Otherwise, even if we die together, I will not go with you. You should know that I have this ability."

"Your Highness, we will naturally obey your orders. But..." the black robe said with a smile, "We also know that Her Majesty the Holy Maiden is intelligent in nature, and I am afraid that you will deceive me, so I am not willing to go with us."

"What do you want?"

"Let us seal the body of the Holy Maiden so that you can follow us back smoothly. Only then can we let the Holy Son go with confidence."

"This..." Qingluo hesitated.

"Saint, don't worry, we will never dare to hurt a hair of the saint." The black robe wished he could kneel down and swear.

Qing Luo nodded reluctantly: "Okay, but if you break your promise, even if I break here today, I will definitely drag you as a backup."

"Don't worry, Your Majesty the Holy Maiden." The black robe was very happy, he raised his hand to make a formula, and placed an immobile witchcraft restriction on Qingluo.

Qingluo remained motionless.

Heipao was overjoyed.

At the same time, the green robe also unlocked the witchcraft on Lan Hao.

"Hehe, Your Royal Highness, please go back with your subordinates!" The red robe laughed excitedly, and stepped forward to hold the reins of the night lion horse.

Qingluo glanced at Lan Hao, and followed the wizard forward.

Lan Hao stood where he was, the usual laziness and laughter on his face had long since disappeared.

Looking at the slender figure on the horse's back, a burst of anger welled up in his chest. With a roar, he rubbed his body and rushed forward, grabbed the green-robed wizard who was at the end, and took advantage of his unpreparedness, snapped his leg. neck!
After a successful blow, when Lan Hao wanted to attack other people, he had already alarmed the other two wizards.

The two wizards, black and red, were startled and angry. The two joined forces, and in an instant, more than a dozen witchcraft were cast on Lan Hao.

Lan Hao spat out a mouthful of blood mist and fell to the ground with a plop.

The green radish instantly changed color.

She flew up directly from the horseback, her long hair dancing without wind.

"I originally wanted to abolish your witchcraft and save your lives, but who knows that you will never repent!" In her rage, ignoring the possibility of backlash, the soul-moving technique was instantly cast, and two people were robbed in an instant. The soul of a wizard!

They fell to the ground and died like puppets.

The green radish fell to the ground slowly, her face turned pale, and pale golden blood flowed from her nose and mouth.

This time the backlash was even worse than the last time!
Comparing these two wizards is very powerful.

If she had to, she would not use this damn witchcraft.

After a short rest, she immediately ran to Lan Hao and helped him up, "Brother Lan, how are you, can you hear me?"

At this time, Lan Hao's complexion turned black. Hearing her voice, he slowly opened his eyes and said with a wry smile, "I never thought that this time, you saved me."

Qingluo sighed: "Are you stupid? I fell under their witchcraft on purpose, and wanted to let you go first. With their witchcraft, they can control me? Who knows that you are actually... You are not a normal person." Such an impulsive character!"

"I... don't know what's wrong with me." Lan Hao smiled bitterly.

Qingluo was slightly startled: "Is it because of your blood?"

"You got it? Mei Luochen must have said it, this big mouth!" Lan Hao was a little annoyed.

"How long do you want to keep it from me? You should have told me from the beginning!" Qingluo said angrily, "You don't need to live for anyone! If you told me earlier, I might be able to find a way to solve your blood problem. This way you won't have to be forced to follow me all the time!"

Lan Hao looked at her deeply for a while, then smiled lightly and said, "Do you think I'm forced to always follow you?"

"Second brother has already told me."

"Then...it counts." Lan Hao lowered his eyes.

"Don't move, I'll show you the injury." Qing Luo squeezed his wrist, then let go, with a solemn expression.

Those two guardians had powerful witchcraft, and any of the dozen or so witchcraft they used in anger could kill a person in an instant.

Lan Hao was able to persist for so long only because of his tyrannical body and the blood of the Holy Son.

But it won't last long,

"You drink my blood." Qingluo immediately pulled out the Longyuan Sword, cut a slit on her wrist, and brought it to his mouth.

"Little carrot!" Lan Hao looked at her wrist, startled and hurt, "Wrap it up!"

"Don't be stupid, you know, my blood can restrain their witchcraft." Qingluo forced her wrist to his mouth.

Lan Hao smiled bitterly: "You are stupid. How can I be the same as ordinary people. The Holy Son was born to save the saint, but the saint is noble, but she is never allowed to save the saint."

Qingluo was stunned: "You mean, my blood has no effect on you?"

Lan Hao nodded silently.

Seeing his increasingly gray face, Qingluo began to panic, "Then what should I do, tell me, how can I save you?"

"There is no way." Lan Hao shook his head, looking at her tenderly, "This is the fate of the Holy Son."

"Fucking shit fate!" Qingluo swears fiercely.

Lan Hao looked at her lovingly.

"I don't believe this!" Qing Luo helped him up with all her strength, forced him to lie on the horse's back, and said through gritted teeth, "Just now they said that the destiny of the Holy Son and the Holy Daughter is to fall in love and die for it? But they didn't You are wrong! We are not in love! So your fate will not be like this, even if I do everything, I will save you!"

Lan Hao lay on the horse's back, feeling the increasingly weak breath, squinted his eyes slightly, looked at the girl who was so beautiful that he couldn't be compared to the world, and said softly: "Dying for you is something I have never done in my life. Happiness."

Qingluo drove the horse and galloped on the road. Hearing the words, she was silent for a long time before she said, "You were the one who saved me before. This time, I will save you. The fate of the Son of God, from today onwards, will be changed by me."

(End of this chapter)