The devil's favorite upper body: the playful little poisonous concubine

Chapter 39 The Baby in the Deep Cave (3)

This whip seemed to arouse the anger of the other black wolves.

The deep roar seemed to tear people apart, the listener was frightened, and the listener was startled.

"Upper left!"

Qi Jinghuan, who was silent for a while, suddenly spoke.

Xie Wanrong almost instantly threw the whip along the upper left side.

"hiss--"

When she turned sideways to block the attack of the black wolf on the upper left, unexpectedly a ferocious black wolf pounced on the right.

She rolled twice on the ground, but still did not escape, the sharp claws slashed down her arms, the sharp claws tore through her clothes, and her snow-white skin and bright red blood were instantly exposed to the cool air.

She took a deep breath, the pain was piercing.

Standing in the distance, Qi Jinghuan was leaning on a thick tree trunk. He seemed to be calm and calm, with frivolous eyes, but a slight bulge was barely visible between his eyebrows, and his thin lips were pursed into a line.

He was shrouded in darkness, and his eyes fell on Xie Wanrong who was in a state of embarrassment. He only saw that her moon-white clothes were already mixed with mud and blood, her hair was loose and messy, and her brows were frowning.

Although Qi Jinghuan was moved in his heart, he didn't help her. This was something she had to go through.

Xie Wanrong gritted her teeth tightly, not daring to be negligent, otherwise she really wouldn't be able to survive tonight.

The Purple Jade Qijue Whip in her hand tightened tightly, becoming more and more handy, like dancing with light sleeves, agile and elegant.

Dozens of whips whipping back and forth linger in the night like purple yarn all over the sky.

Several second-tier black wolves were hit by Ziyu Qijue's whip. Wherever they went, their skin was torn apart. They seemed to have tasted the pain, and they all disappeared into the night quickly.

She breathed a sigh of relief, exhausted, as if all her strength had been drained.

Warm blood slowly flowed down her arm, and suddenly there was a burning sensation between her fingers.

She frowned slightly, watching the hidden spirit ring on her index finger suddenly appear, soaked in her blood.

Miraculously, the blood was absorbed by the spirit ring, fleeting, and then disappeared between the fingers.

She turned around slowly, her vision gradually blurred. In the dark night, she showed Qi Jinghuan a smug smile, showing her victory.

Before the smile reached her eyes, her body softened and she fainted to the ground.

"Wan'er!" Qi Jinghuan exclaimed in shock, and quickly stepped forward to hug her in his arms.

The originally gorgeous little face was now bloodless and pale, the blood on her arm hadn't coagulated, her eyelashes were trembling slightly, and in her hand, she was still tightly holding the Purple Jade Seven Absolute Whip.

Qi Jinghuan's eyes narrowed slightly, this silly girl really resisted.

As expected of the girl Qi Jinghuan had his eyes on.

He gently caressed her haggard face, his eyes became softer, he took out a elixir from his bosom, put it in his mouth, lowered his head, and gently landed on Xie Wanrong's soft lips, between his lips Slightly cool.

"Well--"

Xie Wanrong's eyes were tightly closed, her brows were slightly tightened, and she gave a low whisper, as if she felt the bitterness of the pill, she subconsciously sent it out.

This kiss was too gentle, Xie Wanrong's throat moved slightly, and the pill slid down her throat.

(End of this chapter)