Exorcism Xiaojiaofei: The Beast Blood Lord is a strong pet

Chapter 259 Losing Herself 43
With a calm smile, Yin Qianliu frowned suddenly, but then slowly loosened it, enduring the severe pain like a spasm all over his body, leaning against the chair behind him quietly and slowly. He sat down, but his right hand still tightly grasped the armrest, and the stretched phalanx turned white.

However, the mouth was still calm and composed, and said indifferently: "If Xiao Zhuer is willing, it doesn't matter if I die in your hands again."

After the words fell, he immediately opened his left hand, condensed a ball of devilish energy, and transformed into a black long sword.

"You and I are connected, your exorcism talisman can't dispel my demon soul. Use this."

Ye Qizhu was taken aback by his words, looked at the sword in his hand, then at his deep and determined eyes, and clenched his fists.

"I won't be reluctant!"

Ye Qizhu snorted coldly, grabbed the hilt of the sword in his palm, took a deep breath, followed by turning his wrist, and pointed the blade of the sword exuding the billowing demon energy to Yin Qianliu's chest.

Yin Qianliu didn't dodge or dodge, his deep eyes were still fixed on the person in front of him.

Squinting his eyes slightly, Ye Qizhu bit his lips, a dark light flashed across his eyes, and really stabbed the sword blade into Yin Qianliu's chest.

Yin Qianliu closed his eyes heavily.

but……

"I'm so bored, stop playing!"

With an angry shout, Ye Qizhu threw the sword in his hand heavily to the ground, and sat down at Yin Qianliu's feet, exhaling angrily, and staring angrily at his slowly raised sword. The cold face on the corners of his lips pursed his lips.

Opening his eyes, Yin Qianliu evoked a wicked smile, his pupils flickering.

"My little candle, I really can't bear it."

As he spoke, he lowered his head and looked at the skirt of his chest that Ye Qizhu had opened with his sword, revealing the stab wound he had shielded her from when he was in the imperial city.

The wound was scorched black, as if it had been burned by fire, and uncontrollable magic breath continuously gushed out of the wound, which was extremely terrifying.

The corners of her mouth were tightened, Ye Qizhu was secretly annoyed.

"No, I just don't want to owe you favors again, and I don't want to end up with the reputation of repaying kindness with revenge!"

As she spoke, she stood up, raised her chin, and looked down at Yin Qianliu who was sitting upright.

"Tell me, what do you want me to do to help you heal your wounds, and it won't be too late to kill you after your wounds are healed. Also, let me go back after you've healed quickly. Senior Brother Shifang will be anxious if he finds out that I'm missing. "

Yin Qianliu was still watching her stubborn defense with a smile on his face, but when he heard the words "Senior Brother Shifang", the smile on the corner of his mouth suddenly sank.

It was the man who took her.

Immediately afterwards, he reached out and grabbed Ye Qizhu's wrist, grabbed her into his arms, and hugged her into his arms.

"Yin Qianliu!" Ye Qizhu struggled, but was hugged even tighter, "Let me go!"

The slightly squinted eyes froze slightly, and with a strong support from his hands, he rolled onto the couch with Ye Qizhu in his arms, and then pressed himself on it.

This couch is like a bed, it is extremely spacious, and the jet-black material is as hard|hard as jade, but it also shines with gorgeous dark lights like colored glaze.

Ye Qizhu gritted her teeth and supported his chest vigorously, but subconsciously carefully avoided his wound, staring at his clear eyes with sullen eyes, while kicking his legs vigorously.

"Smelly rascal, shameless! You shameless villain, despicable, you...you let me go!"

(End of this chapter)