The waste wood princess is the god of war

Chapter 811 Close Your Eyes
He even smiled, "I didn't expect to meet here, you two ate Qingxuancao, how do you feel?"

Mu Anqi looked at Nangong Yi indifferently, it was indeed him, and the enemy's road was narrow.

She subconsciously touched the dagger at her waist.

Nangong Yi shot directly. A dark breath suddenly emanated from her body and hit Mu Anqi directly.

So fast……

She couldn't see at all.She lost her strength, and she didn't even have the ability to dodge.

Jia Lan stood in front of her, stared at the person opposite, and chanted a spell. The flowers in his hand instantly magnified and flew out.

Cut Nangong Yi's wrist.

Nangong Yi looked at Jia Lan in disbelief, "Why do you..." Why is it that the monk is fine after eating the green xuancao.

Jia Lan looked at him coldly, "Should I tell you that the Qingxuan grass has long been useless to this deity, and this deity is the quasi-emperor!"

Reaching the emperor level can make the power of Qingxuancao almost fade away.

Therefore, Nangong Yi did not know that he was the quasi-emperor.

Hearing this at the moment, he was startled, but Jia Lan had already come over.

With a bad complexion, the cold Buddha mantra appeared again and again with golden halos, harvesting everyone's lives.

This place suddenly turned into purgatory.

In Sanskrit singing, bloody violence.

Mu Anqi's eyes hurt from the smoke, and she looked like an ant without the strength to protect her.He was about to move his feet to leave, but he couldn't move at all.

A pawn grabbed her, and she wanted to escape.

Can't escape at all.

wait to die...

Ironic.

She actually got to the point where she was waiting to die.

"Ka——" The falling knife touched her footsteps, and her face suddenly became hot.

She turned her head to find that the fire around her had exploded.

All those bloody things fell on her body.

Mu Anqi has always loved being clean, trying not to let corpses and blood fall on her body, but at this moment, she is powerless.

Let the blood flow on his body, the scalding burning sensation is disgusting.

She doesn't like it very much.

The next moment, Jia Lan picked her up, and among the crowd, she was protected by a white lotus.

He took her while walking and playing.

"If you don't like it, just close your eyes. It will be fine in a while..." Jia Lan's voice was unexpectedly rich and loving.

Lin Qi, who was standing beside Nangong Yi, moved her eyes.

He looked straight at Mu Anqi's face.His face was bloody... disfigured.

He remembered that he once heard them say that Mu Anqi's most beautiful face was this face.

He also heard people talking about her standing beside Nangong Shi: Elegant and beautiful, if she is a son, he must marry her.

Now, Mu Anqi who lost his strength, Mu Anqi who was disfigured.

He actually thought of the cowardly and pitiful girl in Liuzhou City.Before Mu Anqi said she was different, he thought it should be the same now.

But... still different.

Her bright black eyes stared at the dead without blinking, her emotions didn't fluctuate at all, and she didn't seem to feel the pain on her face.

So cold, it seems like there is no emotion.

It's not that Mu Anqi is so cold and emotionless, but that she really doesn't feel pain, and I don't know what method Jia Lan used to make her feel less painful.

stood for a while.

Jia Lan lowered his head and licked the wound on her face, swallowing the blood into his belly, his face was icy cold.His fingers, not daring to use force, gently hugged her.

"It hurts a bit, it will be fine in a while."

Mu Anqi did feel some pain.But soon it was ice cold.

(End of this chapter)