The Heaven-defying Little Crazy Concubine: The Ghost Emperor Chased His Wife

Chapter 70 Are you okay?

The memories from the past surfaced, causing Mo Li to be terrified, but he had no time to take care of it, it just added a little helplessness.

Among the 20 people who chose to attack, now only a few figures can be seen emerging, and soon disappeared, swallowed by endless darkness.

It seems that the reunion is impossible, Qi Fengfeng saw this scene of helpless wry laughter, and sadness filled his heart.

"Moli, are you okay?" Qi Feng smiled slightly, and asked softly, his inaudible voice was covered by the howling of wolves, and disappeared in this space, where no one could hear.

The ground was soaked in blood, and it became more sticky, with a pungent smell. There were flesh and blood stumps all over the ground, some of which were still trembling involuntarily. The land was so red that it was ruled by demons, and even the air was filled with blood.

Mo Li gritted his teeth and cursed lightly. Nearly ten Nether Phantom Wolves stared straight at them with scarlet eyes, bowing their bodies and slowly advancing step by step.

There were bursts of low humming, shuttled through the forest, echoing, like the mourning of ghosts.

One of them attacked first, turned its head, opened its mouth wide, dripped saliva from the corner of its mouth, gasped for breath, kicked its hind legs suddenly, got off the ground, and rushed towards her.

The remaining ghost phantom wolves surrounded Mo Li from all directions without leaving a single gap.
She vowed to take her as the most important thing in her pocket, and she has long been unable to retreat, and it is difficult to fly.

Qi Fengfeng twisted and noticed this scene, but he was extremely powerless, because his own strength was low, and he couldn't help her much, and going up would only add to her confusion, and there was no difference between going up and sending her to death.

Now is not the time to be a hero.

Everything today may be fate, no one can escape, and it is inevitable that I will be unwilling to end it too early, but I am not alone now, who has an enemy to die, I don’t blame myself for being too sad, it’s just because the reality is too cruel.

I definitely can't do an all-round attack now, it is impossible for the Nether Phantom Wolf to give myself a chance to breathe, so let's try it.

"Snow dancing all over the sky", Mo Li jumped up lightly, waved a snowflake, and flew all over the sky, circling in the air, covering a space, blinding someone's eyes,

This is Moli's first experience with profound art, it consumes less spiritual power and is not aggressive, it is a means for ice attribute people to show themselves.

The ghost phantom wolf is not judged by the temperature of the snake, it is judged by the breath, and the previous five-color plum can just play this role,

The five-color plum has a strong smell, although it has the effect of stopping bleeding, on the other hand, it helps the Nether Phantom Wolf, but now it doesn't care about so much, confusion and survival are the most important.

A strong smell instantly filled the air, which had no effect on me who relied on visual judgment, and could even cover up my own breath, but the Nether Phantom Wolf lost its defenses.

It's a quick decision, and when you get used to it, it won't be so effective.

A knife directly pierced through the skull, submerged into the back of the head, and directly cut off the nerves that maintain the heartbeat and breathing,
At the most vulnerable moment, he directly cut his throat with one knife, pierced his heart with two knifes, gouged out his eyes with three knifes, and then staggered his spine with one foot. Even if he was alive, he would still be paralyzed.

The snowflakes melted slowly, and the clarity returned. Mo Li supported the tree trunk, trembling slightly, looked at the corpses all over the ground, and smiled weakly.

Mo Li's body was covered in blood, and his hair was sticky, he couldn't tell whether it belonged to the Nether Phantom Wolf or his own.
Some have dried up, formed a layer, and floated up, looking a little abrupt.

　Babies who are about to open a small theater, squeak,
　　Qianmo opens the back door for you
　　
　
(End of this chapter)