Evil Phoenix Rebirth: Emperor Zun, God-defying Favorite

Chapter 18 What happened?

She is not only cold and gorgeous in her bones, she is clearly a cold-blooded and ruthless regional Shura.

Ruthless and loveless, she looks soft and approachable, but in fact she is ruthless.

She is not Feng Manqing at all!
"You are……"

With a "chi" sound, the slender wound on the neck of the man in black burst open, and the word "who" was choked in his throat, and he died instantly, and fell to the ground dead.

Mandala held the Tonglin umbrella by his side, and with a "shua", the gold-plated umbrella ribs were put away.

"What happened to Yan'er's left arm?"

Shielding his breath, Xichen leaned over and stood at the end of the branch of the ancient tree, his body trembled, and his temples were dripping with cold sweat.

Their master's cold and murderous voice made him shiver.

Xichen glanced sideways at the stunning icy blue figure in the distance, and explained in a low voice: "Master, Miss Qinyan just caught a warrior's three-foot-wide knife with her hand!"

Di Youming's eyes darkened, and the murderous aura dormant in his body violently spread out.

Xichen and the man in black beside him trembled, and immediately lowered their sense of existence.

Xichen shivered and said: "Master, Miss Qinyan's move was unexpected and she did it in one go. Xichen was unable to stop it in a hurry. Please forgive me, master!"

Di Youming narrowed his deep and cold eyes slightly, staring at the two men in black who hadn't fallen down yet.

"These people don't need you to do anything yet." The deep and cold voice was like a three-foot-frozen cold, mixed with an unconcealable hoarseness.

Xichen's body trembled, leaned over and said tremblingly: "Thank you, master, for the grace of not being punished!"

The jade hands under the long sleeves of Di Youming's toga robe caressed the white strip of cloth, quietly looking at the vertically still left arm of the beautiful figure in blue.

Xichen and the man in black beside him were breathless.

Ignoring the man in black who was dying underground, Mandala slowly lowered the handle of the Tonglin umbrella, blinked her beautiful eyes, and slowly turned around.

The man in black with a horizontal wound on his chest looked at the contemptuous and indifferent Mandala with frightened eyes.

"We are going to kill Feng Manqing!" The voice of the man in black trembled, implying that they did not intend to offend Mandala, and hoped that she would show her noble hand and spare their lives.

"But you are the ones I want to kill." There was no trace of turbulence or coldness in the long and clear voice.

An extremely plain sentence made the man in black feel the call of death.

Sure enough, Datura was holding the Tonglin umbrella with the ribs folded in his hand, and the sharp tip of the umbrella had already reached the heart of the man in black.

"Do you really want to know who I am now?" Mandala held the Tonglin umbrella in his hand and slightly curled his lips.

The eyes of the man in black were full of timidity, and his black lips were trembling with cold. At this moment, he didn't want to know who the evil woman in front of him was. He just wanted to save his life from her.

Ignoring the timid pleading in the eyes of the man in black.

Mandala lifted his lips slightly, and said in a pleasant voice to himself: "Then go down with them and ask Hades!"

Knife up and down.

I saw that the gilt and sharp umbrella tip mercilessly pierced into the heart of the man in black, until it went deeper into the umbrella.

The man in black's chest was red with blood.

With a "chi", Mandala pulled out the Tonglin umbrella as if nothing had happened and retracted it.

"Uh." The man in black snorted, looked down at the hole-like chest, and raised his head to take a last look at the cold-blooded woman who was facing him sideways.

She still looks harmless.

The man in black closed his eyes and fell back, causing many fallen leaves to fly from the forest floor.

(End of this chapter)