The first calamity of the immortal of fast transmigration

Chapter 440 Tyrant, I am your disaster (20)
She thought about it.

Wanting to confront him on the battlefield, the sharp sword came out of its sheath and ruined his extremely handsome face and everything about him. She wanted to destroy him until his soul was destroyed, life would be better than death, and there would be no way to recover. (Reluctantly.)
But she can't.

If she really destroyed him, she would still have to do everything in her power to restore him to his original state.

So why bother?

Lu Shuangyue refused to go back to the palace with Fenglimo no matter what.

Yet she went back with him.

Because, her catastrophe in this life is coming.

And Feng Limo is the destined emperor of this small world, and she has to rely on his "devil god soul" to escape the catastrophe for her.

So, for Lu Shuangyue, her life is the most important thing.

But Lu Shuangyue is really, as bad as it can be.

Even if she wants to go back, she has to torture Feng Limo once before going back.

There are thousands of troops and horses, and the two armies confront each other.

The very center of the battlefield——

The light and shadow are scorching.

Lu Shuangyue wears a moon training battle armor that is unparalleled, and the girl holds the "God Whip" in her hand, looking down at the boy who kneels down on the ground and kneels down on her.

The young man is her tyrant, Feng Limo.

Lu Shuangyue's most translucent and clear eyebrows were ruthless at this moment.

The gods whipped the bruised young man again and again.

Be as ruthless as you want.

Even though he was already dying.But this didn't affect Lu Shuangyue was torturing him.

The clear and clear voice seemed to have lost all the beauty of the jade moonlight, Lu Shuangyue hooked her lips and smiled, extremely vicious, the whip tail ruthlessly hooked on the boy's back, and there was another scar: "Fenglimo, you deserve to die! You Why don't you die! You tyrant, stupid king, damned king of subjugation! How can you still have the face to live in this world!"

While Feng Limo didn't say a word from the beginning to the end, the young Zhilan Yushu's back was straight, allowing her to torture/torture him however she wanted.

Even if it hurts to death, it will never snort.

And a moment later, Lu Shuangyue stared, the god's whip was hooked around Feng Chaomo's waist, and she flung the young man away like a weed.

She didn't even say a word to him until she threw him away.

【Like a waste, never resist.I'm tired of misfortunes.Wind glass ink. 】

Lu Shuangyue turned her horse's head and went straight back to the enemy's camp. She was used to ignoring Feng Limo.

【Well, she won't care about his life or death. 】

And the boy was chasing after her covered in bruises.To be precise, he was crawling and chasing Lu Shuangyue.

It was extremely difficult, every time he moved, the ubiquitous scars reminded him that all his injuries were because of her.

"Mu Qingyue, will you go back with me?" Feng Limo was sobbing behind her, staring at her infatuatedly, begging in a very humble way.

However, Lu Shuangyue couldn't hear anything.

【She did it on purpose. 】

The young emperors calmed down and looked condescendingly at Feng Limo who was kneeling on the ground facing her: "Your Majesty Li Mo, don't wishful thinking. How could she go back with you?"

And he stubbornly and desperately called her name: "Mu Qingyue, Mu Qingyue..."

[I don't want to care about them.But don't be so cruel to me. 】

So, he sacrificed everything for her, but in the end, he got nothing, right?

Are they all empty?

Until he chased to the door of the enemy camp, Lu Shuangyue looked back on the Maxima, but that look was not at him.

Lu Shuangyue and her were in a trance again with their clear and clear eyes without any focus.

Well, she would rather be lost in thought than even look at Feng Limo.

Disdain him to the extreme.

(End of this chapter)