Cute little demon: emperor, please spare me

Long Feiyu came to Mr. Lang.

Coldly, without a trace of emotion, he looked at Mr. Lang who had no ability to fight back.

Childe Lang wiped the blood stains from the corners of his mouth and felt the disappearance of spiritual power and magic Qi in his body.

I'm afraid today, I'm really going to die here.

He knows that he should not appear so early. After awakening and checking the dynamics of the world, he should find a safe place to restore his cultivation to the peak.

Then plan something else.

However, all this has become a mess because of the dragon flying language in front of us.

At this moment, childe Lang suddenly understood what the God knowledge was going to do.

Perhaps, it is waiting for this moment, waiting for Longfei's revenge and elimination of obsession.

Suddenly, I felt more relaxed than ever.

His face was pale, and the blood at the corner of his mouth kept flowing out.

There is not a good place on the body.

The sky blue clothes had long been stained with blood.

Just a pair of eyes, especially shining in the night.

Mr. Lang wanted to reach out and rub the little girl's head. He also wanted to praise her. She was so powerful that she not only successfully survived the robbery, but also soared into the God of heaven.

He always knew that his language was the best.

Unfortunately, he can't be with her anymore.

Today is the time to end this abuse.

He looked at the cold eyes of long Feiyu and the cold dragon sword.

In fact, if it weren't for his fault, his language would still be the little girl who is full of aura and vitality and happy every day.

He also thought that when his language would grow up.

Now, Yuer has really grown up.

But such growth made him feel so painful that he couldn't breathe.

"Yuer..." Mr. Lang said with difficulty.

Longfei's heart stagnated. He held the sword's hand tightly, and a sense of hatred surged into his heart again. He bit his teeth and looked at Mr. Lang for a long time, but he still couldn't help asking, "my brother Lang was swallowed by you?"

"Kill me..." Mr. Lang didn't answer, but wiped away the blood stains on the corners of his mouth. His face was as beautiful as jade. At this time, it seemed that he was covered with a layer of soft light by the moonlight. His eyebrows were soft and spoiled as never before. Word by word, "kill me and your brother Lang will come back."

Long Feiyu looked at young master Lang in a daze. This face had been with her for thousands of years.

The hand holding the Dragon Sword trembled. Before today's event, she wanted to cut him thousands of times, but when she could really do so, she sadly found that she couldn't do it.

Childe Lang's eyes are as gentle as water, and his words are soft hearted.

After a few breaths, his expression flashed a firm and difficult opening, "you take a step closer and I'll tell you where your brother Lang has gone."

Longfei took a step forward without thinking.

At the moment she walked forward, Mr. Lang used all the remaining spiritual power and jumped straight at the Dragon Sword of Longfei language.

The sharp divine sword, with powerful aura, instantly penetrated childe Lang's chest.

Long Feiyu didn't expect that childe Lang would take the initiative to jump at her dragon sword.

It was too late to escape. For a moment, Longfei's blood seemed to solidify. She was stunned in situ.

The white aura and sword Qi quickly swallowed up childe Lang's five internal organs and six lungs. A gentle smile crossed childe Lang's eyes and said hard, "Yuer... I'm sorry."