Cute little demon: emperor, please spare me

She had a notice and decided to take away the little demon. Although the world is killing demons, it is only limited to ordinary ones. Even the leader of those great demons with superb mana dare not act rashly.

Moreover, the little demon is a wood system and the body is a vine. She gets twice the result with half the effort. She is fully confident that she will cross the robbery and soar after getting the magic weapon of yunqingrang.

It's just a pity that we didn't succeed today, but we are more likely to win for Yunqing.

His age is so young, but his accomplishments are invisible. Even the yuan God scattered in the air can detect him. She naturally doesn't believe that he has no magic weapon.

She looked at the demon again and could only wait for the next chance.

She frowned and slowly said, "this child is dead. He is a new disciple. What's going on?"

The headmaster's body came here in an instant. Xia Qingluo was unprepared. A cold wind hit, and her body fell towards the grass behind.

Unexpectedly, the next moment, a soft breath dragged her, and then Xia Qingluo stood three steps away.

She turned her head and looked at Xiang Yunqing in surprise.

Could that power be him?

"Who is this child?" the headmaster looked at Xiang fengqinghe. After all, she came with Lin Ziao today. "You didn't answer me just now."

The leader's authority is not allowed to be challenged.

Her father is his younger martial brother, but she is not!

"Back to the headmaster, I have nothing to do today, and I have never been here. Moreover, the younger martial brother is boring. I want to be a companion with him."

Feng Qinghe said weakly.

The crooked eyebrows frowned tightly, as if they were in pain.

Xia Qingluo really wanted to paste her face with tree leaves, but she sadly found that she had no right to speak here.

"What's the matter with your wound?" martial uncle Feng also came forward and asked anxiously, "how did your sword wound come from? Tell me quickly. Dad will decide for you."

"Dad, I......" Feng Qinghe glanced at Xia Qingluo and yunqingrang, and stopped talking.

Martial uncle Feng is such a smart man. He knows what's going on at this glance.

A cold sword suddenly appeared in his hand. The next moment, the tip of the sword stabbed Xia Qingluo's chest.

The wound there was not healed yet. Although martial uncle Feng didn't use force, the sharp sword tip pierced Xia Qingluo's skin again.

Blood trickled down the tip of the sword.

"If you are not my race, your heart will be different. You cheap banshee, do you have a black hand on my daughter?"

Worthy of being father and daughter!

"Let your mother go..." Xia Qingluo couldn't bear it anymore. She was going to scold, but she didn't think of the three words of smelly shit and stifled it back.

She glared at the cloud qingrang who didn't know when to come to her.

Yunqing kept his face unchanged, stretched out two fingers like jade, gently pinched the sword tip of martial uncle Feng, and then sent it along with the trend, and the sword tip left Xia Qingluo's chest.

Yunqing asked her low eyes to look at the wound. She looked dark and unidentified. She slightly raised the corners of her mouth and thought it would be good to teach Xia Qingluo a lesson.

This is a little demon who doesn't see the coffin and doesn't shed tears. I'd better keep this wound first.

He stood aside, "martial uncle, listen to Feng Qing and talk first. It's not too late to start."

Martial uncle Feng also remembered that today's little demon can't be killed. He had to take back his sword, stand in place and ask Feng Qinghe, "tell me what's going on?"