Husband is Particularly Fierce

Di Qingya's black eyes were filled with malice. She knew that it wouldn't be good for her to take action, she could only wait for her opponent to admit defeat.

However, even if you were a little proud, so what?! Idiot female, you actually provoked my enemy in the air, I want to see if Fourth Prince will still marry you.

It had to be said that the pure-blooded Devil Clan females all felt pretty good about themselves. Everyone felt that they were important figures, and the world had to revolve around them. It was also if the living environment allowed them to live under the protection of the male pets all day long, thus they would not be able to recognize their specific status.

A ninth stage Devil Battle King's female pure-blooded Devil Clan was impressive, but when compared to the future Qiu Xiaobao who would become a Devil God, or the future successor to the Devil Realm, the weight was not that heavy. For Qiu Xiaobao's sake, the entire Devil Capital had to protect Yuan Feiyu.

However, Yuan Feiyu did not admit defeat. She was not the kind of woman who was proficient in palace fighting skills, nor the type of person who was the main character who was born with the talent to lead and bear heavy burden on her shoulders. She was more like a very responsible little mother.

Even though Mu Mu was a little naive, he had cultivated for more than a hundred thousand years and knew that he should never reveal his wealth, especially when Yuan Feiyu was a trash who didn't have any life-saving arts.

But, now the other party had directly slapped her in the face, the Xue Mei was beaten to the point of spitting out blood, the Xue Mei had followed her for so long, and had encountered so many huge situations, such that even with thousands of soldiers, they did not see how the Xue Mei was injured, and now that she was spitting blood, it was not just a mouthful, but a mouthful of blood. This was killing the Xue Mei, ah!

If he lost his life, what was there to be afraid of? She still understood the small principle of not having any hair on one's head.

As long as Student Big Mu showed up, what difference did it make if he could take on a Devil Battle King of the ninth step head on?

A hundred thousand years of cultivation. Not to mention that the tree trunk was mainly used for growth and defense, and it also specialized in space magic. No matter how capable Di Qing Ya was, she couldn't completely defeat the tree trunk's defensive techniques.

Yuan Feiyu stood there and said: "Let's begin."

Di Qingya and the innocent spectators didn't know if Yuan Feiyu was really not afraid of death or not. To think that the other party would make a move against him!

Di Qingya felt that this was a conspiracy. The oppressiveness of the palace battle was eerie.

Did Yuan Feiyu want to die so that he can live again? Even if I did make a move, would I really dare to kill Yuan Feiyu? It was already too much for him to fight until he vomited blood.

One had to know that she was a Devil Battle King of the ninth step. With her status, pride, and dignity, she had actually dared to hit a woman who stood still and did not retaliate.

However, the bet had been set, and she had no way out. No matter what, she would not give up on the Spring Plain, which was her lifeblood.

However, suppressing the Spring Plain up there was entirely her own opinion. The other party had said at that time, if you bet the ones that you can afford to lose, it would mean that she knew that this was the end of the matter and that she was stuck in a dilemma.

Although it was the extremely weak Yuan Feiyu, who had fought against the heavens and the earth, at this moment, he was sure to win.

Di Qingya felt like she had a mouthful of water stuffed into her stomach, almost suffocating her to death.

The one that stabbed her mother! On the other hand, he had made a mistake and had fallen for a fox wearing a rabbit skin.

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