Magic card: create a god-level card at the beginning

The strength shown by Han Lin made him despair and fear.

Now that the big demon has been killed by him, it won't be long before he will find that Xing Mengyao has disappeared, and then he will definitely look for him frantically.

Qing Xuyu suddenly felt that there was a mountain pressing on his heart, making them breathless.

"Damn it, little bastard!"

"Little beast?" Xing Mengyao said coldly, "You can say that about Han Lin?"

"I'm afraid that when Han Lin stood in front of you, you couldn't even speak well, and you didn't even dare to look him in the eye."

These words seemed to hurt Qing Xuyue's sore spot, he grabbed Xing Mengyao's white and tender neck with one hand, lifted her up, and said coldly.

"Don't mention that bastard in front of me!"

"Ahem...you're scared..." Xing Mengyao looked straight at Qing Xu without any fear.

"Xing Mengyao, you are courting death!" Qing Xuyu's hands became stronger and stronger.

The pinched Xing Mengyao's face was flushed, and she couldn't breathe at all.

Just when she thought she was going to die.

Suddenly a huge force came.

'Bump!' sounded.

Qing Xuyu threw her directly on the stone. Due to the excessive force, the green silk dress on Xing Mengyao was broken, and her snow-white skin was exposed to the air.

Chapter 574: Xing Mengyao was fed medicine, desperate situation

"Cough...cough"

Xing Mengyao's cultivation has long been blocked by Qing Wuyan, and now her cultivation is no different from that of a mortal woman.

Looking at Qing Xuyu with red eyes, Xing Mengyao couldn't help feeling a little flustered.

"You... what do you want to do..."

Xing Mengyao clutched her broken dress, and kept walking backwards.

"What are you doing?" Qing Xuyu's mouth showed a wicked smile.

He reached out and tore up the shirt, and walked towards Qin Mengyao step by step, his complexion gradually changed.

"Of course it's to do some happy things with you."

Speaking of this, no matter how stupid Xing Mengyao is, she still knows what he means.

"You are shameless!"

Xing Mengyao kept retreating, but found a huge ice-cold rock blocking her retreat.

The back road is blocked, the cultivation base is lost, and there is no power to resist.

Qing Xuyu walked towards Xing Mengyao step by step, seeing her flustered like a little rabbit, she felt extremely proud.

The once unattainable goddess is now at his mercy, this feeling is simply not too pleasant.

"I'm not shameless. I have deep affection for you. Don't worry, Mengyao. After I follow, I won't let you suffer any grievances."

Listening to his shameless words, Xing Mengyao knew that today was doomed.

So directly from his arms, he took out a short knife and pointed it at his neck, and said coldly.

"You succeeded in resting. I was born as Han Lin's man and died as Han Lin's ghost. Even if I die, I won't allow you to stain my body!"

As she spoke, she stabbed the dagger into her neck without hesitation.

It's okay not to mention Han Lin, but when Han Lin is mentioned, Qing Xuyu's complexion becomes extremely gloomy in an instant.

The strength of the gold level exploded in an instant, and appeared in front of Xing Mengyao in an instant.

He directly took away her dagger and kicked her in the abdomen.

coax!

Xing Mengyao hit the boulder directly, spitting out a mouthful of blood, and her complexion changed drastically due to the intense pain.

brush!

Qing Xuyu threw away the dagger, came to Xing Mengyao in an instant, pinched her neck with one hand, pressed her against the boulder, and said darkly.

"I said don't mention the word Han Lin in front of me again!"

The severe pain in her abdomen made her almost speechless, but she resisted the pain, looked directly at Qing Xu, and said.

"If you can't beat Han Lin, you can only vent your anger on a woman."

"Qing Xuyu, you trash!"

"Smelly bitch, you are courting death!"

Qing Xuyu directly slapped her across the face, and slapped her hard on the face, with a loud, crisp sound.

What Xing Mengyao said just now directly broke his defenses, and every word was heartbreaking.

At this moment, he was so angry that he was out of breath, trembling uncontrollably all over his body, his eyes were full of murderous intent.

Qing Xuyu slowly drew out the sharp sword and pressed it against Xing Mengyao's neck.

Cold and tenacious, with a little force, a lot of blood flowed out from Xing Mengyao's neck.

But he didn't have any intention of panic, instead he slowly closed his eyes and greeted death calmly.

Deliberately angering Qing Xuyu is to make him angry, lose his mind and kill himself.

A crystal tear dripped down the corner of his eye.

"Han Lin, Mengyao is going ahead. If there is a chance, we will meet in the next life."

When the long sword was about to pierce the neck.

The sword stopped suddenly.

Qing Xuyu's expression was no longer so angry, she put her mouth next to Xing Mengyao's ear, and sneered.

"I really think I can't see it, are you deliberately provoking me to think?"