However, before the tip of the sword was filled with flesh, it was already clamped by two slender fingers, and it was impossible to make any progress.

Li Weiran smiled and said with a little sarcastic look, "You are all not my opponents? Where is Di Mingjue? His precious son is about to die. Don't he plan to take a look?"

"What curse did you put on Xiaobao?" Luoyu said anxiously, "You are so perverted. Why are my sixth senior sister and Xiaobao sorry for you? Do you want to be so ignorant and plot to frame them again and again?"

Li Wei's blue eyes dyed with ice-colored blue, dark as dark as the underworld, and bottomless: "They didn't feel sorry for me, but who made them the person Di Mingjue cares the most? I can't kill Di Mingjue, so I can only let him lose everything and feel in pain."

As soon as he finished speaking, Li Weiran's fingers suddenly moved.

The Seven-Secret Sword made a buzzing sound and vibrated violently.

After being blessed by [Cloud Marrow Bone], this sword will hardly break.

But the natal sword was violently shaken, and Mu Yan still felt that the sea of ​​consciousness was twisted in an instant, and the storm was stormy, and her face was pale in an instant.

The next moment, a cold hand without any temperature strangled his throat.

Li Weiran smiled slightly, shy and gentle: "It seems that killing Di Mingjue's son is not enough to make him suffer, so I even killed them together. Without his fiancée and his precious son, I want to see if Di Mingjue can live like a normal person in the future."

Bang--!

Just as his cold five fingers were about to tighten and squeeze Mu Yan's throat.

Li Weiran suddenly flew backwards.

Mu Yan was hugged in a familiar embrace.

The crackling sound of lightning filled the room inside and outside.

Li Weiran, who fell to the ground, had a big hole in his abdomen, and blood was pouring out, and black and purple lightning kept jumping at his wound, burning every inch of his flesh and blood.

Even with Li Weiran's perseverance, his body twitched violently due to pain.

After struggling for a long time, I fell down and felt in a mess.

But there was no pain or fear on his face, but instead showed an excited smile.

"Di Mingjue, are you finally willing to show up?"

The person who came was Di Mingjue.

He arrived to save Mu Yan at the critical moment, and felt a palpitations and fear.

But just after I felt at ease, when I saw the dying Xiaobao, my heart suddenly sank to the Ice Valley.

Mr. Chang hurried to Xiaobao, but the more he explored, the more he frowned.

This...what the hell is going on?

Have you been hit by the [curse]?

But there was obviously no curse left on the little master.

It's not poisoning or injury.

How could the little master become like this?

Suddenly, he thought of a possibility.

"The body of the fairy collapses!"

Old Chang screamed, stared at Li Weiran fiercely, gritted his teeth and said, "What method did you use to make the little master's fairy body collapse?"

The smile on Li Weiran's face became brighter and brighter.

"The body of the immortal spirit is a lucky person who even God must be jealous of. The so-called heaven is jealous of talents, so it should be like this. Therefore, there are gains and losses. The stronger the talent, the more fatal the defects it has."

"I wonder how I used to make the fairy body collapse?"

Li Weiran staggered up from the ground and said slowly: "Hehe, it's a pity that I don't want to tell you."

Di Mingjue gritted his teeth and said, "What do you want? Jiyu? If you want it so much, I will give it to you! As long as you can let Xiaobao go."
Chapter completed!