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1069. Why 4

In order to make himself breathe fresh air, Yuwen Luoshuang twisted hard in the Demon Emperor's arms. Before she could break free, the Demon Emperor had already used magic to fix her whole body. At the same time, his hand on her neck also relaxed slightly.

"Let her go!"

"Does the emperor feel distressed?"

"Let her go!"

"What if I say I don't want to?"

The Demon Emperor said lightly, and then he tore the sleeve on Yuwen Luoshuang's left arm with force. With a hissing, the black scorpion on Yuwen Luoshuang's arm was exposed to the air.

For some reason, the black scorpion, which had been smaller, suddenly became bigger and grew on her arms in a larger shape. The black scorpion made Yuwen Luoshuang's arms look much weirder. Yuwen Luoshuang discussed it a little in her heart, but she could not say anything from her mouth.

Feng Xinglang looked at the Demon King dissatisfiedly, perhaps because of his anger, all the colorful lights on his body were stimulated. Suddenly, the entire world became brighter, and the resentful spirits who appeared on the Eastern Continent hid in the encounters these lights. Those who walked a little slowly were already wiped out under the light.

Looking at what was happening under her feet, the Demon Emperor frowned slightly, and then pinched his palm on Yuwen Luoshuang's neck. When the Demon Emperor touched Yuwen Luoshuang's body, the black scorpion on her arm quickly began to grow. Even though the Demon Emperor instilled magic tricks exclusive to the Demon Realm in her body, her body was filled with the breath of the Demon Realm.

As if he felt what the Demon Emperor was doing at this time, Feng Xinglang rushed forward quickly and stabbed the black-haired soft sword in his hand at the demon emperor's neck before the Demon Emperor had reacted.

The Demon Emperor's conditional launch choice avoided the sword in Feng Xinglang's hand, which made the hand that pinched Yuwen Luoshuang's neck relax a little. Feng Xinglang took advantage of this opportunity to turn Yuwen Luoshuang, who was originally in the Demon Emperor's arm, into his arms. Before the Demon Emperor could react, Feng Xinglang had already retreated the technique of blocking Yuwen Luoshuang.

Yuwen Luoshuang, who was regaining her freedom, immediately covered her neck and leaned against Feng Xinglang's shoulder and coughed suddenly. Before she could rest, she was already picked up by Feng Xinglang. During the rapid rotation, she saw the Demon King's solemn expression, and the sword light and sword shadows flashing in the air.

From afar, she seemed to see the disciple of Fengshang Sect, located outside the Eastern Continent.

Finally, when Yuwen Luoshuang stood beside the wind and waves, the sparks burst out between them immediately scattered. She still touched her neck with lingering fear. The moment the Demon King pinched her neck, she really thought she would die.

At this time, the Demon Emperor looked at them angrily, and the power gathered on him gradually increased. Everyone's magic on the Eastern Continent will be to retire and the Demon Emperor.
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