Facing Black's lightning-fast strike, Night God raised the corner of his mouth slightly, as if he had expected this move.
He didn't even panic, he just instinctively let go of Meng Xue'er, leaned back, his blood robe fluttered, and his whole body backed away as lightly as a Blood Color petal.
The Black Dagger scratched the tip of his nose, and the cold blade picked up a red hair and fell down.
Meng Xue'er The moment he was released, his whole body fell like a kite with its string broken, the wind roared in his ears, and his heart almost jumped out of his throat.
It's over.
Dead.
This time it's definitely dead!
She closed her eyes subconsciously, waiting for the severe pain to hit, waiting for her consciousness to dissipate, and waiting to say goodbye to this fucked up world.
A revolving door has even begun to circulate in my mind... the scene of Human World being treated as Heavenly Prodigy, the scene of being so nervous that my palms sweated when lurking in the Demonic Possession clan, the scene of being so angry that Birdcage was imprisoned by Black...
And that damn, infuriatingly handsome face.
However...
The pain did not come.
The falling feeling also stopped.
Meng Xue'er only felt herself falling into a strong embrace with a familiar aura. A hand firmly wrapped around her waist and held her whole body.
She slowly opened her eyes.
The black robe made a sound, and that familiar yet unexpected face was so close to her...
Black.
"Black?!"
Meng Xue'er opened his eyes suddenly, his pupils were shaking, he couldn't believe it.
Didn't this guy just say, "She's just my Little Maid, you're not so naive as to think I'll save her, are you?"
She clearly remembered that cold-blooded and uncaring look!
Why now...
How could she be saved?
Black stood where Night God originally stood, holding the black Short Blade in his right hand, flipping it flexibly on his fingertips, and holding Meng Xue'er's waist with his left hand, with a graceful posture like a white horse falling from the sky... Oh no, the dark horse Prince.
Hearing Meng Xue'er's words, Black lowered his head slightly, curled up the corners of his mouth, and that handsome face magnified in front of Meng Xue'er's eyes.
"What's that expression on your face? You are my Little Maid. Even if you die, you will die in my hands."
He paused, with a naturally domineering tone in his tone.
"Are others worthy of killing you?"
Meng Xue'er:...
The emotion that surged up at that moment suddenly disappeared completely.
She shouldn't have any expectations from this product.
In this great time, do we have to talk about death and killing?
And...
Did she have to be killed?
Black Why should Great Demon kill her?!
"You, can't you say something nice?"
Meng Xue'er stared at him angrily, with a hint of grievance in her voice that she was not even aware of.
"Can't you just say that you came here specifically to save me? If you insist on saying, 'I will die in my hands', what kind of straight man statement is this!!"
"No way, no way..."
Black raised his eyebrows with an exaggerated look of surprise.
"You don't think I'm risking my life just to save you, a human undercover agent, do you?"
Meng Xue'er opened his eyes suddenly.
"You... you know I'm human?"
As soon as the words came out of her mouth, her mind exploded with a bang, and countless thoughts flashed across the screen like a barrage.
Wait wait, when did he know?
Is it possible that he knew from the beginning that she was an undercover agent placed by humans on Demon Race?
Yes!
That time at Blood Demon Domain, other Demon Race wanted to explore her Bloodline, but it was Black who stopped her!
Did he know it then?
But why?
Why do you keep her here even though you know she is human?
Why not expose her?
Why cover her?
"When did you know I was human?!"
Meng Xue'er's voice was so urgent that even he couldn't control it.
Black The curvature of the corners of the mouth is wider, and the black pupils are shining narrowly.
"What do you think?"
Meng Xue'er:...
It's already now and you're still guessing?!
Guess your size!!!
She wished she could bite this handsome man in the face and kill him.
At this moment, an unhurried voice came from the distance.
"I said... I'm sorry to interrupt your flirting, but shouldn't you also pay attention to the occasion?"
Meng Xue'er looked up suddenly.
Night God was suspended in mid-air, holding Demon Race Progenitor bundled into rice dumplings in one hand. The pair of Scarlet eyes were staring at the two of them with a half-smile, with a coquettish expression on their face that they were not too worried about the fun.
Demon Race Progenitor was carried in Night God's hands, and his walnut-swollen eyes were wide open. He looked at Black and then at Meng Xue'er, with funny surprise written on his face like "What is going on?"
Two pairs of eyes stared straight at her.
At that moment, Meng Xue'er actually felt...
A little ashamed.
It felt like I was back in my student days, secretly falling in love and being caught red-handed by the dean.
Wait, she has nothing to do with Black!
Why do you feel ashamed?
Wait a minute, what is the occasion now?
This is the battlefield of Life and Death war!
Meng Xue'er What idol drama are you playing in your mind?!
Night God didn't pay attention to Meng Xue'er's unpredictable face, and just stared at Black with a half-smile.
"Looking at you, you don't seem to care that much about this Little Maid." Ye Ye
There was a hint of playfulness in God's voice.
"I didn't expect you to be such a passionate little bug."
Black also smiled, his smile was so bright that it made people feel good just looking at it.
"It's better to be passionate than ruthless."
Black spread his hands and spoke casually.
"You are so envious. Could it be that you have been sealed for so many years and have never been in love or liked by a girl? No, no, you are still an old virgin who has been hundreds of thousands of years old, right?"
Night God The smile on his face disappeared.
Disappeared completely.
What replaced it was an extremely cold silence.
Those Scarlet eyes were staring at Black, a storm was brewing deep in the pupils, Blood Sea was surging.
"Are you provoking me?"
Black tilted his head and smiled brighter, showing his neat white teeth.
"You'll just laugh at things that don't happen, and you'll get angry only when you're told something right. You're acting like this now... are you angry out of embarrassment? Old virgin?"
Night God's face turned even uglier.
And Demon Race Progenitor, who was caught in Night God's hand, subconsciously raised his head at this moment and looked at Night God with an extremely strange look.
There were three parts curiosity, three parts surprise, three parts "no way" and one part "it doesn't seem impossible" in his eyes.
Is it possible...
Is it really true?
Night God felt the gaze of Demon Race Progenitor, and the fire in his heart suddenly became stronger.
Demon Race Progenitor met Night God's eyes, and alarm bells rang in his heart.
Buhao!
He suddenly wanted to look away...
However, it's too late.
Above Blood Sea, in the space, countless big Blood Color hands condensed out of thin air, densely packed, covering the sky and the sun, and slapped Demon Race Progenitor face to face.
"Bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang--"
With a series of dense muffled sounds, Demon Race Progenitor was beaten so hard that even his screams changed. He was swaying left and right and jumping up and down under the siege of Blood Color's big hands. However, his hands and feet were tied and he couldn't hide. He could only carry it forcefully. Every blow caused his skin to be torn and he vomited three liters of blood. He was as miserable as a pig that was slaughtered during the New Year.
Night God snorted in his heart.
I can't defeat the little bug on the other side in a quarrel, but I can't do anything to you, old man?
Do you think you are any better than me?