Emperor will kill

Chapter 50 When I ran away, I was perceived by him
Chen Xiangxi hastily stretched out a finger in front of its mouth, signaling it to stop talking.

"Hush! What are these words?"

Bai Hu looked at her, his eyes were red, and even his voice was trembling.

"Cangling is incompetent, unable to save the master from the flames, please, please forgive the master"

As he said that, another mouthful of black blood froth spewed out from the corner of his mouth.

Chen Xiangxi became anxious, and his voice couldn't help but raised a bit.

"Okay, stop talking! If you say something again, I'll be really angry!"

As she spoke, she was afraid of attracting others, so she hurriedly looked around.

After confirming that no one was attracted by her, she breathed a sigh of relief.

Chen Xiangxi raised his eyes, and swept the wound on Cang Ling's body back and forth several times, only thinking that the wound on her body was a little strange.

It looked like a whip was whipped, one by one, the skin was ripped apart, but the problem was that these whip marks looked like a pattern.

And this pattern looks familiar to her.

Chen Xiangxi frowned, suddenly his pupils shrank, and the surprise in his eyes suddenly increased—it turned out to be a sacrifice!

She knew the spell—the art of sacrifice!
Using blood as a guide, the body as a thing, and using the technique of sacrifice, one can transform a monster that is opposed to one's own faction, surpassing the ranks of beasts and gods, and leaping into a fierce god.

In other words, if she really didn't come to save her today, wouldn't she be sacrificed directly as a sacrifice in a short time, so that the black flood dragon can transform into a dragon, right? !

A thunder exploded in his mind, Chen Xiangxi bit his lower lip tightly, looked at the seriously injured Baihu in front of him, thought of him having fun with her in that room, couldn't help clenching his fists, and his lip was bitten with blood.

While having fun with her in a fake way, while thinking about this idea to her white tiger!

He clearly knew it!

Besides Fanyi, her favorite is this white tiger!

Feng Shibu, how dare you? !
Thanks to her trusting him so much, she was sure that he wouldn't dare to do anything to what she cared most about!
What a kindness to feed the dog!

There was blood red in front of his eyes, Chen Xiangxi only felt that there was a sea of ​​blood in front of him, and he wished he could rush out and tear him apart.

Bloody thoughts spewed out of his mind, all of which were thoughts of killing him quickly.

After all, he was a battle-tested veteran, and his mentality was unmatched by ordinary people. Chen Xiangxi knew what he wanted to do first, but after a short pause, his heart became clear again.

Raising his hand to attach to its wound, a light yellow halo appeared in his palm, and the wound on Cang Ling's body recovered at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Cang Ling moved his body, trying to avoid her.

".Owner"

Chen Xiangxi was also seriously injured at this time, and he devoted part of his energy to heal it, no matter what, it felt sorry.

Unexpectedly, Chen Xiangxi's hand chased after her again, pressing down on her wound indiscriminately.

"Stop talking, I'll heal your wounds."

While she was talking, she stroked it with the other hand, combed its fur one by one, and calmed its emotions.

Cang Ling's body couldn't help but relax under her comfort, collapsed on the ground, leaned towards her direction, and rubbed her head against her hand from time to time.

One person and one tiger depend on each other like this, just like they have been relying on each other for warmth in the hinterland of the desert for the past three years.

After a while.

Cang Ling finally regained some strength, managed to stand up and looked at her.

"Master. After I'm done, you go first."

The moment he heard the words "you go first", Feng Shizun's bloody eyes turned cold.

Bursts of killing intent emerged, flying around him like cold blades.

Feng Shizun looked up at the white tiger, his eyes were sinister, like a sharp knife.

While watching, an extra figure appeared behind him quietly.

White hair, red pupils, black robes.

It stood behind Feng Shi Zan, staring at the two people in the cell with a pair of blood eyes, and suggested in a low voice.

"Your Majesty, this tiger is a white tiger, one of the four spirits. If she is allowed to go back like this, the four spirits will gather and the golden dragon will appear. At that time, it may be Yong Yao who should be in the bag." Things, like this, became a sword hanging over the head."

"If you don't take the opportunity to cut the grass and root out, Ming Ye can also become a dragon in one fell swoop."

(End of this chapter)