Going back through the book to the time of the morbid devil boy

Chapter 145
At the beginning, Mo Yiran kept dodging, but later found that Ye Qingwu's every move was a killer move, and her strength was not inferior at all.

He gave up several moves, but he was injured by her all of them.

How did she break through from the early stage of Jindan to the late stage of Nascent Soul in more than seven months, and he felt that she was not far from the state of becoming a god.

And she can leapfrog to fight!
His cultivation base was in the late stage of transforming gods, and he used all his strength, which was even on par with hers.

Mo Yiran felt that it was not feasible to go on like this.

He blocked her attack with Chengying Sword, pressed her closer, and said in a deep voice: "Qingwu, why are you so strong, did you learn some heresy from that half-demon?"

When Ye Qingwu heard the words, she sneered, and when he was unprepared, she kicked him hard, hitting the root of his life.

In an instant, Mo Yiran's face was as pale as white paper, and he couldn't even hold the Yingying Sword very firmly.

Ye Qingwu's eyes froze, at this moment!Countless black-hearted flowers sprouted from her body, tightly bound his body.

Ye Qingwu folded his hand forcefully, with a 'click' sound, the bone broke, the hand hangs down feebly, and the Chengying Sword also falls down.

She quickly grabbed the hilt of the sword, and then used his sword to drink his blood!It pierced hard into his chest on the right side, and the Chengying sword pierced through his chest immediately.

The reason why Ye Qingwu didn't stab him in the heart directly was not because he was thinking about his past affection, but because he couldn't die!
That mysterious voice just now warned her again!

Seeing Mo Yiran's hurt and painful expression, she looked indifferent, a wave of spiritual power was brewing in her hands, she looked at him and said: "You hurt my father, and you are hypocritical, you are so hypocritical!"

"However, Mo Yiran, even if you are not extremely hypocritical, I will not fall in love with you!"

"Your destiny partner is not me."

Mo Yiran's handsome face was overflowing with unspeakable emotion, he coughed up blood, looked down at her, and asked, "Did you never like me at all?"

Before Ye Qingwu could answer, Mo Yiran laughed, with coldness in his eyes, he said word by word: "Ye Qingwu, admit it, you liked me, and you will be mine eventually!"

Ye Qingwu heard the words, and said coldly: "What you should like is..."

Ye Qingwu did not say Mo Weiwei's name.

But Mo Yiran knew who she wanted to talk about, thinking of Mo Weiwei, the coldness and disgust in his eyes grew a bit more.

Ye Qingwu didn't want to talk nonsense with him anymore, a brown elixir suddenly appeared in her hand, she roughly pinched his mouth open, and stuffed the brown elixir hard.

If he didn't swallow it, Ye Qingwu violently beat him a few times.

Originally a handsome face, now it feels a little beyond recognition.

When Ye Qingwu turned around and was about to leave, Mo Yiran's voice came from behind: "Why don't you kill me?"

Ye Qingwu didn't pay attention to him.

He was not killed because he was the male protagonist. If the male protagonist died, wouldn't the world collapse?
"Qingwu, you still love me." Mo Yiran's joyful laughter came.

Suddenly, Ye Qingwu stopped her pace and lowered her eyes slightly.

She turned around and returned to the original position, Mo Yiran was still tightly restrained by Heixinhua, and Chengying Sword was still piercing his chest.

Seeing her come back, Mo Yiran was overjoyed, but the next second, he let out a heavy groan, and great pain swept over him!
Ye Qingwu held the hilt of Chengying Sword, raised her hands again, pulled out the sword, and stabbed down again.

"Shameless, I won't like you, because you are too old, I like him, he is the type I like, understand?"

Ye Qingwu pointed at the flirtatious young man while speaking.

Enduring the pain, Mo Yiran took a sharp look at Yan Chi, then turned to Ye Qingwu and asked, "Ahem...my age is not a cough...old, apart from my age, how can I not be as good as him?"

"You still dare to ask?" Ye Qingwu sneered, "Don't you have any self-knowledge? How can you compare to him?"

"He's just a dirty half-demon!" Mo Yi cursed angrily.

Ye Qingwu's face became even colder, and the chill in her eyes could hardly be restrained.

"It seems that you want to enjoy the feeling that life is worse than death in advance."

As soon as the words fell, his body became hot, and a few seconds later, his body became cold, and it was repeated repeatedly, which was extremely tormenting.

Moreover, his spiritual power was flowing backwards, feeling like his veins were being torn, and his skin was extremely itchy, as if tens of thousands of ants were gnawing at his skin. He wanted to stretch out his hand to scratch, but he was restrained.

His eyes were red and his face was extremely hideous!
Ye Qingwu took a few steps back, calmly looking at his expression that would make life worse than death.

This poison was refined by Master, and it was the first time she used it today, and she didn't expect the effect to be quite good.

In the original book, the male and female protagonists described are sadomasochists. According to the setting of Gouxue's ancient sadistic novel, Mo Yiran is probably using her to abuse Mo Weiwei...

She is just a tool person...

Ye Qingwu ignored him, turned around and threw herself into the barrier, because the barrier Yan Chi set up had no defense against her, and she could easily pass through it.

Yan Chi defeated all of them, lying on the ground half dead, except for Qian Juechen who was still struggling, feeling like he was determined to kill Yan Chi.

The two separated and were about to face off when Ye Qingwu suddenly appeared by Yan Chi's side.

"Let's go, Chi Chi." Ye Qingwu said.

Yan Chi nodded and said, "Okay."

Seeing that the two of them were about to leave together, Qian Juechen covered the injured area, frowned and shouted: "The fight is not over yet, where are you going?"

As soon as the words fell, a powerful palm came out of Yan Chi's hand and hit Qian Juechen.

Qian Juechen had no way to avoid it, so he withstood the attack abruptly. Blood overflowed from the corners of his amorous and romantic lips. He staggered several times before he stood still.

However, when he realized it, the two of them had disappeared.

Qian Juechen's breath was disordered, his brows were tightly frowned, and he couldn't help cursing a few words: "Damn it! Cough cough... How could they be run away by the two of them again..."

"Half-demon! Small eyes! Damn cough..."

Qian Juechen looked down at the people lying on the ground, and frowned in disgust. Although his steps were staggering, he was firm.

He wants to leave here, he doesn't want to stay with this group of boring people.

Qian Juechen saw Mo Yiran who was in agony in front of him, and the evil spirits on his body were gradually dissipating.

Come on, it's really beyond his expectation that this guy is so miserable for his little eyes.

In contrast, he felt that the little eyes were not so heartless to him.

He walked over, gleefully kicked him, and directly kicked Mo Yiran to the ground.

Then he walked into that passage in a rather good mood.

A quarter of an hour later, Mo Yiran's body, who was originally living rather than dying, suddenly turned into a black mist, drifting towards the passage.

(End of this chapter)