Divine doctor son Ben Hongzhuang

Chapter 387

Wu Chen made a tactic casually, and a protective shield appeared around his body.And this protective cover is obviously not just a function of protection.As soon as Mo Jiu's red light touched the protective shield, it immediately bounced back.

"I will help you."

Ling Xiaohan didn't know when he made the tactic, and when he turned his hands over, a large golden light burst out from his palms, and flew out facing the red light that bounced back.

The two groups of strong lights collided in mid-air, emitting a dazzling white light.When the white light dissipated, the postures of the three of them had changed.

The dust-free protective shield has disappeared, and there is a sword condensed with golden spiritual power in his hand, and this sword is against Ling Xiaohan.And Ling Xiaohan wrapped one arm around Mo Jiu's neck, and the other hand was a condensed dagger, which pressed against Mo Jiu's chest.

"Xiao Han? What do you mean?" Mo Jiu's voice was full of deep doubts.

Ling Xiaohan giggled a few times, and said: "Ajiu, I am reluctant to kill you, but who made you the emperor's man?"

The bottom of Wuchen's eyes was heavy, and there was a cold light in them.

"Heavenly Demon, try touching a single hair of hers?"

These two lines of dialogue also made Mo Jiu understand the current situation.The doubts in the voice disappeared, and there was firmness in the words.

"Heavenly Demon? It can be regarded as showing the tail of a fox. Wuchen, don't worry about me, kill as soon as you need to."

"Tsk tsk, Ajiu, how can we say that we are very happy together, why are you so ruthless? How much does it hurt to kill or not?" Ling Xiaohan said, looking up at Wuchen.

"If you don't take away the sword again, don't blame the deity and her. Even if you kill the deity, the deity will only hurt another soul, but his soul will be scattered. Besides, with your ability, you may not be able to kill the deity. It’s my deity. You have to think about it.”

Wuchen's eyes looked at the dagger in Ling Xiaohan's hand.That dagger was not a dagger condensed with ordinary gold spirit power, but a dagger condensed with soul power. If he was injured by it, Mo Jiu would be out of his wits.

Wuchen's eyes stayed on Mo Jiu's face for a moment, and he took the sword away.

The sword fell to the ground and shattered without leaving a single trace.

"Heavenly Demon, I did as you said. You let him go."

Ling Xiaohan looked at the sword that disappeared on the ground, giggled twice, and said: "Even if he works by Emperor Zun's side, he is just a child. I really don't know how Emperor Zun fell in love with you and asked you to help him do things. "

Ling Xiaohan took out a rope from his arms and threw it on the ground. "Use it to tie yourself up."

Wuchen glanced at the rope on the ground, then slowly squatted down and picked it up.

"Even if you can get the fairy rope, it seems that your rebirth time should not be short. I didn't expect the demon to be a turtle for so many years in order to survive."

These words obviously stepped on Ling Xiaohan's sore spot, a cold light flashed in his eyes, and the dagger in his hand pierced into the skin of Mo Jiu's neck.

Although the puncture was not deep, the pain was not comparable to that of ordinary wounds.It was a kind of pain that he had never experienced before. The kind of bone-scratching pain came from the wound, which made Mo Jiu break out in a cold sweat.

However, Mo Jiu gritted his teeth tightly and didn't cry out in pain.There was not even a slight muffled grunt.

When Wu Chen saw the dagger piercing his skin, his pupils shrank, and he couldn't help but want to strike.But he was stopped by Mo Jiu's eyes.After finally reaching this point, Mo Jiu didn't want to ruin everything he had prepared before because of an impulse.

(End of this chapter)