The prince is so rogue: the goddess doctor

Chapter 493 Go To Hell!

The red silk was pulled out, and the surrounding emerald green trees were all scorched.

There were streaks of gray smoke.

Obviously, the red silk has already been drawn in front of Bai Suwen, almost just a little bit, and she can be rolled up.

She... actually moved.

The speed is amazing, there are no words to describe it.

The red thread was drawn to the side of the tree, and with a coaxing sound, the tree started to burn, the flames soared into the sky, and it was extremely hot.

There was a cruel smile on the corner of Bai Suwen's mouth, and the beautiful Danfeng's eyes were also cold, without any warmth.

"Go to hell! Helan Yaocao!!"

She spit out these few words slowly, with a gloomy expression on her face, as if she was a Rakshasa from hell.

Flying and leaping up, the fiery red dagger was extraordinarily dazzling in the flames.

She was like an arrow that left the string, stabbing towards Yaocao.

Yaocao watched her stabbing towards her helplessly, feeling very anxious in her heart, and thought of running away quickly.

However, the feet seemed to have taken root on the ground, and they couldn't move.

What's more, Bai Suwen still has a kind of power that wants to attract him continuously.

The wound on the back was still bleeding, and there were bursts of stinging pain.

She... was desperate.

Are you going to die here today? ?
"Clang clang-"

It was the contact between weapons, Shang Xixie wore some black robes, and held the black Xuanming Sword in his hand, blocking Bai Suwen's stab.

He looked at Bai Suwen, with long white hair fluttering in the wind, a trace of astonishment flashed in his eyes.

His astonishment did not refer to this.

Instead, he tried his best to block it just now.

With a normal expression, Bai Suwen took a small step back.

As for himself, his qi and blood were secretly surging, his tiger's mouth was numb, and it seemed that he could hardly hold the Xuanming Sword.

"Oh, Shang Xixie——she obviously doesn't like you, aren't you insulting yourself like this??"

Seeing Shang Xixie's handsome and ruthless face, Bai Suwen's hard heart softened instantly, but it was extremely painful, extremely sour.

I love him so much, but he has never looked at him.

He Lanyaocao doesn't like him, but he acts like a fool and hangs around.

"This, you don't need to worry about it!"

Shang Xixie secretly adjusted his breath, suppressing the rising blood.

"it is good--"

A trace of determination flashed in Bai Suwen's tender eyes just now, which became cold and hard.

If so, let's go to hell together!
The wind blows, her white hair flutters, and the silver mask is also rendered a warm orange color by the flames.

However, her whole body is that kind of lifeless, lamentable feeling.

She is like a wind, or a ghost. Her speed is so fast that she can no longer be seen clearly with the naked eye.

Shang Xixie went forward with a sullen face. The black Xuanming Sword was as dark as the night, the thick sword energy, and the flames beside it were all made up and down.

"Thorn-"

The dagger drew a spark on the Xuanming Sword.

Shang Xixie's expression changed slightly, but his hands clenched the hilt of the sword tightly.

Bai Suwen's internal strength is really weird, not only will there be air flow guiding his sword to follow her dagger.

As soon as his sword touched her dagger, his mouth would be numb from the shock, and his blood would surge up.

Resisting the urge to vomit blood, he had a cold handsome face, he couldn't confront her head-on.

Yaocao knelt on the ground, her face turned pale, watching the duel between Bai Suwen and Shang Xixie.

(End of this chapter)