Huoye, Madam Went To the Sky Bridge Again To Set Up a Stall

   Huo Yunqiao, who concealed the indifference in his bones with extreme tenderness, realized that things were going out of control when he saw the inquiry and anxiety in Qin Ruan's eyes.

  Her Ruan Ruan never looked at him with such confused, suspicious or even panicked eyes.

   They have been together for so long, even if they have unspeakable secrets, they always trust each other, and they never doubt each other.

   Huo Yunjiao's eyes sank, and he raised his foot and walked quickly towards Qin Ruan.

   He has always been calm and composed, and his steps have lost the calm and graceful steps they used to have, and his steps have become obviously flustered.

   "Ruan Ruan—"

  Huo Yunjiao stood in front of Qin Ruan, his gentle voice sounded.

   Qin Ruan's complicated fox eyes stared at the man in front of him, his red lips pursed slightly loose, just as he was about to speak, Huo Yunqiao took him into his arms.

   "Girl, don't you believe me?"

   A question in a soft tone made Qin Ruan swallow the words that came to his mouth.

   is not unbelief, but an inevitable doubt in his heart.

   doubts whether the man who hugs her at this time is real, doubts his identity, doubts whether the encounter between the two is destined or a calculation manipulated by others.

   There are too many unexplainable things happened between them.

  Why did the Wu clan know that Huo Yunqiu's blood would hurt her?

   Qin Ruan endured and endured, and finally couldn't hold back, and asked.

   "Third Master, when I gave birth to Ayao and An Qi last year, did you know that I was successfully attacked by the yellow tree demon because of your blood?"

   "I don't know."

  Huo Yunqiao answered without any hesitation, and his tone was very firm.

   Qin Ruan's lips curved into a slight arc, which was fleeting.

   She raised her eyes and looked at the fair-skinned and cold face in front of her, and said softly, "I believe you."

   As long as the person says, she believes the other person.

Huo Yunqiu caressed Qin Ruan's smiling face, his thin lips moved, and his voice was gentle: "I will never hurt you, there is indeed something wrong with my blood, very few people know about this, Wu Wu The clan will use this to hurt you, which is the last thing I want to see, and I only learned about it today."

   He didn't lie to Qin Ruan. Before he regained his memory, he really didn't know that his blood would hurt people, and he didn't know that the Wu clan would use his blood to hurt people.

   He is the Lord of the Nether Hell. Even though he is a human now, the blood in his body still possesses the divine power of Emperor Fengdu.

   His blood is indeed aggressive, but it needs to extract the divine power of the blood to release its powerful lethality.

  If he usually coughs up blood, the blood from an inadvertent injury can also hurt people, and the people around him have died for so many years.

   I just don't know what method the Wu clan used to refine his blood into a secret weapon to hurt people, let alone when they stole his blood.

   Qin Ruan lowered his eyes and said with a gentle expression: "Of course I believe in you."

   The elder of the Wu clan, who was seriously injured, saw that the two were in love with each other, and his face showed a murderous intent.

   Even if his arm is abolished, he is still an elder of the Wu clan, and his strength should not be underestimated.

   When Huo Yunqiao and Qin Ruan were unprepared, their bodies rose into the air, condensing a powerful dark magic power around them.

   "Master be careful!"

   "Be careful madam!"

   "Qin Ruan!"

   There were deafening shouts around, reminding Huo Jia Anwei, Wei Linchen and others.

   Huo Yunqiao and Qin Ruan were indifferent to this, they looked at each other affectionately, and only could see each other in their eyes.

   The warm atmosphere between them is too exclusive, and others can't blend in at all.

  Huo Yunjiao pulled the broken hair on Qin Ruan's face behind his ears with his well-knotted hands, and asked with a smile, "Do you want Ruan Ruan to see how powerful my blood is?"

  Qin Ruan tilted his head, with a smile on his face: "Okay."

   Huo Yunqiao smiled, and his index finger hooked the bridge of her small and beautiful nose.

   In the next second, the gentle smile on his face disappeared, pulling Qin Ruan behind him, and raising his eyes to look at the elder of the Wu clan floating in the void, ready to condense the magic power and self-destruct.

   Huo Yunjiao's peach blossom eyes looked calm as if he were looking at something dead, and the hand that had touched Qin Ruan's face, hair, and small nose before slowly raised.

   It was a slender and powerful hand with well-defined joints.

   Press the thumb on the middle finger, push it upwards with the strength, and a drop of gorgeous blood will emerge from the pulp of the middle finger.

   The color of the blood beads was extremely bright. Qin Ruan stood behind him and saw this scene, feeling a little uncomfortable in his heart.

   She wanted to take back what she said before, and didn't want to see how powerful the third master's blood was.

   She didn't want to see this man hurt, not even a drop of blood.

   The elders of the Wu clan saw Huo Yunjiao's attack with a worried expression, and tried their best to condense the magic power to the dantian to explode.

   Just when he concentrated all his strength, the drop of enchanting blood on Huo Yunqiao's finger flicked lightly and rushed towards his body.

   The pupils of the Wu clan elder's eyes shrank sharply.

   He was just one last fight away from his self-destruction. Not all his power had reached his dantian, but the blood beads were getting closer and closer.

   He gritted his teeth, and without waiting for all the magic power to condense, he blew himself up.

   A loud bang!

  The elder of the Wu clan finally blew himself up, and the blood mist fell like rain, falling on the carpet in the corridor of the Royal Court Hotel.

Fortunately, he did not hurt anyone. At the moment when he blew himself up, Huo Yunjiao's blood beads had passed through his body and dismembered his body. Falling from the void to the ground together.

  After the blood mist dissipated, the scene that caught everyone's eyes made everyone's faces change greatly.

  The dozens of members of the Wu tribe who were standing in the corridor before, including the puppets they controlled, were all lying on the ground.

   They were bleeding from their seven orifices, their faces were ashen, and their bodies were filled with a strong aura of death.

   These people, without exception, all stopped breathing.

   Qin Ruan held her breath subconsciously when she saw this scene.

   She stepped forward and looked at the fallen man with disbelief on her face. After a long pause, she looked sideways at the man standing beside him, his expression as calm and unmoved as usual.

   "They all died because of your blood?"

  If it is true, then this is too scary.

  Huo Yunjiao lowered his eyes, stared at Qin Ruan tenderly, took her hand and kneaded gently, and said in a slow voice, "Damn them."

   The plain statement tone makes people feel chills.

   Qin Ruan looked helpless, and said in a coquettish tone: "Since it's damned, why did you let the witch saint go away?"

   When she didn't see it, Huo Yunqiao wanted to let Ji Shuzhen leave.

  Huo Yunjiao met Qin Ruan's clear and somewhat teasing eyes, hooked his thin lips, and said without denying: "The Holy Maiden can't die yet, but it's not a pity for the rest of the witch tribe to die."

   Qin Ruan did not delve into this issue, the rich smell of blood around her poured into her nose, she frowned slightly, and she looked disgusted.

   At this moment, she actually had some morning sickness reaction.