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A black figure flashed by, and he slowly turned around. A charming light flashed in his elegant eyes as beautiful as fog. His handsome lips were tense, his fair skin as white as porcelain was pale, his facial features were distinct, his edges were flamboyant, and his thick eyebrows could no longer see his usual elegance, but only his arrogance and domineeringness were left.
Feitai hurriedly flashed over the force he waved. Because it was okay to touch it, he staggered a little, but his head was tied up and looked dispersed. At this moment, he looked like a madman.
A bloodthirsty murderous aura appeared in the man's eyes, "You dare to hurt Xiao Wang's woman, you are simply impatient to live." After that, he waved his big hand hard, bringing out several invisible black auras, which made him beat him without any power to resist.
Facing the awakened little Hell, Feitai still has self-knowledge.
Seeing that the situation was not good, he immediately looked for an opportunity to escape. He was able to live for so long, which was more intelligent than Wu Fang and Hei Man, and knew that he would not get any benefits when he fought head-on.
But the little king of Hell was furious. How could he tolerate him running away like this? He would not let go of his skin and throw the oil pan of the Eighteen Hells down, which would make it difficult to relieve the hatred in his heart.
He was a little shocked and exclaimed, "Run quickly, the little Hell has woken up. If we don't run, we will all die here today."
Facing the real little Hell, how could they not be afraid? After this man and the demon die, they will be managed by the underworld and control the life and death of all things in the world. Who dares to offend them?
The little king of Hell had only Feitai who hurt Lu Hanxiao in his eyes. He had a burning flame in his eyes. He spread it casually and suddenly a folding fan appeared. The fan-shaped fan bone was cast from jade, and the fan bone was very cold.
Fang Yiluo recognized that it was the jade muscle fan she didn't want back then, but she didn't expect it to become his weapon later.
He threw a fierce blow, which was actually thunder and lightning. The strong wind caused by it swept across the smooth stone road and exploded powder. His moves were fierce and he killed his life. He wished he could kill Feitai.
Taking advantage of the fact that the little Hell's anger was hard to calm down, some demons who wanted to survive ran away, and those who were not ordinary people were left behind, and they wanted to take this opportunity to fight again.
At this time, Le Youyou and H h h h h h h h h h h h followed behind him. Hei and Bai Wuchang were the two of them. Seeing the tall figure, wearing the black he had always loved, and their eyes swept away anger. They felt a stern in their hearts, and they hurried forward and called respectfully, "Little King of Hell."
Feitai missed his pain, but he didn't expect that he would be defeated before he could fight back. Sure enough, the woman said that he should not compete with the little Hell in person, he is no match for him.
Fang Yiluo felt the waves of summoning, clenched his hands tightly into fists, bit his lower lip hard, and did not dare to open his mouth to recite the sound of god again. The blood in her chest rolled, and she sprayed out another mouthful of blood. Seeing this, the fifth Jue didn't care about Feitai, who had escaped, quickly flew up and helped Fang Yiluo up, cursing, "Stupid woman!"
Fang Yiluo tightened his cold hands with force, and his nails tightly clasped into his skin. The fifth jury didn't seem to feel the pain, "Lu Hanxiao, are you okay?"
This name has not been heard for many years. She slightly touched the corners of her mouth and a light curve. With the blood on the corners of her mouth, she was so beautiful that she was so thrilling, "Yan Jue, do you finally remember me?"
"No, if you can't have a caesarean section, both the adults and the child will be in danger. Now that the adults' blood pressure is reduced, Director Song quickly came up with a plan!"
Fang Yiluo tightened his arm tightly, "Sister!"
Yan Jue looked at Hei and Bai Wuchang at a glance. He was too lazy to show a good attitude towards these two idiots and asked coldly, "Where is the spirit?"
Lao Hei wiped his sweat, "The essence, the essence was stolen."
"You two are not enough to succeed."
The little Hell King became popular, and Xiaobai immediately thought of a remedy, "Let's go back to the underworld to find one."
Facing the uncertain little Hell, the fear of being away for a long time has come back.
The corners of the little hell's lips curled up, "Do you think anyone can be Xiao Wang's nephew?"
Le Youyou noticed something wrong with Wei Xuanxi, "Xuanxi, what's wrong with you?"
Wei Xuanxi smiled weakly, shook his head at his friend, and then looked at the little king of hell, "Please, save Niannian!"
The little king of Hell raised his eyebrows and curled the corners of his mouth slightly. He was clearly smiling, but it didn't feel a trace of warmth.
Although Le Youyou didn't understand why Xiao Jue became the Little King of Hell, she knew that the only person here who could save Wei Xuanxi was him. "Xiao Jue, save Xuan Xi. If he was really lost, your sister and I would be sad."
The little hell's eyes remained the same as Wei Xuanxi, "Wei Xuanxi, I'm thinking of giving you a good fortune for the sake of saving Xiao Wang's woman." After that, he didn't give the other party a chance to refuse. Even if it was a chance to consider, his big hand brushed over Wei Xuanxi's head and removed all his memories of his life from his mind until it was so clean that nothing was left. It was more effective than drinking Mengpo soup. A fire suddenly burst out from the palm of his hand, directly cultivating his soul into spirit, and then injected it into the belly of the fifth thought.
Le Youyou was stunned, "Xiao Jue, you..."
The fifth saber, no, should be called Yan Jue now. His whole body was filled with an unparalleled chill, and a bloodthirsty smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, "Don't you want him to live? This is the only way he can survive."
Wu Shanshan also came back to her senses from the shock. Although she felt that Xiao Jue's identity was not simple, she never thought that he was the king who was in charge of the future in the underworld.
The most urgent task is to call the fifth thought and the child must be born immediately.
Song Molan was slightly stunned and no longer cared about anything else. Even if this was the most challenging or even the most feared time she had since delivered her child, they had some ways to make pregnant women wake up from fainting.
The next second, the fifth thought woke up from the pain. She tried hard again, but felt that she had given birth to a child easily this time.
A doctor shouted in surprise, "I've been born, I've been born, I'm a boy."
The fifth thought fainted again and no longer cared about other subsequent problems.
Yan Jue finally realized something was wrong with Fang Yiluo. She looked pale and her body was always leaning on her shoulders. Now her mind was unstable and she was in a tendency to be out of possession. The most important thing is that she was exhausted because she used too much spiritual power.
She pushed Yan Jue away, rushed to the voice of God, closed the lid with force, and the notes embedded in the air disappeared instantly, and then there was no one left.
She gasped in a mess, then covered her stomach, looked at Song Molan, and said nervously, "Auntie, my stomach hurts."
Song Molan knew her intention and immediately understood and said quickly, "You guys quickly carry Niannian to the room to rest and find someone to take care of the child. As for the others who can stay outside, please stay there first, don't have any problems then."
Yan Jue always felt that this matter was a little weird, "Smile, you..."
Fang Yiluo pushed him, "You go out first and let the aunt show me. Maybe it will be fine in a while."
Yan Jue was driven out unwillingly, so don't worry, Bai Zhaozhao accompanied Di Jue to wait outside the door, and the others were temporarily busy with the fifth thought.
When only Fang Yiluo and a few doctors were left in the room, she couldn't help but spit out another mouthful of blood, and her whole body was exhausted until her face turned pale.
Song Molan asked the others to come and check it out to see the child's condition, "Child, do you still have to do this?"
Only after turning off the sound of the gods did she improve, but she could vaguely hear the summoning technique exclusively of the Lu divine vein coming from a very distant place. For her, she could no longer resist, and the children in her belly could not be known to them.
"Auntie, I have no time."
"If you just have fetal aura, you can't have any conditions. Although you don't live, you are still dangerous." Some doctors are definitely giving you conscientious advice.
Fang Yiluo also knew this truth, but the children in her belly were the hope of the fifth family for thousands of years, and the Lushen Mountains are definitely a place where people eat and don’t vomit bones.
Her little hand gathered all the spiritual power in her body, and all concentrated it on her belly. She grabbed Song Molan's hand, "Auntie, you want to help me, use your method to help me have a baby, I can only make sure she has nothing to do for the time being."
The haze that had just dissipated had gathered again at this time. The group of demons and monsters wandered reluctantly around the courtyard. With Yan Jue's protection, none of them dared to be in front of the tower, and could only howl impatiently.
Yan Jue was upset and threw out the folding fan, killing a group of the most cheerful monsters, scaring the other monsters backwards.
Chapter completed!