At this moment, Qin Fei's entire body was blocked by this strange spearhead. Seeing Yang Ruoxi turning into this lofty posture again, his heart was extremely bitter.

Maybe, she will really kill herself.

"sorry!"

Qin Fei was fixed on the wall, and blood was slowly dripping along his toes.

"What's the use of sorry? You humiliated me and I'm going to kill you!"

Yang Ruoxi shook his body and floated in front of Qin Fei. He opened his palm and condensed a powerful holy power, enough to destroy ordinary small cities.

However, when Shengli pressed against Qin Fei's eyebrows, he wanted to kill him in one fell swoop, he felt that he could not take action no matter what.

The scarlet and dazzling blood on the ground made her heart contract.

The murderous intent that had gathered also disappeared. After falling back to the ground, he walked into the room where she was resting without looking back.

Although he did not put Qin Fei down, he did not kill her.

In fact, she didn't know why, she couldn't do it herself.

Is it because this man did that to himself while he was in a coma?

Yang Ruoxi felt very confused. Her hands were inserted into her hair and squatting on the ground like a little girl in love, worried about gains and losses.

"Damn, you can't help me block it?"

At this moment, Qin Fei was cursing the Jiuli Holy Flag because it didn't feel good to be hung on the wall.

Moreover, this rusty spearhead contains a strange force that keeps the wound bleeding and has a strong burning sensation.

"Sorry, Master, this is the spear of fate stained with the blood of the Holy Son, which can break all defenses. Unless that woman takes the initiative to let you down."

Jiuli Holy Banner has long formed its own spiritual consciousness, so it can naturally answer Qin Fei's questions.

"Damn it, it hurts so much!"

Qin Fei was fixed on the wall, and his blood was constantly losing, which made him both worried and uncomfortable.

Could it be that I just hanged up like this?

In this way, Qin Fei was hung up like bacon on the stove for several hours before Yang Ruoxi walked out of the room again.

With a wave of his hand, the bronze incomplete spearhead flew back to her palm.

Thump...

Qin Fei fell to the ground hard and fell down.

But what is strange is that the ball of blood squirmed like a living thing, and it actually penetrated into Qin Fei's body along the wound.

After all, his blood contains the power of Chiyou, and it will definitely not be so easy to pass away.

"Huh... are you okay?"

After Qin Fei felt that he could control his strength, he looked at Yang Ruoxi with concern while recovering from his wounds.

Women are really strange animals. They take the initiative to cooperate with themselves to do that, and then they will turn against each other.

However, it must be related to Yang Ruoxi's experience over the years.

"Don't talk to me, you can leave here, otherwise, I can't guarantee that I will save your life next time!"

Yang Ruoxi hugged her arms and said expressionlessly.

"You can't drive me away. I have become a traitor in the heaven. If I leave here, I will die. Aren't angels full of love and save the world and save the suffering? You can't be so cruel!"

Qin Fei said with a thick face.

"That's your business!" Yang Ruoxi said with a frown.

"Pattern, I'll go to the yard now, don't drive me away!"

Qin Fei ran to the yard and brought the broken door with him.

Seeing that Yang Ruoxi didn't chase him out, he secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

However, before I could be happy, a golden light flashed in the yard, and a man in a gorgeous robe, very tall and had long golden hair appeared.

He didn't look at Qin Fei at all, but walked straight up to the stairs: "Sir Seraph, I'm Murphytos!"

"What are you doing?"

Just when footsteps came from the room, Meisha, who had been sleeping, exclaimed: "Sir, no, this is a 'pseudo-god'!"

"What?"
Chapter completed!