The blood-stained clothes and long hair were dancing in the wind, and the chains and bells jingled. In the darkness, she could no longer see the faces of the people in the audience clearly.

The scarlet sword light stabbed her eyes extremely painfully, and in the end, the dim sight was also taken away by the killing sword energy.

The corners of her eyes were cracked, and bright red blood oozed out.

In the vast world, in this short life, it seems that at this moment, she is the only one left in the world.

She couldn't help but close her eyes. Mi Lu's killing sword had not yet reached her, and the tearing pain coming from her forehead was like Ling Chi's knife, cutting open the flesh one by one, threatening to take away her soul.

The four red demons driving the cage had already escaped, and the cage made of fine iron was creaking and swaying in the storm.

At this time, a shout of contention came from nowhere, disrupting the murderous trajectory of the scarlet sword energy.

A silver spear drew a graceful arc in the space, as bright as a swimming dragon, sharp and unstoppable. The spear tip was twisted in the air, crushing all the sword energy that entered the cage.

At the same time, the red bone fang sword passed through the cage and hit the gun that came through the air.

The silver gun flashing with black starlight immediately broke into two pieces. At the same time, the silver gun exploded into countless dark spots of energy.

The red bone fang sword was submerged in the exploding energy, and it was difficult to make any further progress.

With a huge roar, the red-bone fang sword flew out from the cage and plunged deeply into the ancient foundation stone.

However, before Milu's expression could darken, the dust-purifying talisman on the cage was blown away and withered by the blast.

As the demons screamed in surprise, the turbid breath belonging to the evil demon in the cage seemed to pour out from a bottomless black hole.

The chilling and filthy aura spreading there made everyone change their minds.

The dirty demon is originally a dirty thing born from the corpse. It is born with both yin and demon qi in one body.

The foul breath on their bodies cannot kill people, but it can blacken the destiny of any living thing in the world.

When the dirty demon is seriously injured or on the verge of death, it is when the foul breath is at its strongest.

All the demons at the banquet stood up hurriedly, as if they had encountered some man-eating beast, fearing that their clothes would be contaminated by the unclean breath.

When everyone retreated and the mist poured out out of control, a vague figure walked into the cage without knowing whether to live or die.

The dirty demon in the cage closed his eyebrows with a hint of confusion.

As if she didn't understand who would stop Milu on such an important occasion, the foul energy in her body erupted, which gave her heavy body some relief.

"Who?" As if she felt someone approaching her, she tilted her head slightly, and the blood from the corners of her eyes stained her cheeks into two blood lines.

The sound came out loud, and the vocal cords seemed to have been scratched, making it hoarse and jerky.

Bang! Bang! Two sounds.

The iron rings that bound her hands seemed to be broken by some force.

She felt her body suddenly loosen up. The kneecaps of her legs were misaligned and it was difficult to exert force. Without the support of the iron rings and chains, it would be difficult for her to stand firm.

However, the sharp stabbing pain that should have occurred in my kneecap did not occur.

Because before her knees bent and she fell, she was hugged by a pair of cold arms.

The familiar smell and temperature made her feel a little dazed for a moment.

Her hands were frozen in mid-air, and she slowly opened her eyes. The eyes covered with a layer of dirt were a little cold and empty, like light frost on the tiles of a vast snowfall.

There was a trace of blood remaining in the corner of her eyes, and she narrowed her eyes with difficulty to look at the face in the backlight in front of her.

His eyes were extremely sharp, and his dark eyebrows looked like a taut bowstring, showing a murderous attitude.

As if she couldn't understand the man in front of her, she reluctantly raised her hand that was numbed by the wind, and lightly poked his lips twice with her fingertips.

He poked the corners of his lips apart to see a corner of his fangs, and then he let out a pretense of surprise.

Bailian's expression shrank slightly, and he glanced at her with lowered eyebrows: "You have a broken voice, what are you talking about? Open your mouth."

His lips were cool, and in that flash of lightning just now, he actually didn't forget to hold a wine glass in his hand, but the glass was not wine, but water.

She opened her lips calmly on the surface, and poured water into her throat, moistening her cracked and withered throat little by little, but she was at a loss in her heart.

He really didn't understand what she looked like. Even Hong Zhuang, who was with her day and night, couldn't recognize her, so how could he recognize her.

As she drank the glass of water, the confusion in her heart was like frost on the table, accumulating deeper and deeper.

She was such a dirt that should have disappeared in everyone's eyes. Anyone who took a second look would feel that her eyes were stained. He shouldn't have recognized her at a glance.

The uncontrollable turbid breath in her body constantly invaded him, an outsider who knew nothing about life and death, leaving light black marks on the surface of his skin.

Balian didn't care much, and threw the cup away as if he didn't know what the turbid breath represented.

Wiping away the blood scab at the corners of her eyes with her fingers, she frowned and said, "It's really not like you to be treated like a trapped beast, Ning Feiyan."

After hearing him calling her name, Ning Feiyan's eyes widened slightly and she looked at him as if she was sleepwalking: "When did you recognize me?"

At that time, the turbid breath in her body was extremely strong, and the black air like sand and fog covered the entire table, and no one dared to approach her for a while.

Balian could vaguely feel the inspecting gaze of the unexpected female devil coming from the cage. She did not move away, and she seemed not to be afraid of the influence of the dirty aura of the evil demon collapsing around.

But for some reason, she didn't make any extra moves to get closer to disturb him, she just looked at everything quietly.

Balian has already deduced that although the female demon king wants Ning Feiyan's life, today's situation where Sihe and the evil demon exchange identities does not seem to be her arrangement.

"Well... I left the inn that day, and when I was at the corner shop, I knew you had been cheated on."

"How did you figure out that I was cheated on?"

Balian's palms deliberately avoided the injuries on her back. The back injured by Shemoli and the Demon Emperor's fangs never got better from the beginning to the end.

Although the poison from the Demon Emperor's fangs is very difficult to deal with, if you slowly use your cultivation to get rid of the poison, it won't be a serious injury.

But the Shemāli that explodes into the body is the real thing that kills people.

There is no solution to the demonic power, even the demon king has to be wary of it in front of this thing.

Since the last serious injury, the fatal injury has never received real treatment.

In those days, it seemed that the wound on my back was as white and smooth as ever, but in fact, it was just a matter of using some superficial deception techniques to cover up the wound.

How could a person as scheming and overly proud as she be willing to expose her embarrassing and desperate wounds to others?

What Balian didn't expect was that she had fallen into the hands of Zhan Xin less than half a day ago, and the banquet of your return was about to happen. He didn't know what kind of resentment he was hiding, but he actually had the intention to torture her.

He placed his palm lightly on her back, and his palm was covered with a shocking red color.

Balian didn't waste any time. He lowered his head and licked the blood off his palm bit by bit, and then said with a firm tone: "Mrs. Ning, did you feed you the blood of the dirty demon?"

At this time, the blood in Ning Feiyan's body was no more than usual, and had already been contaminated with the poison of the evil demon. He could taste the problem as soon as he tasted it.

Ning Feiyan said: "My blood is not clean. If you eat it, you may get a stomachache."

Balian smiled, and there was a hint of coldness in that smile: "Although the blood of the foul demon is bitter, no matter how poisonous it is, it cannot be more poisonous than the blood of the zombie demon."

The Evil Demon is a turbid spirit born from the corpse, the Corpse Demon is a yin creature born from the yin energy of heaven and earth, and the blood of the orthodox royal family flows in Balian's body.

Between the two, there is overwhelming restraint.

Ning Feiyan sighed. No matter whether she was reduced to a trapped beast and faced death, or she was rescued after a disaster, her expression remained as calm as ever.

She kept rubbing her eyes with the back of her hands, and more bright red blood overflowed from the corners of her eyes. She stopped until two small yellow centipedes mixed with the blood in her eyes flowed out.

That guy from Buried Heart actually placed two poisonous insects into her eyeballs.

The eyes were red from rubbing, and the whites of the eyes were covered with bloodshot eyes. The bleeding was difficult to stop, and it was extremely painful to look at.

But the turbid yellow film covering the eyes turned into clear liquid and flowed out, and the polluted eyes regained their clear color.

Balian saw that her fingertips were turning white from the pain, but there was still a smile in her eyes.

He could see that she was very angry and aggrieved at this moment because she was forced to accept an unacceptable humiliation and betrayal.

Although she did not express these emotions, Balian could still feel them clearly.

"Let me take a look at your leg injury first." Balian did not say anything to comfort her, because she knew that Ning Feiyan was not the woman who needed comfort at this time.

As soon as his palm landed on her knee, he touched a raised, strange bone, but Ning Feiyan raised his hand and sensitively pushed it away.

"The broken leg has been cured by the medicine. You haven't answered how I could tell that the one outside is a fake."

Balian only thought that she was trying to force her to avoid touching her broken leg, so he didn't meddle in her own business. He lowered his eyes and said calmly: "That day, you and I made an agreement to eat hot porridge and steamed dumplings on the street corner together, but she

Not a single bite was touched.”

Ning Feiyan felt that this was really no reason: "Is it just that?"

Balian glanced at her flat belly and said, "I took a plate of hawthorn fruit to her on the way, and she took the hawthorn fruit and ate it."

Ning Feiyan was stunned for a moment, then realized that pregnant women should avoid eating hawthorn.

Even though she learned about her living habits and temperament from Mrs. Ning, only she and Bailian knew about the pregnancy at that time.

Ning Feiyan noticed Bai Lian's glance just now, and for some reason, an awkward emotion suddenly surged in her heart. She couldn't help but touch her belly, and explained in a strange way: "I can only be tortured for half a day, and the child should not be lost."

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Balian's eyes darkened, he hummed softly, and whispered: "In such a situation, you should give priority to protecting yourself..."

"Crack!"

Before he could finish his sentence, Balian heard a crack of bones being dislocated, and then the body of the person in his arms trembled violently, but he soon regained his composure.
To be continued...