Chapter 831
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Muyan stares blankly, looking down at her palm where the light has disappeared. Anger finally appears on her calm face, "Qi Huang, what are you doing?! Didn't we agree on the conditions? "
"Can't this sage go back on his word?" In the space, Qi Huang sits down on the lawn and disdainfully says, "This sage doesn't want to cancel the contract with you. This sage intends to die with you and your son!"
The blue veins on Muyan's forehead throb, almost wanting to curse out loud.
This son of a bitch, who wants to die with him!
How could she allow her baby to die?!
But it's all too late!
Ling Lan and Lu Zhu make a comeback.
The wind whistles, and the two swords burst into blazing flames.
Muyan closes her eyes in despair, cursing Qi Huang, that willful bastard, a thousand times in her heart.
Her divine sense sinks into the space, and what she sees is Xiao Bao's adorable appearance as he sits cross-legged with his eyes closed.
How she wants to see her baby grow up, how she wants to accompany him to old age.
But she didn't expect that even if she's reborn, they would only have a short five-year mother-son bond.
Muyan's spiritual tentacles gently caress Xiao Bao's white and tender cheeks, then resolutely and thoroughly seals the space.
Her death will cause the space to collapse, but the Tian Mo Qin won't disappear.
Perhaps, perhaps, her baby still has a chance of survival.
The moment Muyan seals the space, Xiao Bao suddenly opens his eyes and murmurs, "Niangqin!"
… …
Just as Muyan's divine sense leaves the space, the swords have already whistled in front of her.
Ling Lan and Lu Zhu's cultivation is far higher than Elder Qi and Furong's.
Even in her heyday, Muyan doesn't think that she can deal with them.
What's more, at this time, she doesn't have the slightest bit of Spiritual Power and Internal Force in her body.
Muyan slowly closes her eyes, waiting for death to come.
However, the expected pain of being burned and pierced by the flames doesn't come.
Instead, Muyan feels a warm energy envelop her.
She opens her eyes and sees a tall figure blocking in front of her.
That figure has been pierced by Ling Lan and Lu Zhu's swords.
The flames burn on his wounds, making a sizzling sound as his flesh is scorched and his blood is evaporating.
However, he didn't even flinch as he firmly protected her behind him.
Muyan's pupils suddenly contract, her chapped lips slightly open, and her hoarse voice seems to break, "Chang … Yu …"
Her voice caused the body in front of her to sway and slowly fall down.
Ling Lan and Green Bamboo withdrew their swords and curled their lips in disdain. "He's actually a spirit cultivator."
"Judging from the fluctuation of his spiritual power, he should be related to the Raging Flame Sect … Oh, I didn't expect this bitch to be able to seduce so many men. They are so infatuated with her that they don't even want their lives."
"So what if she's capable? She's going to die anyway. Everything she has now will belong to our young master from now on. "
…
Mu Yan stares blankly at Chang Yu who is lying in front of her, her eyes seem to be dyed red by the blazing flames.
With her psychic power, she could clearly sense that Chang Yu was losing his life force bit by bit.
She wants to play the Tian Mo Qin, she wants to use the [Saint of Benevolence] to save his life.
But now, there was not even a little bit of spiritual power in her body.
She could only watch helplessly as Chang Yu walked towards his death, powerless to do anything.
"Why …?"
Why did he have to risk his life to delay her survival for a moment?
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