I'm a princess, so what if I have three husbands?

Chapter 231 Falling out is faster than turning the page in a book

Seeing this scene, Zisang Luoye really wanted to get up from the ground and give him a couple of blows!

I still remember the first time we met, the fight they had was absolutely earth-shattering.

In just a few moments, he left that unforgettable scar on his face.

The person in front of me is completely different from the person from before.

She shamelessly fawned over Zhongli Yueluo and even reached out to pull her hand to cover her wound.

His sword has probably really gone weak, so weak that it can't even kill him!

"Su Fengling, do you know what you look like right now?"

Hearing him chattering on the ground, Su Fengling became somewhat impatient.

She let go of Zhongli Yueluo's hand, walked over, and kicked him in the stomach.

"My sister only said she wouldn't let you die, she didn't say she wouldn't let you be crippled!" Her tone was vicious.

It's like a demon!

But his attitude changed so quickly; after kicking him, he ignored him completely.

He ran back to act cute, and Zhongli Yueluo even bent down to blow on it for him.

Miao Qing shook her head as she looked at the fallen mulberry leaves on the ground.

I must have been out of my mind to join this damn organization.

If she had met Zhongli Yueluo earlier, perhaps she would have been captivated by her beauty long ago and wouldn't have had to suffer the pain of being used as a blood bag.

Zhongli Yueluo gave him a puzzled look: "What! You still feel like you've suffered?"

He seriously doubted whether Zhongli Yuelu could hear his inner thoughts, and then shook his head repeatedly.

She slowly sat down on the ground, crossed her legs, rested her hands on her knees, and stared at him.

Zisang Luoye wasn't actually seriously injured, but she just felt weak all over.

"What kind of witchcraft was cast on me?!" he said, enunciating each word clearly, feeling a burning sensation in his abdomen.

"We don't even need to talk about witchcraft; that's a filthy thing that only exists in the Ten Thousand Demons Valley."

Zhongli Yueluo doesn't know any witchcraft, but she possesses the most vicious magic in the world.

If she wanted, he would die without her even realizing it.

But she wasn't that kind of person. She changed to a more comfortable position, and Su Fengling sat next to her.

She leaned against Su Fengling's shoulder without glancing at Zisang Luoye, only looking at her own fingers.

"Since you've come looking for Feng Ling, there are only two possibilities."

"You either win, or Gongshu Liang breaks ties with you."

His tone was flat, as if he were an old friend having a casual chat.

After Zisang fell asleep, her eyelids drooped and she looked away.

Then he said fiercely, "So what!"

"Actually, it won't be much of a problem. He can't beat us, but he's more than capable of beating you."

The implication was clear to everyone without needing to elaborate. He remained silent for a moment, then sighed.

My collaboration with Gongshu Liang was a risky move, and I should have expected that we would eventually turn against each other.

I thought they would fall into the hands of the Twelve Demons, but I didn't expect them to be so strong.

And then there's this traitor, Miaoqing!

"You only won by luck! Quickly remove the witchcraft from my body, and we'll try again!" He even tried to struggle.

Zhongli Yueluo frowned slightly, turned her head to look at Su Fengling's profile, and tapped his chin with her finger.

"Hey little brother, did the blood pact just now say whether this kind of win or loss counts as a win or loss?"

Zisang Luoye was stunned. She had only been focused on signing the blood pact without looking at the specific details.

But now it's clear that he has lost!

Su Fengling gently took Zhong Liyueluo's hand, lightly kissed her fingertips, and said with a mischievous smile, "Of course it counts."

Zhongli Yueluo stretched out her other hand and chanted a spell, and the Blood Flute appeared in her hand.

"Zisang Luoye, where's your brother?"

She toyed with the blood flute in one hand, and withdrew the other hand from Su Fengling's hand, asking coldly.

"My brother went to find Su Fengjun and the others." He was honest.

At this point, I felt that the burning sensation in my body had subsided.

With his strength restored, he slowly stood up from the ground and tried to pick up his double maces again.

But the four people opposite them looked so relaxed, like a family having a picnic together.

They completely disregarded his threat and chanted a spell, attempting to summon wind and thunder.

Seeing that their expressions remained unchanged and they were unmoved, He Yuhuan even ate the roast chicken with her mouth full of oil.

Su Fengling, his face full of adoration, nestled close to Zhongli Yueluo, while Miao Qing threw dry branches into the fire.

He's angry! He's angry again!

Ignoring whether she was wearing that pink undergarment or not, her aura surged, and her clothes fluttered wildly.

"You're ignoring me like this, I'll make you regret it!"

When the crowd heard him say that, they glanced at him lazily and then made no further moves.

"Master is so noisy, I might as well just kill him with a hammer, anyway I've only eaten about 60% full."

"Grandma, he can't eat right now. I'll take you to find some later."

Miao Qing has now found her place in this group.

As long as you cling to He Yuhuan's leg, there's nothing to be afraid of.

“Okay.” She squatted down and started poking the flint in the fire with a stick.

Zisang Luoye was there, roaring furiously, while on the other side, everything was warm and harmonious.

He threw his double maces, which bounced off the barrier with a clang and fell to the ground, where they remained embedded in the ground.

"Sister, please stop teasing him. I won't allow you to look at other men." He covered Zhongli Yueluo's eyes with his hand.

Zi Sang Luoye felt nauseous. Was Su Fengling sent by heaven to disgust him? He couldn't even be affectionate in public!

"Zisang Luoye, does your father know that you are cooperating with the Gongshu clan?"

“My father, he doesn’t know, perhaps…he doesn’t know.” He wasn’t sure either.

Wait a minute! Why did he give such a strange answer when Zhongli Yueluo asked him a question?

What on earth was he doing? He reached out and pulled the maces back, preparing for a second wave of attack.

But the barrier remained unmoved; no matter how much he pounded on it from the outside, the people inside remained warm and harmonious.

Zhongli Yueluo stood up, dusted herself off, took a wooden stick, and lifted Zisang Luoye's chin.

Her eyes held no emotion, even a hint of murderous intent; she wouldn't even touch him with her fingers.

Zi Sang Luoye curled her lips into a cold smile and grabbed Zhong Li Yueluo's hand along the branch.

With a strong pull, he brought her out of the barrier.

But she didn't panic at all, and the branch even tore the skin off his neck because he pulled too hard.

But he felt no pain at all, and a hint of excitement flashed in his eyes, though of course not towards Zhongli Yueluo.

He pulled Zhongli Yueluo into his arms, his forearm encircling her neck, and stared at Su Fengling with his golden eyes narrowed.

"If you don't want this woman to die, then fight me fair and square! A real, satisfying fight!"

He tightened his arm, and Zhongli Yueluo was almost out of breath. She grabbed his forearm with both hands.

"You'll regret doing this." Despite her pain, she still uttered such provocative words.

Because her position in Su Fengling's heart is now probably higher than his own life.