Ling Luo, who was originally furious, was shocked by Xuanyuan Yu's excessive behavior.
Why is he angrier than me?
He has always been the calmest, but now he shows such an angry expression.
Yu... seems to have changed a bit.
After realizing this, Ling Luo's agitated mood gradually calmed down, and her disordered breathing became normal.
"Yu." She called him tentatively.
Xuanyuan Yu turned his head, his face could not be darker, and said: "Luo'er, a scum like Chu Ye should have been dealt with by my husband from the beginning."
Ling Luo pursed her lips.
"If you were dealing with it for your husband, you would never give him a chance to escape!" Xuanyuan Yu emphasized again.
Ling Luo's beautiful eyes dimmed slightly.
A thick look of anger flashed across Xuanyuan Yu's face, he clenched the Demon Blade Wan Tian in his hand, and said coldly: "Next time we meet, I will cut that man to pieces with my own hands, leaving his soul torn apart forever.
Superborn!"
"Yeah." Ling Luo responded lightly without saying anything.
She felt a little disappointed.
Although she knew that Yu didn't mean to blame herself or dislike herself, she just felt uncomfortable...
Is she too useless, or has his temperament changed?
Ling Luo's temples were throbbing and painful.
"Luo'er, don't be sad. Even if it's the end of the world, the blue sky or the underworld, my husband will definitely help you kill Chu Ye!"
Xuanyuan Yu finally noticed that something was wrong with his wife's mood. He jumped from the top of Huang Quan's head to the top of Jianlong's head. He stood next to Ling Luo and stretched out a hand to wrap around her thin shoulders.
, voice full of concern.
"Um."
Feeling the warmth coming from his body, Ling Luo felt a little disappointed, but she immediately felt better.
Maybe she is too sensitive.
Yu is still Yu.
She is still the wife and slave who loves her dearly.
He is just not as soft as before, he is tougher than before, and his temperament is more murderous than before.
It should be...nothing serious.
He is still her only husband, and this will never change.
Ling Luo smiled slightly and said: "Chu Ye has been seriously injured. The two magic weapons he used to sacrifice his own essence and blood were destroyed by me. His life source has been irreparably damaged. Even if he escaped,
, it’s just a matter of lingering, and your life will not be long.”
Xuanyuan Yu's eyes were deep and he said: "He'd better not be able to hold on and die first, otherwise if I touch him again, his soul will be scattered!"
"That's for sure!" Ling Luo's eyes flashed with ruthlessness.
She once swore that Chu Ye and Ling Ying would never be reincarnated and would never have the chance to be reincarnated again.
"Go back." The hostility on Xuanyuan Yu's face gradually dissipated, the demonic aura in his dark eyes was completely eliminated, and a gentle smile appeared on the corners of his lips.
Ling Luo nodded and said with a smile: "Don't you have your eye on the Qionghua Sect's main peak mountain range? We can go back and take over now."
The couple rode the dragon and left.
Thirty thousand miles away from here, in a lost jungle, there is a dark swamp, with poisonous insects, snakes and ants traveling through it.
The black asphalt above the swamp is constantly rolling with black swamp gas, and the seeping bubbles are churning.
Chu Ye was on the edge of the dark swamp, covered in blood, holding a scroll tightly in his hand, motionless, as if dead.
"Little Palace Master, please wait for your subordinates!"