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101. Chapter 101 Blind Your Eyes 1

Murong Qiuqing immediately stood up with a sneer and walked up to Murong Feixue wantonly. She raised her foot and kicked Murong Feixue hard. In a voice that only Murong Feixue could hear, she sneered in her ear: "You are indeed a waste.

The evil born is also a waste!"

"Don't talk about my mother..." Murong Feixue's eyes narrowed tightly, and his body began to tremble slightly. He lay on the ground with one hand, and clenched his other hand into a tight fist. He gritted his teeth to endure it. Almost from his teeth.

A few words squeezed out of the cracks.

"Don't you want me to say it? I have to say it! Your mother is a shameless thing, and everyone knows it! She has no skills at all, and relies on her beauty to get to the top. Later, my mother found a few wild men to play with her, and she didn't give up.

Suicide!"

"Do you know how you disabled your spiritual veins? I gave you the Spirit-Breaking Powder! The Duanling Powder that will cleanse even a god-level master! Such a rare poison is really an advantage for you!"

"Do you know why I did this to you?"

"Because you are a waste in every aspect, but you are the eldest daughter! Only by your death can my mother's lineage rise to the top!"

"But you are such a monster, and you killed my third sister, so you should be cut into pieces! You will never survive!"

As soon as she finished speaking, Murong Qiuqing raised her hand and continued to hit Murong Feixue's shoulder armor, which was already bleeding. To make matters worse.

Murong Feixue's body was knocked out two meters by hatred and landed on the edge of the competition platform. She leaned against the little white tiger. The little white tiger used its scarred body to support Murong Feixue with difficulty...

"Meow...Master, hold on, you can't lose, you have to avenge Fanfan..." The little white tiger seemed to be furious and let out a meow like a kitten.

The sound made Murong Feixue's heart shrink, and she couldn't help but look back at the little white tiger. It was still insisting on itself. Even if Murong Qiuqing had a magic weapon, she knew she couldn't back down.

Huahua, Lei Lizhong, and the mercenaries in the audience were all stomping their feet anxiously. Huahua remembered something and shouted loudly: "With dragon blood, the little white tiger can be healed immediately!"

Hearing this, Murong Feixue immediately raised his hand and took out the large pot of dragon blood given by Long Ming from his waist. The cork was opened, and the sweet smell of dragon blood suddenly floated into the air. The light of full spiritual power was vaguely visible...



In an instant, the whole audience screamed. Everyone stood up and stood on tiptoe to look at the martial arts platform. Everyone showed an expression of great envy and admiration...

"That's dragon blood, the purest dragon blood!"

The comments around her didn't bother Murong Feixue at all. She just focused on feeding the dragon's blood to the little white tiger. Even if it flowed out from the corners of the little white tiger's wide-open mouth, she showed no mercy.

She just smiled slightly, her bright red lips curved beautifully, and she gently stroked the little white tiger's head and said, "Don't choke, don't stop until you're full..."

Under the irrigation of dragon's blood, the wounds on the little white tiger's body healed at a speed visible to the naked eye. After recovery, its fur seemed to be more moist than before. It looked very energetic. After only half a bottle of dragon's blood was consumed, its eyes

They all regained their spirits...

On the other side of the stage, Murong Qiuqing was shocked. She actually had the blood of dragon veins, and she even used it as boiled water to feed the monsters. She didn't even need a drop of dragon tail blood, but Murong Feixue actually spilled it all on the ground?

The huge stimulation made Murong Qiuqing's eyes gradually turn red. She raised her purple-gold tripod high and shouted hysterically: "Murong Feixue, take your life!"

After saying that, the same "wind blade cracking the ground" as before suddenly burst out of the purple gold cauldron.


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