"Damn it, hand over the Nuwa Stone!" The Blood Refining Demon Lord roared angrily at the end without giving up.
But Murong Feixue shook his head, with a hint of teasing smile on his lips, and said calmly: "I'm sorry, the Nuwa Stone is so useless, it has been absorbed by the baby in my belly... You
What you bring now is just an ordinary stone without spiritual power. Are you sure you really want it?"
"What? You, you! Pfft..." The Blood Refining Demon Lord was so angry that his voice trembled, and finally he made a sound of vomiting blood.
The clouds became much thinner, and a faint light shone in the sky. The entire Qingyun Square became much brighter.
Seeing that the Blood Refining Demon Lord was about to withdraw, Luo Xiner, who was hanging high under the eaves in the direction behind everyone, immediately screamed loudly and strangely.
"Lord Demon Lord, please save Xin'er quickly. Xin'er is here... and was caught by Murong Feixue!"
If she had not been rescued this time, she would really have become something that could be squeezed and flattened in the hands of the enemy, and her life would be at stake.
It was just that the Blood Refining Demon Lord, who was too busy caring for himself at high altitude, didn't pay attention to Luo Xiner at all. After a while, he let out a cold and disdainful sneer: "Useless trash! I gave you the highest magic spell in the blood refining method, and you actually
If you still make mistakes, you will simply deserve to die!"
After the Blood Refining Demon Lord finished speaking, he had no intention of paying attention to Luo Xin'er, and had no choice but to stop the process of refining the blood of his soldiers. The black energy suddenly disappeared. He didn't know where it went. The sky was filled with dark clouds.
It also became clear in an instant. It disappeared in the blink of an eye...
"Just...just ran away like that?"
"Oh my God... Sister Feixue made the Blood Refining Demon Lord so angry that he was so vital that he ran away with his tail between his legs?"
"Nine cats are mighty! Nine cats will win!"
Everyone responded and cheered. Seeing thousands of hands raised high in the air, the exciting scene made everyone temporarily forget the embarrassment of being trapped in Qingyun Square.
The three masters of the academy, Qing Rong, Zhu Que, and Bai Hu, led a group of disciples to Murong Feixue. Everyone had extremely pious expressions on their faces and bowed deeply to Murong Feixue.
"Thank you Jiumao for helping me! If it weren't for you, our Tianfeng College's century-old foundation would have been destroyed..."
"Yes, I didn't realize it at first, but your talent has reached such an amazing level! We are really blind..."
"If you don't give up, we sincerely ask you to stay and take up the position of Xuanwu, the first dean of our Tianfeng Academy!"
At the end of the conversation, the three courtyard masters and six palace masters all knelt down in front of Murong Feixue.
"If we don't agree, we won't be able to kneel here forever..."
As soon as he said one sentence, the six thousand disciples of Feng Academy that day also knelt down to Murong Feixue.
Looking down, the patches of white robes looked like hills standing on the square. It was extremely spectacular. But Murong Feixue didn't want to agree to it, and frowned and hesitated. After all, being the dean of a college requires a lot of work.
Being responsible for the affairs of this college, all the big and small things combined, is really a headache.
While everyone here was busy, Murong Feixue was left alone. Luo Xiner struggled with all his strength. Finally, he fell from the eaves to the ground with a "bang". He didn't even dare to cry out in pain, and moved toward her like a silkworm chrysalis.
