When the tug-of-war begins, whoever shouts "stop" first loses.
In this battle, Jiao Li undoubtedly lost completely.
He lost to his own 'subconscious' rather than other external reasons.
Veins protruded in the palms of his clenched hands, and his face was terrifyingly ferocious. Jiao Li stared at the poison in King Changping's hand.
Once Yan Buhuan takes it, she will be like Xuanyuan Si, living with tonics all day long. Even if she drinks less, she will be like mud. Chang Guangyang is the same. Over the years, although he is not as good as Xuanyuan Si
It's an exaggeration, but he still needs to take one elixir he personally refined every month to stay alive.
The more nervous Jiao Li became, the more King Changping took advantage of him. His eyes looking at Jiao Li became more and more wanton: "Xuanyuan Mu, it turns out that you also care about something."
What answered him was Jiao Li's silence.
But in the eyes of King Changping, this silence that seemed to be evasive was acquiescence.
He cares about this woman.
"Xuanyuan Mu, as long as you give me the real antidote, I will let your beloved woman go."
Jiao Li's gaze shot towards King Changping like a sharp sword light.
When he heard the words 'beloved woman', his heart felt as if something had stabbed him.
Looking at King Changping's successful smile, his coldness in the darkness made people tremble. King Changping thought he was still hesitating and said viciously: "If you don't hand it over, I will feed it to her immediately!"
Jiao Li raised his head and closed his eyes, with a sarcastic smile on his lips.
On the way here, he felt something was wrong. He was clearly thinking about sending Yan Buhuan and Chang Guangyang to the underworld together. Logically speaking, there was no need to be in such a hurry to harvest two lives, but he rushed over as quickly as possible.
The complicated emotions kept him tossing and turning.
When he opened his eyes again, Jiao Li seemed to be a different person.
The smile on his lips widened: "Chang Guangyang, do you think a mere woman can really threaten me?"
Sometimes harsh words need to be proven by actual actions.
Chang Guangyang said in a contemptuous tone: "In this case, I have no choice but to die with her."
"I will give you a ride."
As soon as he finished speaking, Jiao Li leaned sideways against the stone wall and drew his palms outward. Then everyone's eyes lit up with a red light, and the crimson moon struck Yan Buhuan's chest like a flying sickle.
King Changping thought that Jiao Li was just scaring him casually. Unexpectedly, the next moment, he felt something stabbed in his chest.
The shape of the Feiyue is a crescent moon with pointed ends. At this time, the Feiyue is like a candied haws on a string, nailing King Changping and Yan Buhuan together.
The heart is the most vital place, and at the same time, it is also the softest place.
At this moment, Yan Buhuan's chest was pierced by the scorching Feiyue. The extremely intense heat prevented blood from flowing out smoothly. The same was true for King Changping standing behind her.
Yan Buhuan looked at the man at the entrance of the cave in disbelief.
There was deathly silence all around, and she could even feel Feiyue trembling in her flesh. As long as Jiao Li could push Feiyue out of their bodies, she and King Changping could really be on their way.
King Changping's face suddenly turned pale as a sheet of paper. He was fine just now. Why...
The entire space seemed to be frozen, and except for the sound of breathing, everything was stagnant.
Feiyue was so sharp that Yan Buhuan was pierced through her chest and back. King Changping stood behind her with a big hole in his chest, but the wound was not fatal.
