Chapter 17 Death is imminent, but still greedy for beauty
The evening breeze blew and fell on the man. He was dressed in a black robe and fluttered in the wind. He looked evil, cold, ghostly, yet unparalleled in elegance.
Feng Jiu'er, who was being carried on the shoulders of the man in black, opened her eyes slightly and saw such a figure.
He is very tall and slender, with a cool aura all over his body, but he also carries the aura of a king.
With her current head-down position, she could only look up from her feet.
The wind blew open his robe, and the black outfit clearly outlined his perfect and incomparable figure.
The two long legs with golden proportions look so outstanding in the night, with a seductive aura that can easily drive women crazy.
Further up, that thin waist and broad chest are so charming that they will kill you.
Next... Hey, why are you wearing half a mask? Most of your face is invisible!
But despite this, just from the half of his face shown, it is not difficult to see that this man is definitely a unique handsome man, super beautiful and handsome.
Such beauty made Feng Jiuer almost dumbfounded and almost forgot to even pretend to be dizzy.
"Who is it? How dare you block my way!" Although the man in black carrying Feng Jiuer's face looked as usual, his voice still changed slightly.
It's because the pressure given by the other party is too strong, so strong that even the breath seems to be in chaos.
Feng Jiu'er soon felt pressure to breathe. The internal strength of that stunningly beautiful man was so deep that the enemy's blood was already boiling without even making a single move.
A chaotic breath surged in her chest. Even if she wasn't knocked down by the medicine, Feng Jiuer almost fainted.
What a powerful internal force, as powerful as the vast ocean, unfathomable!
"You..." The man in black suddenly lost his legs and knelt down with a thud. A wisp of blood slipped from the corner of his lips.
He was already defeated without even matching a single move.
"You are...the lord...Di Wuya."
These were the last words the man in black said before he fainted.
As for Feng Jiuer, as the man fainted, he was thrown down ruthlessly.
Because his limbs were imprisoned by Di Wuya's internal force, he couldn't even move. He was about to fall on his face!
Feng Jiuer subconsciously closed her eyes. This face was already ugly enough. If she fell down on her face, it would be even worse!
"Well -" I thought I was about to suffer the pain of landing, but unexpectedly, a gust of wind hit me.
When she opened her eyes again, she fell into a generous and strong embrace.
The legendary lord Emperor Wuya, holding her weak body, walked forward in the night.
The moonlight fell on his face, half of the mask shone with a pale silver light, and matched with half of his stunning face, the beauty was unparalleled in the world.
"You are still greedy for beauty when you are about to die." The man snorted lightly.
The voice is hoarse, making it difficult to recognize the original sound, but even if it is hoarse, it still sounds extremely pleasant.
If these words weren't too harsh, Feng Jiuer would definitely be intoxicated by his voice again.
But, saying she is greedy for beauty?
Her beautiful eyebrows suddenly wrinkled, and she said displeasedly: "It's food and sex, can't you just look at it?"
He paused and looked down at her, his iceberg-like eyes flashing with complicated light: "Are you really not afraid of death?"
"If you want to kill me, why bother saving me?"
Although Feng Jiuer said this easily, her hands were already groping around her waist.
Di Wuya sneered coldly: "If you are really not afraid of death, will you still find a way to get your silver needle?"
He raised his hand casually, and a few rays of silver light flickered on his fingertips.
Feng Jiuer took a closer look, and now she finally knew she was afraid.
He actually confiscated the silver needle that was the only thing she could use to save herself!
