Ji Changnian's body was covered in blood holes. He hung his arms on the platform and sprayed out a mouthful of blood mist before falling to the ground in embarrassment.
Yan Nanji stepped on Ji Changnian's face.
Wear long sleeves to breathe in the wind and gently swing the folding fan.
He is graceful and elegant, and the jade master in troubled times is not stained by the slightest bit of blood.
Only the big gold chain around his neck looked vulgar and incompatible with his temperament.
Ji Changnian felt that the man in front of him was a devil. He was so scared that his whole body trembled, and the blood dyed the huge formation red.
"Remember your appearance as Grandpa Yan, and take a detour when I see you next time. Otherwise, I will beat you once I see you."
Yan Nanji increased her force with the soles of her feet and directly stepped on the back of Ji Changnian's head, sinking it deeply into the ground of the formation.
Everyone saw the formation floating in the air, and then it sank a little!
The soles of his feet were filled with blood gushing from Ji Changnian's mouth.
While Yan Nanji was raising her legs, Ji Changnian crazily crawled forward with all his strength, trying to climb out of Yan Nanji's shackles.
He wanted to climb out of the battle. He would rather lose this battle than be tortured by Yan Nanji again.
Kaka!
The blood fan flew past, and the sharp weapon came out again.
It turned into ten sharp weapons, pierced into Ji Changnian's palm, and was closely connected with the formation.
"Ah ah ah ah ah ah ah!"
Ji Changnian raised his head and spurted blood, screaming in pain that was heartbreaking.
The eyeballs covered with red threads seemed to burst in an instant.
The veins on his forehead and temples popped out, and his entire face turned pig liver red due to pain.
Behind, there was the sound of slight footsteps.
Yan Nanji walked over slowly, looked down at him, and flashed a bloodthirsty look.
Immediately, as if the spring breeze was strong, he looked at Leng Qingshuang sitting on the green lotus throne with a smile: "Daughter-in-law, tell me how to get him."
"Stop teasing."
Leng Qingshuang said: "It's meaningless to tease a loser."
"That's right."
Yan Nanji nodded and kicked Ji Changnian: "Did you hear that, your grandma said to let you go? You, the unscrupulous descendants, should remember it in their hearts and be grateful."
The blood in Ji Changnian's mouth was like a spring, gurgling out, and he could only make a "whimpering" sound, but no one could hear what he was saying clearly.
Yan Nanji waved her long arms, and martial arts energy roared out.
All the sharp weapons stuck in Ji Changnian's palms were pulled out.
This time, the sharp weapon brought out a fountain of blood.
Blood was sprinkled in the sky, forming a line of words.
All the warriors were stunned and shocked.
Leng Qingshuang's eyes flashed and her red lips slightly opened.
I saw the blood words on the formation platform in mid-air, imprinted in everyone's field of vision:
"Junior sister Leng, are you willing to be someone Yan's wife?"
Leng Qingshuang was stunned for a while, then laughed out loud, but tears flashed in her eyes.
Previously, their wedding was canceled due to accidents.
Now, Yan Nanji took advantage of the fact that she had not yet gotten married and proposed to her formally and solemnly.
He pulled out a golden flower from his sleeve like a magic trick and handed it to Leng Qingshuang from the stage: "Daughter-in-law, can you join me and become the richest person in the world?"
Become the richest upstart in the world.
Ji Changnian's body spasmed in the blood.
In his daze, he seriously suspected that the reason why Yan Nanji chose this time to propose was because if the proposal was successful, he would spare his life.
If it fails, I will take his life to commemorate the dead love between these two people.
Ji Changnian was in agony and miserable, but he didn't even have the strength to struggle to his death.
not far away.
Leng Qingshuang tugged at her lips and sniffed her red nose.
She wanted to stand up.
Chu Yue supported her in time.
"I can, I will, I can."
Leng Qingshuang affirmed three times in a row, and underneath her tone was the love she had hidden for a long time.
Yan Nanji's eyebrows were filled with joy and her heart was filled with joy.
He happily kicked Ji Changnian out of the formation and rushed back to the Qinglian throne.
The closed blood fan lifted Leng Qingshuang's chin, and he lowered his head and kissed Leng Qingshuang's blood-stained lips.
There was a "swipe" sound.
A folding fan that was opened and stained with blood gold blocked their faces, blocking everyone's sight.
The first person to be isolated was Chu Yue from a close distance.
Chu Yue looked at the folding fan that suddenly opened with a dark face, and the corner of her mouth twitched suddenly.
Senior brother.
Are you polite?
However, Chu Yue was also sensible. It was rare for Yan Nanji to kiss Fangze, so she silently distanced herself, thinking that it was time for her pillow to return.
A folding fan blocks the view.
Yan Nanji licked the blood from the woman's lips and teeth, bit Leng Qingshuang's soft lower lip, and stared at Leng Qingshuang with dark eyes.
He said in a voice that only the other party could hear: "Leng Qingshuang, you can't scare me anymore. I can't stand being scared. If you scare me to death, you will murder your husband and you will go to jail."
He was clearly angry and distressed, but when he spoke, he was stubborn and aggrieved.
Like an injured little daughter-in-law.
Leng Qingshuang pursed her lips tightly, looked at him with a smile, and then nodded: "Marry a chicken, follow a chicken, marry a dog, follow a dog, it's up to you."
Yan Nanji's expression changed drastically, as if she had been struck by five thunders.
In the eyes of his wife, is he a chicken or a dog?
In an instant, Yan Nanji's sky collapsed.
If Leng Qingshuang knew what Yan Nanji was thinking, she would probably vomit ten pounds of blood.