The stunning beauty is spoiled by the fast-wearing bosses

Chapter 437 The Last Journey (2)

After Mo Shang went crazy for a while, the group of people moved a little further away. He propped himself up and continued to run forward.

Suddenly, he felt the arrow behind him pointing at his heart. He knew he could not run away. He was too tired. He was too tired of the life in the past two years.

He only felt a sharp pain in his back, but his body's instinct made him rush forward twice.

The whole person flew into the air like a kite with a broken string, and fell into the endless abyss.

The people behind came over one after another, looked at the dark bottom of the cliff, spat, and walked away sleepily.

The moment Mo Shang fell off the cliff, he was already dead. The arrow in his back took his life.

His body fell to the bottom of the cliff, his entire body was a bloody mess, blending into the surrounding darkness.

The entire bottom of the cliff was filled with a dead silence and was as dark as ink.

However, in this darkness, a strange red light appeared on the ground.

The red light seemed to have its own consciousness, sensing this sudden strange breath, as if it had been summoned by something.

They all rushed towards Mo Shang's direction.

Time flies, and before we know it, a thousand years have passed.

Mo Shang slowly opened his eyes that were as heavy as lead. His memory was still stuck at the moment when he jumped off the cliff.

He sat up slowly and stretched his muscles gently, making a slight creaking sound.

Why didn’t he die? He raised his head and looked at the gray sky above. Is this the bottom of the cliff?

When his eyes fell on himself, he was stunned. The clothes on his body were already tattered and turned into ashes with his movements.

But, this is clearly the body of an adult, how could this happen?

He saw that his calves were as smooth as before, and the cracks on his hands from hard work had all disappeared, leaving them as a pair of delicate and smooth hands.

The wound on his chest was gone, and the key point was his eyes, both of them were fine.

He was filled with shock, and at this moment, a dull voice came into his mind.

"Welcome home, Demon Lord."

......

Yan Xue just felt groggy and had an unbearable dull pain in her chest.

The pain hit her internal organs in waves, making her already weak body even more shaky.

She used up the last bit of her strength and slowly opened her bloodshot eyes.

But as soon as he opened his eyes, a stream of warm blood gushed out of his mouth uncontrollably.

Suddenly, an anxious voice came to my ear, "Junior sister, how are you? Are you okay?"

Yan Xue shook her head subconsciously. She felt that her tortured body had reached its limit and seemed like it might collapse at any time.

She squinted her eyes and looked at the man who was asking the question. She recognized him as her fellow disciple, but she no longer had the strength to speak. She could only half-prone herself on the ground.

Taking advantage of the darkness around her, she carefully took out a pill from the space, put it into her mouth and swallowed it with trembling hands.

However, to her disappointment, the effect of the pill seemed to provide only slight relief, and the dull pain in her chest did not completely disappear.

She couldn't help but frowned, "Xiao Guang, what's going on? Why is my medicine ineffective?"

"Host, this was caused by the male protagonist. His skills are too strong, so the potency of the pill can only be maintained at 10%. Even if you take a few more pills, it will be useless. You should just take care of it slowly.

However, if you can get the male protagonist to help you raise it, the recovery speed will be 200%."

When Yan Xue heard this, she couldn't help but curl her lips, thinking it was rude.

Suddenly, a few drops of warm liquid fell on her fair face without warning.

She opened her eyes wide in horror, only to see a hideous head with a strange arc flying past her.

The fellow disciple who had been concerned about him just now was now beheaded, with blood gushing out like a fountain, instantly dyeing the surrounding ground a shocking red.

"Demon Lord, there are still two women left." The arrogant voices sounded again, echoing in Yan Xue's ears like the whispers of the devil.

She looked at the man in black not far away.

The man's long black hair cascaded down like a waterfall. The black color seemed to be condensed from the deepest night, like a thick ink, which made people feel fear involuntarily.

The innate domineering aura between his brows was like a galloping horse, which made people feel awe.

A pair of eyes were long and sharp, and the blood-red pupils were like two bright rubies, revealing a kind of frightening clarity and evil.

The crimson lips slightly lifted up, outlining an evil and charming arc, as if carrying endless temptation and bewitching, and stepping on all the sadness and vicissitudes of the world.

In terms of appearance alone, he was indeed extremely outstanding. In the entire fairy world, Yan Xue had never seen anyone more handsome than him.

At this moment, Mo Shang also keenly noticed the look in the woman's eyes. There was no hatred or blasphemy in her eyes.

But with a bit of appreciation.

Mo Shang's thin lips curled up slightly, and a playful light flashed in his eyes, which was interesting.

After saying this, he stretched out his slender and white finger and pointed lightly. The action seemed casual, but it carried a kind of frightening majesty.

"Strip them naked and give them to you as a reward."

Yan Xue looked at Mo Shang's finger pointing at her, and suddenly she felt cold all over. Mo Shang saw the fear in the woman's eyes and smiled with satisfaction.

Yan Xue's breathing was unstable at this time. She couldn't do anything. Even moving was a luxury.

Her mind was racing, and she suddenly found herself so powerless, as if she could do nothing.

Suddenly, I saw the man's finger slowly moving to the right, and then I heard a woman's scream.

"No, no, please let me go... My father is the elder of Kunlun Sect, you can't do this to me."

She backed away desperately, begging for mercy, but the demons rushed over and tore off her clothes. The woman's resistance seemed so weak.

Soon, her clothes were stripped off completely, and several men showed no mercy and carried the naked woman to the side as if she were an object.

The woman's screams echoed throughout the empty hall, her voice filled with despair and fear.