while Xueqinghe closed his eyes and waited for death.

　　 Behind him, a somewhat undue beating sound suddenly sounded, and then Xue Qinghe felt his waist tighten.

　　 "Hey hey hey, your **** for survival, Your Royal Highness, is not strong enough, are you giving up?"

　　 Ye Zhiqiu, who appeared behind Xue Qinghe with the Flying Thunder God, joked with a smile.

　　 Just as Ye Zhiqiu's voice fell, Xue Qinghe noticed a slight vibration. At this time, the beam of light from the white tiger spirit beast should have attacked, but he seemed okay?

　　 Xue Qinghe opened his eyes with some doubts. For the first time, he didn't notice Ye Zhiqiu who was holding his waist. Instead, he looked at the scene in front of him dumbfounded.

　　 Baihu's beam of light was close to him, as if he could reach it by reaching out his hand, and he could even see that the space around the beam of light was distorted.

　　 But the beam of light with such a destructive power was blocked?

　　 It is a purple giant who is more than 20 meters tall and full of muscles.

　　 The giant holds a purple round shield in his left hand and a purple sword-like hilt in his right hand?

　　 The beam of light spit out from the white tiger's mouth was blocked by the purple round shield. Whether it is the purple giant or the shield sword in its hand, it is translucent and does not affect visual observation. The purple giant didn't seem to have much defense, but the beam of light that the white tiger spit was blocked by something that didn't seem to have much defense. Except for the slight vibration, no energy was poured in. At this time, the giant Inside, it's like the safest place in the world.

　　 Seeing Xue Qinghe's somewhat sluggish expression, Ye Zhiqiu's mouth curled up.

　　Suzano is used to pretend to be compared, always so successful.

　　 He is currently using the third stage Suzuo. The original third stage Suzuo thought it would not be so easy to resist the attack of the white tiger spirit beast.

　　 But Susao held the strongest defensive artifact in his left hand, the eight-foot mirror, which made the resistance to the white tiger's beam of light attack a little relaxed and flat.

　　 That beam of light, except for the booming Suzuo Nenghu who rose slightly in the air, could not break the defense of the eight-foot mirror.

　　 As for the hilt of the sword that Suzuo holds in his right hand, it is the hilt of the ten-fist sword. When you don't want to use the ten-fist sword to attack, it is in this form, not only the ten-fist sword, but even the eight-foot mirror.

Both artifacts are energy forms, and the eight-foot mirror can be ever-changing, and can even be directly outside of Susao Nohu, but the defense of the eight-foot mirror will be weaker, like the current round shield. Form is the strongest defensive posture of the eight-foot mirror.

　　 Xue Qinghe, who recovered from the sluggishness, suddenly realized that he was actually being held in his arms by that bastard. He had never been held so intimately before he grew up, and he suddenly struggled.

　　 "Don't move, as soon as I let go, you will have to fall outside of Suzuo Nenghu. Do you want to be bombarded with dregs by this white tiger wave?" Ye Zhiqiu leaned in his ear and whispered softly.

　　 The two are very close, and they can feel each other's breathing, and a faint fragrance lingers around the tip of their noses.

　　 "His Royal Highness, how do you still use perfume for a big man? It's like a woman." Ye Zhiqiu controlled Suzuonenghu, not forgetting to tease Xue Qinghe.

　　 The old lady is originally a woman...

Xue Qinghe's face was black. Although he didn't dare to move, he mocked with dissatisfaction on his mouth: "The holy son is really deep hidden. More than 70 levels say that he is more than 40 levels. People are not old-hearted. It's pretty wicked, this ability to play and applaud the whole world is really admirable."

　　 Ye Zhiqiu said blankly, "When am I over 70?"

　　 "The Martial Spirit body has come out, Saint Child still pretends to be boring now..." Xue Qinghe frowned.

　　 Ye Zhiqiu suddenly rolled his eyes, how come anyone who saw his Suzuo Neng thought that he was Wuhun's real body?

　　 This is how Zao Wou-ki was at the beginning, and now Xueqinghe is also like this...

　　Question I am really not Wuhun real body...

　　 His martial arts spirit is the writing round eyes, and his soul skills are also added by ninjutsu. In the future, Ye Zhiqiu doesn't know what his martial arts real body will look like.

　　 But he knew that his martial soul real body could never be as simple as Suzuo Nohu.

　　 "Before I trouble you to make a conclusion, please see the number of my spirit rings, and then consider whether I am the real body of Wuhun..." Ye Zhiqiu looked a little helpless.

　　 "Also, my Royal Highness, I saved you a small life. Three conditions should be offset by one. This requirement is not excessive."

There was no danger at this time, and Xue Qinghe didn’t panic too much. He turned around with a little golden pupil, and smiled inexplicably, “That’s not good. I didn’t let you save me. Naturally, you can’t count on saving yourself. A condition."

　　 "Oh?" Ye Zhiqiu nodded clearly, "Well then, I will throw you out, you are dead. Those three conditions are gone... I'm also relieved."

　　 Xue Qinghe: ...

　　【From Qian Renxue’s negative sentiment value plus 566...】

　　 When he noticed that the arm on his waist was loose, Xue Qinghe was shocked, bastard, are you really letting go?

　　 Ye Zhiqiu squinted his eyes and smiled~lightnovelpub.net~ His left hand tightened once again, and he took Xue Qinghe back into his arms. He had a good time, but he almost didn't scare Xue Qinghe's soul away.

　　 Xue Qinghe thought this **** really wanted to throw himself out.

He turned his head and stared at Ye Zhiqiu fiercely, and said angrily: "Is it fun to play me? And before, you obviously can resist the attack of this soul beast, and you are still pretending to see if my embarrassed appearance is particularly interesting. ?"

　　 Ye Zhiqiu tilted his head to think about it for a while, and then nodded with a certain face, "It's really interesting, eh, the main prince, you just run around, you didn't ask me..."

　　 [Negative sentiment value from Xueqinghe plus 566...]

　　 Xue Qinghe's face was a bit flushed, he was not ashamed of being held in his arms by Ye Zhiqiu, but because of the bastard.

　　He is so angry that he hurts.

　　 If it weren't for still in the sky, it is estimated that Xue Qinghe would hit Ye Zhiqiu in the face with another punch.

　　 The two in the sky chatted very happily, and the white tiger who stood on the ground spraying a beam of light for a long time was a little breathless.

　　 There was a bit of horror in its pupils. What happened to this person, suddenly became so big, it felt like I couldn't beat it. In the spirit beast, although the strength is not divided by size, those who are super large will definitely not be weak.

　　 The white tiger spirit beast has been spitting light, trying to spray the purple giant a little higher, so that it can give itself a little more time to run without falling.

　　 Yes, it is ready to run away. After all, it has lived for so many years and it is not stupid. The purple giant of its own Baihulie Guangbo can take it so easily. Why don't you run and wait to die?