Quick Wear: The Crazy Lord God is again training the sweet host

Chapter 450: Battle of the Gods (25)

Kuiling restrained the expression on his face. He knew that he was no match for Wulan and could only fight him with all his strength.

After Kui Ling accepted the challenge, countless thin and sharp silver threads suddenly appeared in the air around him, as densely packed as a spider web, shining with icy light under the sky.

The flames swept over in an instant, and the spider web quickly disappeared under the licking of the blue-gray flames, but it grew out of the void at an even faster speed.

Just like it is inexhaustible.

Then, using their huge numerical advantage, the silver threads wrapped themselves around the flaming spear in a suicidal and reckless manner to extinguish the flames.

For a while, the two people in the sky were fighting each other.

Xing Chen sat on the chair, looked up at Kui Ling's figure in the sky, his expression complicated.

How to evaluate him? Say he is love-brained. He spends money on wine and women more than anyone else.

Let's say he is a scumbag, but how many years can he persist in liking someone? He knows clearly that he will get nothing, but he still dares to risk his life for that person.

The illness is really serious.

Xing Chen slowly withdrew his gaze, intending to let Kuiling suffer a little first.

The demon king played so much that his body was almost drained. If he continued like this, sooner or later he would be pinned to the ground and rubbed in public by his older son.

It's so embarrassing that I can't beat my son when I'm still in my prime.

When he becomes old, weak, sick and disabled, his son will grind his bones to dust.

Yao Yi is quite similar to him, neither of them is a good person.

Xing Chen felt that the Demon King had suffered less losses. After being beaten a few times, he would learn his lesson.

He was sitting there with nothing to do, so he reached out and plucked another beautiful flower dripping with dew. He tore off the petals with his porcelain-white fingertips and secretly put it into his mouth.

As he returned it, he turned to look into the room. Halfway through, he saw Xuan Luo leaning against the window, looking at him with a smile.

Xing Chen subconsciously wanted to hide the petals that he had torn off from his fingertips.

His habit of eating flowers, which can't be said to be good or bad, is a new bad habit that Xuanluo has cultivated in him these days.

When he was pressed against the flower wall, the beautiful flowers hanging from the rose rack fell on his cheeks.

Xuan Luo tortured him while he cried and begged his master to give him pain, and coaxed him to bite off the petals one by one.

Xuan Luo hung him down, causing him to shake like a sieve in a state of half-death collapse.

But he had to use his lips to slowly grind the petals into powder.

I fed him the last petal at a time.

Until the fragrance of the petals filled their lips and teeth, Xing Chen's eyes completely lost focus, and he just swallowed subconsciously, and just got used to eating the petals.

After a few times, Xing Chen developed the habit of secretly eating flowers.

He sat down under the flower stand, and his mouth felt lonely. He unconsciously wanted to tear off the petals and grind them between his lips and teeth.

But every time I realized what I had done, I always felt guilty and subconsciously didn't want Xuanluo to see it.

He wasn't recalling those moments. He was worried that Xuanluo would think too much.

Sure enough, as soon as Xing Chen met Xuan Luo's eyes by the window, he knew he was overthinking.

"I'm just hungry," Xing Chen hurriedly explained to him, but after saying it he felt it would be better not to say it, so he hurriedly added, "I'm only hungry in my stomach, but I'm full everywhere else."

Xuanluo looked at him with a smile in mind and said meaningfully, "Oh."

Xing Chen: “…”

Well, is it too late to slap myself now?

Xuanluo suppressed the smile on his lips and pointed to the top of his head, "Baby, if you keep fighting, the demon king won't be saved."

Xing Chen blinked her beautiful eyes, a faint pink color appeared on her face, and she quickly looked up at the two figures in the air.

Fortunately, I still have serious things to do now, otherwise I would have unserious things to do.

The Demon King's Thousand Soul Silk was not endless after all. Although his desperate strength caused great trouble to Wu Lan, the gap between his demonic power and that of a high-level God was still too obvious.

The speed at which the Thousand Soul Silk grew slowed down significantly, and the Demon King himself could no longer withstand Wu Lan's attacks and was already injured.

But he was like a chicken with blood taken up. Although he had injuries on his body, it did not affect his movements at all. He looked like he really wanted to die together with Wu Lan.

No spare energy left.

Xing Chen narrowed his eyes, and suddenly his five fingers contracted into claws, pressing down heavily.

At that moment, a small piece of the transparent barrier above Baiyao Mountain emerged and covered Wulan.

Seeing that the situation was not right, Wu Lan left Kuiling behind and tried to run down the mountain.

But after he ran a few steps, he suddenly realized that the small barrier rushing towards him was not just one.

Wu Lan stopped in mid-air, looking in horror as one small barrier after another, like colorful bubbles, rushed towards him from all directions.

He stood there, all roads were blocked and there was nowhere to escape.

Wu Lan swung his spear to try to burst the bubbles, but they were as solid as the barrier above his head and were impenetrable.

The bubbles will retreat briefly under his attack, but they cannot be punctured no matter what. At the same time, they will look for opportunities to cover him from all directions.

Wu Lan raised his hand, and the spear danced in a circle around him. Blue-gray flames rose up, preventing the bubbles from approaching him.

In just a short period of time, he switched places with Kui Ling and fell into the same situation where the Demon King was just running around.

This kind of resistance action requires a lot of energy, and no one can sustain it for too long.

Kuiling was standing not far away and his blood was boiling. When he saw Wulan was surrounded by bubbles, he wiped the blood off his face and ran away crying.

"Xing Chen, I knew you wouldn't want me to die."

As soon as he landed, he wanted to rush over and hug Xing Chen's thighs.

"Stop!" Xing Chen pointed at him with the flowers in his hand, "If you dare to hug me, I will let you know that I will not only let you die, but I will also let you die ugly."

Kuiling looked aggrieved, but he refused to let go of her hands, firmly showing that he still wanted to hug her.

"…It's the kind of ugly scene where Yao Yi would clap his hands and shout in joy after seeing your corpse." Xing Chen added.

Kuiling looked up at the sky and imagined the scene, then finally put his hand down.

I can’t stand it. I can’t stand that at all.

It would be better for him to wait until he has taken care of his older son before coming to pick up Xing Chen.

There is ample time.

Kuiling brought a chair and sat down in front of Xingchen.

"Xingchen." He shouted with a sad face.

"Don't act like you're dying in front of me," Xing Chen asked him to speak properly, "or I'll chase you away right now."

"You haven't seen me for so long, don't you have anything to say to me? We have been through separation of life and death, so why do you still treat me like this?" Kuiling said dissatisfiedly.

"What attitude do you want? We hug each other with tears in our eyes?"

Kuiling grinned, "You said so."

"You think beautifully."

"I have been dreaming about beauty for more than a year or two. It was fine if you didn't understand before, but now that you understand, can't you let me be beautiful?"

Xing Chen had no expression on his face, "Go away."