Chapter 175

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Fu Huaiyu led her own team and desperately suppressed her anger and disappointment. Under the cedar in front of their eyes, there was only a demon with a stubborn knot and a broken arm.

When they hurriedly chased them, Ye Peitian had already walked away through Yellow Sand and the demon that Fu Huaiyu had risked to find was covered with marks, and had lost the ability to fight.　

“This time, you acted too rashly. You didn’t wait for our cooperation. You thought that you could fight them with your own strength.” Fu Huaiyu suppressed her anger, “In fact, as long as you were willing to cooperate with us, you have got the blood of the human-demon. How can you do such a thing?”

Yu Yu looked dilapidated. Fu Huaiyu said a lot. She even began to consider whether to take this opportunity to kill the demon that was already in the late stage of the tenth order in front of her. 

The staggered tree branches suddenly stretched out and grabbed Fu Huaiyu.

In Fu Huaiyu’s enlarged pupil, one of her summon beasts jumped out of the ground and blocked in front of her, replacing her crushed fate.

As she stepped back in panic, the pale demon in the dark smiled, and countless branches quickly crawled on the surface of the jungle. It grabbed two saints who could not escape, bound their bodies, and wrapped them high in the air.　　

In the shrill screams, the demon’s beautiful eyes kept smiling, but the jaws cracked and grew longer, incredibly hanging at ninety degrees, and stuffed the saints he grabbed his mouth.　

Then he closed the huge and deformed mouth and slowly recovered his human body. The broken arm slowly grew a white arm from the cut sleeve, and the naked pale arm even from the pocket of the clothing pulled out a handkerchief. He wiped the blood on the corner of his mouth gracefully.　

“Huh, boring and dirty human beings,” he snorted softly, glanced at everyone like they were his enemy and turned slowly away.　　

Fu Huaiyu’s palm clenched a tree trunk beside her. She gritted her teeth in anger and broke off a piece of sawdust from the trunk with unwillingness.　

“Huaiyu, forget it, the demon’s character is so uncertain. We should not provoke it easily,” one of the members of the church dissuaded her. No one wanted to die in front of the tenth-order demon.　　

Fu Huaiyu’s jaw twitched and her teeth rattled, desperately suppressing her facial expression so that it would not be distorted too much, “Find… find a room, I need to confess my mistakes to God.”

Among the barren ruins in a dilapidated building left over from the golden age, the sound of a leather whip breaking through clearly sounded.

The Shennai people were far away, for fear of accidentally irritating the captain who was already on the verge of emotional breakdown.

In the empty room where no one was, the beautiful priest who was incomparable knelt down on the ground and masochistically slapped her back. She shivered and stared at the ground, with sweat dripping from her twisted face. She muttered to herself, “I was wrong, father, forgive me, it’s all…my fault.”

Whenever her emotions were difficult to control, only the painful memories of her childhood deep in her mind could make her recover sober and calm. For Fu Huaiyu, this world was crazy, and only a crazy way could make her sober to survive.

“Wow! It turns out that the arrogant and beautiful Miss Huaiyu knows her sins in her heart?”

In the window of the room, sat a young and handsome man. He had short blond hair and sat on the window sill with his legs bent. He could relax and laugh with a smile, with a jade-like face like an elf.　　

Fu Huaiyu jumped up from the ground at once, hurriedly put on clothes and tightened the neckline, “Who is it? Looking for death, how did you come in?!” Her most terrible secret was peeped by others, and this person must die.　　

“How did I get in?” Sitting on the window sill, Ah Xiao crossed his fingers, leaned against his hands, and looked at her with interest, “I was here for a long time but waited for you to finish.”

“Come here, come out!” Fu Huaiyu shouted loudly. Answering her was only silence. The teammates who should be not far from the door did not respond to her call. The team members she brought were all battle-hardened warriors, and even the most powerful enemies couldn’t resist at all, but they disappeared silently.　　

Behind Ah Xiao was a dark world, a grassy earth, black stones piled dry and cracked, a deserted sky with a blood-red eye hanging.　　

Countless black liquids flowed down from the man’s slender white fingertips. Those black liquids, like snakes, generally crawled down the window sill, twisted and flowed across the ground, toward Fu Huaiyu.