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Qiao Qiao still carefully stepped through the door, only hearing a "peng!". With a sound, the stone door was tightly shut.

It was as if there was a different scene inside the door. The area in front of him was indiscernible, and thick smoke was rising from all directions. It was impossible to see his fingers in front of him.

"The art of death?" Joe still took a small step forward and called out in a low voice, "Where are you?"

A faint echo resounded throughout the empty secret room.

"The art of death?" cried Joe, still walking.

"BOOM ~!" Suddenly, there was a loud bang in front of her. Qiao Qiao was still surprised, suddenly, a pair of fiery red eyes stood upright in front of her.

"The Art of Immolation!" Qiao Qiao continued to look at the man standing in front of him, his face filled with joy. "Are you alright?" She quickly walked forward, but she did not sense that something was wrong with the technique.

His eyes were red, and his silver fox mask made his face even more dark and red. Seeing Qiao'er's figure getting closer and closer, he couldn't help but clench his hands and then quickly put them down.

"How is it? Has the poison been forced out? " Qiao Qiao who was just two steps away from the technique stopped and asked with concern.

Fang Xing did not reply, but his Adam's apple rolled up and down. Then he raised his hand and held Qiao's seemingly delicate body tightly in his bosom. He rubbed her as if he wanted to rub her into his own body.

"You …" Qiao Qiao's throat still throbbed. He raised his hands in an attempt to push him away, but he could do nothing as he hugged him tighter and did not give Qiao Qiao the slightest opportunity to struggle.

If he had known that his good intentions in coming here today would be to be eaten by others, Qiao Qiao still wouldn't have wanted to come here even after she was beaten to death!

"The Art of Immolation!" Qiao Qiao still shouted with slight anger, "I am Qiao Yifan! You can clearly see who I am!" Joe still thought he was mistaken, she cried.

Just as he was about to let go of Qiao Qiao's hand and assume that he had returned to normal, his palm attached to Qiao Qiao's chest and pulled hard. There was an ear-piercing tearing sound, and Joe's smooth skin was exposed, leaving only a small red apron on his body.

Pan Fu was stunned for a few seconds, but his eyes were bloodshot again. He didn't wait for Qiao Qiao to react. With a wave of his hand, the two of them collapsed onto the ice bed.

"I'll kill you, you son of a b * tch!" Qiao Qiao still cursed out loud. This was clearly a situation where an overlord was forced into a bow. If she didn't run now, she would really be a fool.

His powerful body pressed down on Qiao Qiao violently, and his palms insolently probed about in Qiao Qiao's undergarment.

"Nie Fen, let go of me. I'm twenty-eight years old, and I'm also Huang Hua's daughter. I haven't even seen you before, so I don't want to lose my face to you." Joe was still struggling and cursing.

However, this struggle only made the technique even more excited. It did not have the slightest intention of stopping. Instead, it became even more intense as it reached out to rip off Qiao Qiao's neck.

"Bastard, you heartless ingrate. I have come to see you out of kindness, yet you still treat me this way!" No matter how strong Qiao Qiao was, he could not be stubborn. He was a martial arts expert who had practiced martial arts for more than ten years. He could only be on the upper hand in words.

Perhaps it was because he was annoyed by her loud voice, but he bent over and pressed down with his two thin lips, not leaving the slightest gap between them.

"Ugh …" Joe was still about to open his mouth to curse, but Death took the opportunity to stick his tongue into Joe's mouth. It was silky and sweet, and his lips were twined.

Joe's eyes were still wide open. Her first kiss … She had not expected that she would lose him in such a situation. With a resolute heart, she opened her mouth and ruthlessly bit at the tongue that was wantonly robbing every inch of land in her mouth.

A stream of sweet and sweet liquid flowed into the two people's mouths. Qiao Qiao still stared blankly at the sign in front of him. He did not even blink, but his blood-red eyes recovered a little bit of indifference.

"Get out!" He rolled over and lay down on the other side of the ice bed, still yelling at Joe.

"You …" Qiao Qiao's face was still filled with anger. He immediately got up and grabbed the clothes that were scattered on the ground, randomly putting them on. Just as he was about to curse out loud, he suddenly noticed that something was wrong with the technique.

"You have Qi deviation?" Qiao Qiao shouted in panic.

"Get out!" He pressed both hands against the top of his head, as if he was trying to keep his consciousness.

"But you …" Qiao Qiao who had wanted to curse every single one of the 18 generations of the ancestors who were still in the middle of practicing was now filled with worry.

"Scram, get out!" Otherwise, if something happens again, don't blame me! " Nie Yan threatened with a pained expression.

"Tell me, how can I help you?" Hearing those words, Qiao Qiao still took two steps back. However, she did not leave. After all, the appearance of the technique was due to her.

"Scram!" the Death's Head shouted.

"I'll find someone to help you treat your injuries!" Qiao once again turned around and ran towards the door, but before he could reach the door, his clear eyes were bloodshot again. He flew up and charged fiercely in the direction Qiao Qiao was at.

Qiao Qiao still had one hand on the stone door, feeling the presence of something heavy behind her, she turned her head to see the Killing technique flying straight towards her. Qiao Qiao still had one hand on the stone door, feeling the presence of something heavy behind her, turning her head to look, only to see the Killing technique flying straight towards her.

Ah!" Zi Ran, who was guarding the door, couldn't help but scream when she saw her palace master and the emperor both fall to the ground, their clothes disheveled as they hugged each other.

"Zi Ran!" Qiao Qiao who was still pressed down by the Art of Death cried out with difficulty, "The Art of Death went berserk."

Only now did Zi Ran react, she forcefully pulled on the incantation that was still unconscious on Qiao Qiao's body, sat by the stone door and helped him circulate his true energy.

"Pfft ~ ~!" However, in the time it took for an incense stick to burn, Zi Ran spat out a mouthful of blood.

"Are you okay?" Qiao Qiao immediately went forward to support Zi Ran.

"Your Majesty, this subordinate is incompetent and unable to save the Asgard Mistress. I hope that Your Majesty can bring the Asgard Mistress to the garden in the rear courtyard and ask for the Four Protectors to personally step in and help the Asgard Mistress out of this difficult situation." Zi Ran said weakly.

"What about you?" Qiao Qiao still looked at Zi Ran with a face full of worry.

"This subordinate is fine. I'll be fine after a few days of quiet cultivation, but I ask the emperor to keep the matter of the Palace Mistress's injuries to himself. Besides the four protectors, no one else in the palace is to know." Zi Ran reminded him.

"Alright, I understand. Have a good rest." Qiao Qiao still carefully put down the Violet Firmament. He extended his arm to embrace the unconscious Nie Fen and stood up. He then walked towards the garden in the backyard that Zi Ran had pointed out.