Quick Wear: Another day of being criticized for falling in love at first sight

Chapter 342 The Little Flower Demon Who Died Early in the Immortal Demon Plane 18

When Miaomiao heard what Ling Jiuxiao said, she felt like the sky was falling.

A powerful fire demon who even killed Miao Miao in the original story and hung her up as a pendant, this perverted demon is not only mute but also illiterate! !

If that's the case, why would he travel thousands of miles to harm a little demon like him who doesn't even know him? Do you think you can just throw away all the spiritual weapons you have?

Miaomiao now had countless things she wanted to complain about, but she had to admit in a conflicted way that her life, which she was most worried about, was half saved.

It's a mixed feeling.

How could Ling Jiuxiao not see the hesitation in Miaomiao's eyes? His heart tightened, but no matter how distressed he was, he would double his compensation in the future.

But now, what he wanted was to shackle this inexperienced little demon within his sphere of influence and slowly devour him.

Thinking of this, he hummed softly, diverting Miaomiao's attention from the fire demon that had just been beaten to pieces and could not be dispersed any further to himself.

With his beloved audience, Ling Jiuxiao's performance became more natural.

He seemed to have exhausted all his strength after talking to Miaomiao. His tall body shook violently, and he knelt on one knee in front of Miaomiao. His knee hit the ground heavily, splashing a small amount of dust.

Only then did Miaomiao realize that on Ling Jiuxiao's face, beads of sweat the size of beans were sliding down from his forehead and temples, rolling down his well-defined face to the ground.

Some of them hit the ground, creating small pits, while others went down his neck and into his collar.

At the moment when Ling Jiuxiao knelt down exhausted, the protective shield made of the other party's spiritual power also shattered.

Seeing this, Miaomiao no longer cared about the gains and losses before. If the son of luck was killed because of a battle, then her own plane would lose both the wife and the army.

As soon as the protective shield was broken, Miaomiao rushed over and supported Ling Jiuxiao's shaky body.

His body was heavy and hot at this moment, like a burning flame. The heat passed through his clothes and reached Miaomiao's arms, making her even more worried.

Ling Jiuxiao lowered his eyes and breathed lightly, but deep in his eyes, which Miaomiao didn't notice, there was a deep sense of satisfaction.

She cared about him, and this knowledge made him feel that even if he got hurt more, it would not diminish the value of this happiness.

Of course he had to do the whole show, and this time, he was ruthless.

Not only did he intentionally hurt himself, but he even willingly allowed the poisonous inflammation that he had scoffed at in the past to invade his body.

The poisonous fire was like a greedy little snake, wreaking havoc in his meridians, bringing waves of burning pain. Every bit of pain was like a test for him, but he was willing to bear it.

Because he knew very well that only by putting himself in such a desperate situation could he make Miaomiao believe that everything that happened was true.

This is also the price he should pay for deceiving Miaomiao, a tiny bit of "interest".

Miaomiao looked at Ling Jiuxiao, whose face was as pale as paper and whose lips had lost their color. She supported him nervously, not knowing what to do.

After a long time, Ling Jiuxiao finally squeezed out a sound from his dry throat, and slowly told Miaomiao the cruel fact that he was injured and infected with the inflammation poison.

"I'm causing trouble for you."

Ling Jiuxiao struggled to raise his head and looked at Miaomiao beside him, looking guilty.

Miaomiao quickly shook her head, waiting for him to make follow-up arrangements.

"It's safe there now...

Miaomiao, please help me into the cave to rest."

Miaomiao, who already knew that the Flame Demon had been killed, nodded when she heard this, and lifted up Ling Jiuxiao's heavy body with force, helping him into the Flame Demon's lair.

After entering, I found that the entire cave seemed to have lost its source of vitality. The heat that could be felt from the outside has now dissipated like the receding tide.

The air in the cave was no longer so hot and thin, but instead revealed its true appearance.

This turned out to be an extremely luxurious residence of a demon. It’s not that the decoration was so good, but there were really a lot of gold, silver and jewelry everywhere.

The gold still had an enchanting luster under the gradually dimming firelight. Even though Miaomiao was a demon now, she couldn't help but feel fond of things.

Around the gold, silver, and jewelry, scattered around were various spiritual weapons, including staffs emitting mysterious light, swords with strange shapes, and even high-grade demon-like spiritual weapons suspended in mid-air, just like the Stone Dome Pavilion before...

How should I put it? There were so many things that even Miaomiao, a little flower fairy with a good family background, couldn't help but spit on them.

With Miaomiao's support, Ling Jiuxiao walked steadily to a glowing practice mat and sat down. Then, with Miaomiao's help, he took out an anti-poison pill from his Qiankun bag and swallowed it.

The pill melted in the mouth, and the cool breath went down the throat, slightly relieving the burning sensation caused by the inflammation and poison.

Only after his breathing gradually stabilized did he look up at Miaomiao's eyes, which had been staring at the spiritual weapon for a long time. Although his voice was weak, it was very serious.

“Take whatever you want from this Fire Demon’s lair.

It has committed many evil deeds, and the owners of these spiritual tools and even the money are probably gone, so you can take them."

Ling Jiuxiao spoke sincerely, looking at Miaomiao with a deep and firm gaze.

But he didn't tell Miaomiao that these were actually the things he had spent a lot of money to throw into the Flame Demon's lair.

After all, the show had to be complete. The Flame Demon was extremely poor. There was nothing in the entire cave except the demon corpses. There were only two or three medium-grade magic weapons at most, and he broke most of them with just one sword.

Therefore, during the fight, Ling Jiuxiao intentionally threw about one-third of the spiritual weapons and various gold, silver and jewelry in his Qiankun bag that were useful to Miaomiao but could not escape from him into the nest.

He also cast magic on those magical weapons, with the word "Yan" written on them.