Tragic death in the previous life: After rebirth, the sickly prince pampers her every night

"Beat Yaohua to death, kill Yaohua, beat her, peel her skin, chop her hands, kill, kill, kill..."

Yang Susu: “…”

He seemed to be tired of shouting, so he stroked his white beard and continued, "Girl, if your man helps me kill him, then I will forgive him for instigating his men to kick me and send me flying."

Suddenly, the Demon Lord's thousands of black silk threads touched Yao Hua, and instantly wrapped around Yao Hua's body, as if to swallow her up.

The old man with flying head beside him was even more excited: "Hahaha, good, good, just like that, kill her with magic energy, good..."

He slapped his thigh like an old naughty boy.

Yang Susu rubbed her ears.

This old man is too noisy. I should have let him take a nap for a while.

In fact, she wanted to save him first, and then meditate to repair her own spirit and body.

Suddenly, Yaohua shouted loudly, shattering the thousands of black threads.

The old man slapped his thigh hard and frowned: "Oh, how could she escape? This Yaohua is too cunning, what a pity."

"Do it again, my dear husband. Do that move again."

Then, he shouted loudly: "The girl's husband, come on, beat this vicious and mean fairy to death, come on, come on..."

The Demon Lord turned his head and glanced at the old man with flying head. Perhaps it was the old man's words "the girl's husband" that made the Demon Lord's mouth curl up.

He nodded towards the old man.

Yang Susu saw that the Demon Lord really used the same move again.

Yang Susu: “…”

She rubbed her temples and said with a smile: "Senior, I want to meditate and restore my spiritual power and body."

The old man with flying head stared at the battle between Lord Demon and Yao Hua in front of him without blinking, and did not even look at Yang Susu, and said: "Okay, girl, you sit down and meditate to restore your spiritual power."

Yang Susu closed her eyes, and suddenly heard the old man's excited voice again: "Yes, that's how you beat her, blow her head off."

Yang Susu: “…”

It seems that Lord Demon is quite capable of dealing with Yao Hua, so she doesn't have to worry anymore.

Moreover, this senior has been locked up in the magic tower for thousands of years, all by himself, so it is rare for him to be in a good mood.

A smile appeared on Yang Susu's lips.

Because not only the old man beside her was noisy, but also Hai Lingling in the Three Lives Stone was noisy.

Hai Lingling stood by the spiritual lake of the Three-Life Stone, shouting towards the sky: "Sister, please let me out quickly, I can fight too."

She also took out many talismans and pills from her cloth bag and held them in her hands: "Sister, look, these talismans and pills of mine are very powerful, they will definitely be able to help."

"Sister, please don't leave me alone in this safe place."

"I'm not a vase. I have hands and feet. I also need to enrich my combat experience."

"elder sister......"

The sun was still quite strong at Sansheng Stone today. She shouted towards the sky while wiping the sweat from her forehead.

Yang Susu: “…”

"Lingling, drink some spiritual water to quench your thirst. It's nice outside and everyone is having a great time. Wuying is now using Chilian to strangle the goat-bearded monster he's fighting with and playing in the sky."

"Ling'er, don't worry, I've closed the Three Lives Stone, so don't shout anymore."

"Next, I won't be able to hear you even if you scream at the top of your lungs, dear."

After Yang Susu finished speaking, she observed Hai Lingling for a while, and she said to herself: "Okay, then I won't shout. I'm just worried about you guys."

"Especially that big fool Wu Ying, he still has injuries on his body."

"If the battle was too brutal and the wound opened, then..."

Hai Lingling sighed: "Oh, forget it, I've been shouting for so long, I'm dying of thirst."

She squatted down and gulped down the spiritual water.

"Wow, the spiritual water here is really good."

Yang Susu closed the Three Life Stone with confidence, sealed off her five senses, and began to meditate to repair her spiritual energy.

As for the injury on her shoulder, she had just taken medicine, and Yang Susu had a special physique, so it was estimated that it would not take long for the injury on her shoulder to heal.

On the other side, the tree demon in a red robe and disheveled hair was fighting fiercely with the little tree demon.

"Are you a dryad too?"

After the red-robed man exchanged blows with the little tree demon, he said contemptuously, "What kind of tree are you?"

"I am the Fanluo tree in Fairy Yaohua's fairyland. My branches and leaves are very beautiful. I can grow many red leaves, like red butterflies."

Then he gathered a stream of red magic energy in his hand, which turned into a red butterfly, fluttering its red wings, very beautiful.

A scornful smile appeared on the corner of Fanluo's mouth: "Of course, a country bumpkin like you definitely doesn't know about great monsters like us."

The little tree demon had an evil smile on his face: "You? Big demon? Where's your face?"

"What is the Fanluo tree? Where is that thing from? This demon has never heard of it."

The Fanluo tree demon was playing with the red butterfly in his hand, which was transformed from the demonic energy. "So, you are a country bumpkin, so naturally you don't know about the advanced species like the Fanluo tree."

"Higher species? Why do you look like a pheasant in all the red you're wearing?"

The little tree demon thought for a moment and shook his head: "Even pheasants are not as red as you. Hey, I don't know what you look like."

The scornful smile on Fanluo's tree demon's face froze, and his expression darkened.

In Fairy Yaohua's fairyland, no one can speak his words.

I didn't expect to be attacked by the little tree demon now.

The red evil spirit in his palm became more and more intense, and the red butterfly was crushed by him.

"It's really like this. A monster without aesthetic sense is not worthy of living in this world."

"I am going to rip off all the leaves of you, my little tree demon, and turn you into a bald head. Then I will kill you. Is that okay?"

Before he finished speaking, the red demonic energy in the hands of the Fanluo tree demon suddenly grew larger, and finally formed a huge red light ball, which hit the little tree demon.

The little tree demon shook his flowing green hair, and the smile on his face became even more evil: "Since you want to be bald so much, then this demon will fulfill your wish."

Countless vines moved towards the red ball. When the vines of the little tree demon touched the red ball, a mysterious smile appeared on the corner of Fanluo's mouth. He snapped his fingers, and the red ball instantly turned into a bunch of red butterflies.