What the hell did the fiance do wrong! [Quick Transmigration]

Compared to the ignorant Black Feather King, Chu Zheng disliked this inexplicable second prince even more.

He greeted the Black Feather King a few times casually, and once he caught the opportunity, he almost chased Chu Rongxuan desperately and beat him desperately.

On the side of the Black Feather King, seeing Chu Zheng fighting with him so carelessly, his heart burst into blood: He did know that Chu Zheng was very strong, but he was also the second person in the devil world after all, never thought that this "second" and The gap between "firsts" is almost insurmountable.

Believe in Chu Rongxuan's evil!

He's weak as hell!

Chu Rongxuan originally just wanted to hide behind the Black Feather King, so that he could fish in troubled waters to get a bargain, but unexpectedly joined the frontal battle.

He didn't have much actual combat experience. Compared with Chu Zheng, who fought his way out in the sea of ​​corpses and blood, his flamboyance was not enough.

Qiao Yiran watched Chu Zheng's violent outburst with amused expression. This guy seemed like a cat whose tail had been stepped on, and the appearance of blowing up was exactly the same.

Moreover, Chu Zheng was also inexplicably scheming, he was very unhappy seeing Chu Rongxuan's sanctimonious appearance, and all his attacks were greeted according to Chu Rongxuan's face.

After all, Chu Rongxuan is the prince of the Dragon Clan. When he first appeared on the stage, he could barely be regarded as personable, dressed well, but now he was hit by Chu Zheng with such precision. No fatal damage, but the most important thing is that it is too embarrassing in front of your subordinates!

A small piece of Chu Rongxuan's hair was scorched by Qiao Yiran's natal spiritual flame, and the left side of his face was swollen directly by Chu Zheng's beating. Seeing that the devilish energy in Chu Zheng's hand was instantly aroused, it went straight to his eyes, He leaned back in embarrassment, barely dodging: "Are you all dead! Hurry up!"

Several warriors of the Dragon Clan are strong, but Qiao Yiran is not a vegetarian as the young master of the Phoenix Clan. He stretched out his hand, and the natal spiritual flame spread out, and the fiery light spread everywhere.

Chu Rongxuan finally got a little respite. Seeing the tacit cooperation between Chu Zheng and Qiao Yiran, he felt a little inexplicable panic: Could it be that the tacit understanding between these two people is really destined? ?

He thought of the prophecy he had glimpsed on the mirror of three lives in the secret realm, and his heart shivered: With the help of the Phoenix Clan, Chu Zheng will return to the Dragon Clan with absolute strength, and when that day really comes, his team will The blood flowed like a river, and there was never a day to turn over!

Chu Rongxuan really doesn't understand why the heavens are so unfair, a lunatic like Chu Zheng can get everything in the end!

The Black Feather King gradually showed signs of decline, and many high-ranking demons were killed or injured. Facing the killing god Chu Zheng, everyone couldn't help but want to run away.

Chu Rongxuan knew in his heart that his plan for today was interrupted by an accident again, and unspeakable annoyance weighed on his heart: Why didn't the Feng clan's army come yet!

The Black Feather King finally couldn't bear it anymore. He stretched out his hand to roll it, and a puff of black smoke came out, trying to take the opportunity to escape, but in the deepest place of the devil world, a burst of terrifying coercion suddenly filled the torn space.

Chu Rongxuan was overjoyed: finally here!

A white light that suppressed the terrifying power shot out. Chu Zheng was caught off guard and spit out a mouthful of blood.

When everyone was shocked, the majestic voice of the head of the Feng Clan sounded, shaking everyone's eardrums: "Demon Dragon, quickly hand over my son!"

After a burst of spatial fluctuations that were so light that they could hardly be felt, the phantom of Qiao Yanhong, the patriarch of the Feng clan, appeared.

All the demons present tensed their nerves almost instantly: this one is a big killer on the battlefield, and there are not many high-level demons who died in his hands, even the previous master of the demons was also It ended under the natal spiritual flame of the Phoenix Clan!

Qiao Yiran was startled suddenly: "Father..."

Chu Zheng gritted his teeth and took a step forward: "Forgive me for not following my orders."

Qiao Yanhong's beautiful and majestic eyes glanced at Chu Zheng without any emotion. The aloof chill made everyone's hearts tremble: "Chu Zheng, the young master of my Feng Clan, I can't let you humiliate me like this!"

Afterwards, he looked at Qiao Yiran: "Yi Ran, don't you even want to disobey my order?"

Qiao Yiran was silent for a while, and finally lowered his head: "Father, the child knows his mistake."

Chu Zheng was in a hurry, he grabbed Qiao Yiran's wrist forcefully: "Qiao Yiran, don't leave!"

Qiao Yanhong's expression became even colder: "No? Why do you not allow it? What qualifications do you have to not allow it?"

Under the suffocating pressure, Chu Zheng glanced at the lit communication stone in his hand, and his face became more and more serious: The [-] Chen soldiers of the Feng clan, led by the elders, have already pressed down on the border of the demon world .

Qiao Yanhong looked at the chaotic scene coldly: "Chu Zheng, you are in danger now, if you still have trouble with the Feng Clan, we will not be polite to you."

Chu Zheng stubbornly grabbed Qiao Yiran's wrist, without fear: "Then let's fight!"

Qiao Yanhong frowned, he glanced at Qiao Yiran, and quickly formed seals in his hands.

Qiao Yiran, who recognized the Feng Clan's secret technique, turned pale in shock: "Father, don't!"

Chu Rongxuan didn't want to miss this rare opportunity at all, and several groups of people fought together again and again, and the wounds on Chu Zheng's body continued to increase one after another.

Qiao Yiran threw the two high-level demons out forcefully, and then met the ball of flowing fire head-on.

Chu Zheng's ghostly figure flashed forward, and the devilish energy in his hands soared, barely blocking Qiao Yanhong's attack.

Facing Qiao Yiran's father, Chu Zheng didn't dare to use too much cruelty, which caused him to be stretched left and right in the battle, and gradually became a little difficult to support.

Qiao Yanhong's projection □□ could not last for too long, he decided to make a quick decision, every shot was filled with thunderous fury, Chu Zheng fought against it bravely, and did not give in.

Qiao Yiran gritted his teeth, the natal spiritual flame in his hand condensed into a line, and hit the chest of another demon accurately.

In the next second, a violent spatial fluctuation spread.

Chu Zheng rushed towards him vigorously, but he only grabbed a piece of empty air, and he couldn't even touch the corner of the opponent's clothes.

The burnt smell of the flames still spread in the messy temple.

Chu Zheng's eyes were bloodshot and his expression was ferocious. He clenched his fists: "Qiao Yiran! You're doing great!"

The darkness in his eyes was filled with rage.

The few demons who were close were unable to dodge in time, and were directly blown into a cloud of blood mist by such strong fluctuations.

Seeing several dragon warriors couldn't help trembling with fear.

Based on the principle of taking advantage of his illness to kill him, Chu Rongxuan rushed forward without mercy.

Seeing today's culprit, Chu Zheng became even more furious, and his subordinates continued to move fiercely, "Damn it!"

Chu Rongxuan knew that Chu Zheng was on the verge of collapse, and he didn't mind adding fuel to the situation: "Come on, Chu Zheng, who do you think you are?"

"Young Master Qiao has a sweetheart for a long time, you don't think you can really win his love, do you?"

After all, Chu Rongxuan smiled provocatively: "That's right, you don't have any information about the Demon Realm, so naturally you won't know these secrets."

Chu Rongxuan's knowing smile instantly hurt Chu Zheng's eyes.

He thought of the sympathetic mark on Qiao Yiran's chest, and still couldn't help but worry about it.

A few sharp glints in his hand shot quickly: "You are courting death!"

Seeing Zhenzhang under his hands, Chu Rongxuan can't beat Chu Zheng, but this does not prevent him from relying on the protection of his subordinates to talk: "Why, this fact hits you where it hurts?"

"Do you really think people can see you?"

Chu Rongxuan thought of a rumor that had been circulating for a long time, and spoke even more vigorously: "Tsk tsk tsk, 1000 years ago, in order to protect his sweetheart, Young Master Qiao was willing to be punished by the cold whip, and was punished by the patriarch of the Feng clan to go to the forbidden ground wall." After thinking about it, even though the Feng clan kept secrets at that time, it was impossible to completely hide it."

The time of "1000 years ago" made Chu Zheng suffocate: it was the most precious part of his memory, which was chewed repeatedly day and night by hundreds of thousands of people, and he dared not forget it.

The movements of Chu Zheng's subordinates paused for a moment, and there were several deep bloodstains on his body, but he didn't seem to feel the pain, let alone rushed towards Chu Rongxuan desperately.

Chu Zheng laughed at himself, feeling that the tip of his tongue was a little bit bitter: it turned out that when he had wishful love for him, he had already had a sweetheart whom he would promise to live and die with.

At that time, when I approached cautiously, tempted while worrying about gains and losses, and showed affection uneasy, did it look like a joke in the eyes of others?

Would he fall in love with someone like this passionately, madly, desperately?

I'm really jealous.

Although he knew that every word Chu Rongxuan said had no good intentions, Chu Zheng still couldn't help feeling the pain in his heart: Even Chu Rongxuan of the Dragon Clan had heard of the existence of this person. What a big mess!

Chu Zheng's mood was very unstable. He knew that his body was on the verge of collapse, but the breath he held in his heart forced him to hold on.

Chu Zheng's scarlet eyes swept over everyone present, with utter madness: "You, you all deserve to die!"

An annihilated black light slowly expanded.

The Black Feather King had a little more experience in dealing with Chu Zheng, and when he saw this situation, he knew that something was wrong, and immediately felt oily on the soles of his feet.

The other high-level people couldn't dodge in time, and they scolded their mothers in their hearts, but they were quickly swallowed up by the unavoidable dark matter, and they couldn't make a sound anymore.

Chu Rongxuan was the first to bear the brunt, and when the pressure of extinction was pushed in front of him in an instant, he suddenly realized that he had underestimated Chu Zheng's strength before!

The precious life-saving talisman bestowed by the elders of the dragon clan was used up in this way, which made Chu Rongxuan's flesh throb with pain.

An extremely precious stand-in puppet exploded, and most of the blood essence from Chu Rong's body was sucked away. The whole figure suddenly shriveled like a vegetable that had lost its moisture. Fleeing from this place of right and wrong.

completely annihilated.

Standing in the middle of the ruins, Chu Zheng numbly looked up at the always foggy sky in the Demon Realm.

Barren, chaotic, where evil and darkness breed.

The sky is big and the earth is big, but there is no place for oneself.

I don't know where to go.

A long and endless life is really boring.

It turns out that no matter how many things he has experienced, how much power he has gained, and how hard he has tried to love someone, he is still like that frightened young man back then——

Nothing, no one to love.

Still alone in the end.