The Blackened Male Lead Needs to Be Pampered

A wicked smile flashed across Sang Jian's eyes.

Suddenly, she rushed towards the scepter as fast as she could, and lifted the scepter away with a big claw. It flew to the corner and hit the wall before stopping.

The witch can't use magic without her wand.

She couldn't take such a big scepter away, so she could only get it slowly.

Under the angry look of the witch, Sanjian returned to the original place, dragged the roster on the floor and ran out of the house.

I have to peel off your skin today!

The witch roared angrily as she walked towards the corner and picked up her scepter.

When they chased them out, they saw Sangmi dragging the roster and running towards the fire that had not been extinguished.

Damn rat, come back here!

The witch raised her staff and muttered an incomprehensible spell.

Click!

A bolt of lightning suddenly struck Sang Jian.

The light from the thunder and lightning flashed in Sang Jian's eyes. San Jian didn't react for a moment and just caught the lightning bolt.

The roster she was dragging was already heavy. Before she could let go, her whole body was pulled by the weight of the roster, and she was also split.

She lost her balance and fell to the ground and rolled over.

hiss……

Damn, this thing still hurts!

Despite this, her other hand did not let go.

Protect the flower slave and his natal ball fiercely.

Hua Nu emerged from her tiger's mouth and asked worriedly, Are you okay?

Although I had some doubts that this ugly thing had bad intentions when she came to save him, I was still a little worried when I saw her being bullied by a witch.

If you can't destroy it, forget it. Let's run first. My natal ball is already here anyway. Hua Nu said.

That roster does hold it back a bit.

We will never come to this place again. All the things that should be destroyed must be destroyed.

Sanjian got up from the ground.

... Hua Nu looked at her blankly.

What do you mean you won't come back?

She wasn't going to hand him over to the witch, was she?

Without giving Hua Nu any time to think, the witch behind him strode after her.

He immediately reminded: Go quickly!

Sang Jian continued to drag up the roster and ran away without looking back.

Ah... the human body is better.

When it becomes something like this, you can't hit it, you can only make a hole for nothing.

Having said that, didn’t Yiyuan say that this world is very safe?

What a waste of safety!

Sang Jian complained bitterly in his heart.

Seeing that she was still struggling to her death, the witch snorted coldly: She is thick-skinned and thick-skinned. Let me see if you can take the second move!

She raised her staff again and muttered a spell.

Sang Jian glanced back at her, then immediately looked back.

Seeing a raging fire in front of him, Sang Jian used all his strength to throw the roster in his hand into the fire.

Without these books, I wonder how you will pretend to be an old witch in the future!

The fire engulfed the roster in an instant.

The witch's eyes were on fire, but she completed the spell.

There was a click, and another bolt of lightning struck Sang Jian directly.

Get away! Hua Nu shouted anxiously.

As soon as he finished shouting these words, Hua Nu felt that his body was vacated, as if something ugly had let him go...

He fell to the ground holding his natal ball.

Fortunately, there were some dead branches and leaves on the ground, so it didn't hurt.

Hua Nu thought that Sang Jian was injured again, so she climbed up with difficulty while holding her natal ball.

Suddenly, the natal ball was taken away.

Before he could react, a soft little hand held him and led him to run away.

The natal ball blocked Hua Nu's complete view. He followed his own hand and saw a small hand about the same size as himself, white and tender, and then a body wrapped in a piece of rag...

Who is this?