Villain: Forced to accept a marriage contract at the beginning

Feeling exhausted, Zhu Mo, who was about to faint, was awakened by Xiao Zhao's roar.

Gathering the strength of the Demon God's arm on his right hand, he forcefully broke free from Qi Wei's hand.

But Qi Wei's lips still trembled in front of him, chanting a spell.

A weird smile curled up at the corner of his mouth.

Swah...

A loud, sharp sound pierced the sky.

The head that was still fighting Han Ningchu just now flew over. The head was spinning rapidly, and the airflow around him formed a huge circular whirling blade.

Before Zhu Mo could move, he quickly passed by.

Blood splashed in the air, and a long and thin line of sweat could not help but run across Zhu Mo's forehead.

Looking at his severed forearm in the air, a trace of anger flashed across his eyes.

The corners of Qi Wei's mouth curled up strongly, with a smug expression.

I thought that Zhu Mo's face should continue to be angry, but I never thought that an inexplicable smile appeared on his handsome face.

Although he was puzzled, Qi Wei's curse did not stop.

Qi Wei thought to himself that this child is probably hurting and stupid, and he can still laugh when he is about to be taken away.

The weakness of this technique is that it takes a long time to chant the mantra, and now it is still about ten seconds before Zhu Mo's young and strong body can be used by him.

Thinking of this, the corners of Qi Wei's mouth couldn't stop rising.

But it didn't take long for him to be happy, Zhu Mo's severed arm waved towards him.

The severed half of the bone was stuffed directly into Qi Wei's mouth with flesh and blood.

The mouth that had been chanting the spell stopped abruptly, and Qi Wei looked at Zhu Mo in front of him in disbelief.

The hard bone in the mouth scratched the pain in the mouth, and the sweet blood flowed down the teeth.

Qi Wei never imagined that Zhu Mo would be so frenzied that he blocked himself from reciting a mantra with his broken arm.

When Qi Wei was surprised, Zhu Mo took the opportunity to escape.

Qi Wei reacted subconsciously and kicked Zhu Mo away.

Wiping the blood on his mouth casually, Qi Wei's face turned pale: "Damn..."

"red and black!"

Han Ningchu looked at Zhu Mo with worry and distress in his beautiful eyes, with anxiety on his face.

But immediately turned his gaze to Qi Wei, and the anxiety on his face was swept away, replaced by ice-cold anger.

The whole face was covered by a thick haze, so murderous that people dare not look directly at it.

Qi Wei noticed that Han Ningchu's gaze froze for a moment.

In this moment of bewilderment, she had already appeared in front of his eyes.

Before she could dodge, her straight fist hit Qi Wei straight in the face.

The burning pain spread from the cheekbones and hit the brain directly.

He staggered back a few steps before gaining a foothold, the punch made his nose collapse, his head was buzzing, and there were stars in front of his eyes.

Han Ningchu would not give him a chance to adjust his state, the next wave of offensive hit.

Qi Wei blocked Han Ningchu's fist with his hands in front of his chest, and was knocked back several meters.

Then the whip kicked Han Ningchu's kneecap, although it hit, it didn't affect Han Ningchu's balance at all.

It was like kicking an iron plate, but kicked my own foot a little painfully.

Han Ningchu kicked Qi Wei's lower abdomen again, Qi Wei had no choice but to dodge the attack.

Immediately afterwards, Han Ningchu kicked with his right foot in a gesture of sweeping thousands of troops, and went straight to Qi Wei's face.

Qi Wei crossed his arms to block, but felt a huge force from his wrist accompanied by the sound of bones breaking.

The pain made Qi Wei break out with piercing cold sweat.

Thinking of pulling away quickly, he flew away with Han Ningchu's strength.

Before flying a little distance, he was mercilessly grabbed by the neckline by Han Ningchu.

"Where do you want to go?" Han Ningchu's eyes flashed with a bloodthirsty fierce light.

Qi Wei was shocked by the murderous Qi Wei for a moment, his pupils dilated involuntarily.

Han Ningchu clenched his fists tightly, and with a strong punch, he swung fiercely at Qi Wei's blood-stained face.

click...

"Wow..." Qi Wei spat out a mouthful of thick blood, his eyes became a little dull.

But immediately the corners of his mouth raised, and he yelled indistinctly, "Damn it, go to hell!"

A head quickly flew over Han Ningchu, he opened his mouth, and countless black pieces of paper fell out from it.

The pieces of paper slowly floated in the air and fell slowly.

Han Ningchu had seen this thing before when they first fought.

This thing will explode soon, and its power is not small at all.

Qi Wei, who was finally free to cast spells, hurriedly took out a paper talisman from his arms and pasted it on his body, emitting a faint golden light.

boom!

A piece of black paper in the sky exploded, and then other black papers began to explode one after another.

There were explosions one after another in an instant, and countless fireballs bloomed like fireworks.

Qi Wei was sent flying a few feet away and fell to the ground.

He was not harmed because of the amulet.

After being punched by Han Ningchu a few times, he propped his palms on the ground and got up with difficulty, wiping the blood stains on his face with his dirty cuffs.

He just moved the corner of his mouth slightly, and there was a sharp pain on his whole face, and he immediately showed a sinister smile: "Hiss... Sure enough, even I can't stand this woman up close."

"It's just that you're going to be blown into meat."

Qi Wei looked at the explosion scene in front of him, still a little worried, so he controlled a few heads and continued to attack.

He hasn't been this embarrassed for a long time.

All this is really thanks to Han Ningchu and...

young master.

Taking advantage of the time when Han Ningchu had just grabbed Qi Wei and beat him up, Xiao Zhao took advantage of the chaos and gave him Zhu Mo's severed arm.

There was some crying in the voice: "What should I do, young master!"

Zhu Mo put the broken arm together, and began to repair it with the blessing of the goddess.

It's just that the healing ability has not yet achieved the effect of quick repair.

He looked up at the sky, and found that the red sun was about to set, showing an inexplicable smile: "It's coming soon."