The saint spoke with heavy breathing and her teeth were tightly clenched.
But Ranran did not hear a trace of weakness or obvious pain.
Even though the chains grew out of her flesh and blood, the saint had no intention of bowing to the devil.
The Demon Lord walked forward and gently placed his large palm on the Saint's cheek, only for the Saint to turn her head away in disdain.
The Demon Lord stood up with an indifferent face, and his black sleeves like flowing water gently brushed the saint's cheek, bringing a damp feeling like black mist.
Ran Ran saw him stroking the fingers that had just touched the saint's cheek with an expressionless face, and then whispered.
"You won't feel any pain if you don't struggle, but apparently..."
"You've never been like this."
The next second, the Demon Lord tightly grasped the Saint's chin and narrowed his eyes as if examining her.
"The pain of this chain on other people is no less than being cut into pieces by a thousand knives, but for you... it shouldn't be that painful."
"After all, you are very good at enduring pain."
The saint struggled hard, but the demon's fingers were as hard as iron, holding her tightly, making her unable to move.
"You have been willful since you were little, and I didn't restrain you. I let you do whatever you want, which is why you have developed such a reckless personality."
"But dear, everything has a limit."
"You want to kill everyone here today, and I will stop you no matter what."
The saint's gaze was extremely cold, like a blade cutting every inch of the demon lord's skin.
Even though she was under the control of the Demon Lord at the moment, every word that came out of her mouth still carried the same arrogance as before.
"I was short-sighted in the past and didn't see that you are a kind-hearted savior."
"Old Xuanyuan's position as the leader of the righteous path should be given to you!"
Those were clearly words of resentment, but the trembling in her last tone made Qin Siyi's eyes instantly red.
He had never heard the Saint speak in such a weak tone.
It must be really painful...
The snow exploded, and Qin Siyi was standing in front of the saint with red eyes and bare hands.
Perhaps he was so angry that he couldn't remember any of the magic weapons the Saint gave him for a moment. He just stood between the Demon Lord and the Saint with a fearless attitude.
The Demon Lord's voice came with the wind and snow, and his slender finger pointed directly at Qin Siyi, "You are just a plaything, and you dare to compete with me?" As he spoke, Qin Siyi's body was floating uncontrollably.
Qin Siyi burst into crazy laughter, tears welling up in the corners of his red eyes, "Playing with a pet?! Playing with a pet is a thousand times better than being a hypocrite like you! You don't deserve the Saint's appreciation of you!"
"What Demon Lord? I think it's bullshit!"
When a beautiful woman is furious, even at the critical moment of life and death, she is like a gorgeous flower in full bloom, with a breathtaking beauty.
The tears in his eyes and the reason why he cried were because he knew what the Demon Lord said was true.
To His Highness, he is just a plaything.
Your Highness will never treat him equally as he treats Shen Yanwen.
But even if it was just a plaything... tears rolled down Qin Siyi's eyes, like dewdrops on the overlapping flower petals, and he accepted it.
His entire life existed only because of His Highness.
The Demon Lord channeled more spiritual energy with an expressionless face, and Qin Siyi immediately spat out a large mouthful of blood.
Even someone as powerful as the Saint could not avoid being seriously injured when being imprisoned by the Demon Lord's Soul-Locking Chain, let alone Qin Siyi.
With just one strike, the moment several chains emerged from his flesh and blood, his life was already at the end.
When his figure became transparent, he smiled instead. In that smile there was relief, happiness, and reluctance to leave the saint.
He carefully took out the magic weapon and spiritual treasure given to him by the saint from his heart and threw them all onto the ice like withered petals. A huge amount of spiritual energy rushed up into the sky, forcing the Demon Lord to retreat, and a trace of blood appeared on his straight lips.
Ran Ran frowned as he watched, and felt that strange abnormal feeling again. Qin Siyi's desperate attack only injured the Demon Lord, and did not make him unable to move, so the next second the Demon Lord tightened his palm, and the Saint immediately let out a suppressed cry of pain.
The chain that came out of her heart contracted the most violently, as if it was going to pull her heart out directly.
The saint's exposed skin was covered with strange red marks.
"don't want!"
Two completely different voices sounded at the same time.
Luo Jinghua used his fingers as a sword to cut the artery, and the gushing blood spilled onto the snow, emitting a golden glow.
Yun Qingxi gasped as she watched, "This guy is also going to die!"
Qin Siyi had already taken advantage of the Demon Lord's relaxed mind to pounce at the feet of the Saint, and tried to pull out the chains that had penetrated into his flesh with his bare hands. He refused to let go even though his finger bones were corroded by the Demon Lord's power and were exposed to the bone.
"What a touching loyalty." The Demon Lord steadied himself and wiped the blood from his lips with an indifferent expression.
The Demon Lord looked at Luo Jinghua and Qin Siyi with interest. "One is burning his life, and the other is not willing to die. Guess which one of you will impress her?"
Qin Siyi said angrily: "I am not like a villain like you! I never need His Highness to be impressed by me!"
"Really?" The Demon Lord laughed joyfully.
The saint weakly raised her blood-soaked eyelashes, her face as pale as paper.
"…You really want to kill me…"
The Demon Lord lowered his eyelashes upon hearing this, "Didn't I tell you that between him and me..." He pointed his slender finger directly at Ran Ran, "You can only choose one."
"You have made your choice, and you must pay the price for it."
The Saint chuckled, and every rise and fall of her chest was accompanied by the vibration of the chains, "I realized today that you are different from them."
The Demon Lord said indifferently: "Yes, I have never been unrequited to you." As he spoke, he suddenly spread out his five fingers, and the chains that had been pulled out of the saint's body suddenly tightened, hanging the saint's body high up as if to show the world a sinner.
A stunning crucifixion painting.
The saint's breathing was barely audible, and her fragility at the brink of death turned into a kind of breathtaking beauty. Spiritual energy surged in her hands, and her bloodstained fingertips took all her strength to lightly touch her brows. A flash of dazzling red disappeared in an instant.
At the same time, Ranran felt a burning heat and pain on his forehead.
Red marks between eyebrows? The Saint also has them?!
What exactly is Wu Ning planning? What is the connection between the Saint and her? !
It seemed as if a force completely opposite to Ranran's own strength surged into his forehead. A huge pain came over him, and Ranran felt as if his head was being torn apart inch by inch.
Her mind and soul were shaken, and even Shen Yanwen's body felt the pain coming from her soul.
Everything in sight turned bright red in the blink of an eye. Ran Ran bent down in pain. When he raised his head and opened his eyes again, he saw the saint shaking the blood-stained chains into sparks all over the sky.
The white robe around her was tattered due to the shock of spiritual energy. She stepped barefoot on the ice and snow, and her exposed skin was even whiter and more translucent than the ice and snow.
The saint stood up slowly. No one knew what she did. They could only barely see that the pain seemed to suddenly disappear from her body.
"That's natural. You raised me, so it's reasonable for you to want to get everything in return."
"There is only one thing that is different between you and me... You still like to test human nature."
The saint wiped the blood from the corner of her lips with a smile, and suddenly, a complex formation covering the entire mountain appeared on the ice beneath her feet.
Ran Ran's pupils suddenly shrank, so this is...
The real mountainless formation!
The white runes flowing in the formation suddenly shot up into the sky and surrounded the Demon Lord in an instant. With the continuous flow of spiritual power from the Saint's subordinates, the light of the white runes became stronger and stronger.
In the blink of an eye, the situation was reversed, and the person bound in mid-air by the runes turned into the Demon Lord.
The Saint looked indifferent, with bloodstains still on her face, "Since you really want to kill me..."
"Then I don't have to be polite!" (End of this chapter)
