The Demon God Pesters: The Ninth Lady of the Doctor Chapter 812: If you want to survive, let Lu 9 be out of your rescue

Looking at the ice-bound cage that suddenly appeared, the cold light was so cold that everyone stammered.

"God!"

"Is the ice system-the ice system of the Wanke water system?!"

"Wipe! Is Young Master Mei still an Ice Star Soul Master? Young Master Wen is too unlucky..."

According to what everyone said, it was really uncomfortable for Wen Luo to be trapped in the ice prison. The ice covered him layer by layer, like a shackle, trying to drag him into the abyss of ice.

If it hadn't been for the jade pendant that Lu Jiuque gave him on his waist, he would definitely be sad a hundred times.

"Damn it!" I have never heard that Mei Ke is still ice!

This time it was really a sailboat in the gutter!

Raising his hand to smash the ice, the hand that had been freezing into the bones suddenly pinched Wen Luo's throat.

"Don't move, it won't be good if I use too much force, Mr. Wen."

A handsome and innocent face leaned in front of Wen Luo. There was no trace of blood on his pale face, and his pupils were withered. At this time, Mei Ke looked too abnormal.

"You..."

Mei Ke smiled and squeezed Wen Luo's throat, and stuffed a brown pill into Wen Luo's mouth.

"Don't be afraid, in my enchantment, no one sees what I have done. If you want to survive, let Lu Jiu save you."

After speaking, Mei Ke smiled faintly, and put a palm on Wen Luo's shoulder.

"Boom--"

Ven Luo was beaten out of the ice, and slammed under the fighting stage, drew a long trace, until it hit the wall of the audience stage again, and then stopped.

"Puff...cough cough..."

The blood in Wen Luo's mouth kept pouring out, and he could no longer hear the screams around him, his ears hummed, and the picture in front of him began to rotate constantly.

Until I saw familiar faces, I ran towards him nervously and fainted completely.

"Venlo!"

"Brother Wen!"

……

At this time, the blatant ice prison on the arena also slowly collapsed, as if fragile and vulnerable, quietly...

"Brother Wen!"

Lu Jiuque rushed over.

She regretted it, regretted that she didn't have the means to confess Mei Ke to Wen Luo.

When she watched Wen Luo fall to the stage like a kite, the blood almost solidified.

"The winner, Xuantianzong Mei Ke."

Wen Renxu announced in a loud voice with the still smiling face, as if Wen Luo vomited blood and fell to the ground without any problems.

The victor Mei Ke turned around and put on his cloak, white skin, upright figure, and long hair dancing with the wind, beautiful everywhere, but poisoned.

He arched his hands at Wen Renxu, neither humble nor overbearing, relaxed, as perfect as a painting.

His slender eyelashes drooped, hiding the smile flowing under his eyes.

Lu Jiuque...

Just let him try and see if you can really do it.

Because of Mei Ke's movements and demeanor, I remembered the tide of congratulations on the court~IndoMTL.com~ Great! Mr. Mei! "

"As expected of Xuantian's first person!"

"Young Master Mei!"

……

What's incompatible with this joyful atmosphere is the panic of the people in the Fighting Soul Sect, and even Zuo Lengyang's expression on the heights changed.

Lu Jiuque grasped Wen Luo's pulse. At this time, Wen Luo's face was blue, and the brows were dark and dead, and even the lips were black, and the blood stains spit out were faintly purple.

"Venlo!"

"Venlo! Damn! Wenlo!"

Shen Li and Gale Fengting stood beside Wen Luo at a loss, their faces were more terrifying than Wen Luo's poisoned, and they kept shaking their hands.

The two people who have always been strong, others will have such helpless times, they are particularly sad to see...