We Villains Don’t Want to Be a Stepping Stone

"Master... son?!"

Mo Wuya was in the middle of the sky, and his heart was numb.

After ten years of pretending, it seems that at this time, I suddenly have a feeling that I will be finished.

Master, is this going to put on a good show of a hero saving beauty?

But...there are heroes and beauty, what role am I?

Hiss!

Inexplicably, Mo Wuya felt a chill.

"Dip! The Son of Destiny's Dao Heart is not firm, I'm afraid it's going to get cold, congratulations to the host's plundering luck value of 500 points, and the villain's value of 5000 points."

"Om."

With just this palm, Mo Wuya almost exerted his full strength, and at this time it was obviously too late to stop.

What's more, when Ling Xiao is not here, he can still move other thoughts.

But in front of Ling Xiao, even if he was given a hundred courage, he would never dare to show any disobedience easily.

The vast golden light falls from the sky, like the sun setting in the west, suppressing the ages.

And Ling Xiao just stretched out a palm calmly, clenched it into a fist, and smashed it towards the top.

I saw a hundred-zhang thunder dragon, tearing apart the space in an instant, with the potential to destroy the sky and the earth, and rushed towards the setting sun.

With just one glance, Mo Wuya felt a tingling pain all over his body, especially in his eyes, he unconsciously shed two lines of tears.

I didn't cry, I wasn't afraid, I just... It hurts a little bit by the silver light! ! !

"Om."

Between the heavens and the earth, the two colors of gold and silver kept flickering, and the divine images and decrees rose and fell one after another.

Dao rhyme descends from the sky, and the waves are magnificent.

The sound of the gods and gods resounds through the fairyland, such as Huang Zhong Dalu, which is shocking.

However, at the moment when Jin Ri and Thunder Dragon collided, everyone was suddenly stunned to see...

The golden sun, which seemed to be shocked by the power of the sky, was instantly swallowed by the Thunder Dragon, and the sky for thousands of miles was broken like ice crystals.

Then, the terrifying Lei Wei burst out!

Above the void, the ripples of spiritual power visible to the naked eye melted away like a cloud.

One wave did not stop, one wave after another, turned into a sea of ​​silver, sweeping all directions.

And Mo Wuya's figure was instantly obscured by that thunderbolt, and there was no breath at all.

"Do not!!!"

"Did, the Son of Destiny's heart is broken and despair is born, congratulations to the host's plundering luck value of 500 points, and the villain's value of 5000 points."

From the beginning to the end, there was not a trace of waves on Ling Xiao's face, but his eyes calmly looked up at the sky above his head.

Behind him, Han Qingqiu looked complicated, but after all, he was a little more moved and less arrogant.

She doesn't know anything about feelings.

But seeing Ling Xiao, even as long as he was standing beside him, Han Qingqiu could clearly feel a strange emotion spreading.

Just... very at ease, very relaxed, no need to worry about life and death, and no need to worry about the future.

As long as he is there, all the hardships in this world will be solved.

In these twenty years, Han Qingqiu has enjoyed supreme honor.

Fairy Han Gong, the number one beauty in the western border, whoever sees her, has to bow down and flatter her.

But in the same way, for the great hatred in his heart, although Han Qingqiu could not be called step by step, he was also cautious.

It wasn't until she met Ling Xiao that she realized that it was actually quite comfortable to be a tool person?

Just follow the son's instructions, and she doesn't need to plan anything else.

"Dip, the daughter of destiny has sublimated her mind, and she has the intention of surrendering. Congratulations to the host for obtaining 500 points of luck and 5,000 points of villain."

Hearing the prompt sound from the system, Ling Xiao's eyes suddenly flashed with playfulness.

"Whoever dares to hurt you will die."

Ling Xiao did not turn around, but stood in front of Han Qingqiu without looking back.

At this time, his voice was full of indifference and indifference.

But inexplicable, a little more real.

Unlike Su Yan and the others, the Daughter of Destiny in front of her is not a human being.

So she probably didn't have a deep understanding of feelings.

Therefore, if you want to capture it, it is simple to say.

Obviously, Han Qingqiu hides a deep blood feud in his heart.

And the stronger and more domineering Ling Xiao is, the more awed and happier she will be in her heart.

Then give her some attention and let her remember that you are not alone! ! !

As a result, why does Fairy Chou not cry?

Before I knew it, the cold and autumn became wet...the eye sockets.

Is this what it feels like to be guarded?

I used to hear people say that the difference between immortals and demons lies in doing things.

Immortals, willing to bear one person for the common people.

Demon, dare to slaughter the world for one person.

It turns out, is it true?

"Cough cough!"

Above the void, the silver light gradually dimmed.

I saw a figure covered in blood, appearing above the sky.

At this time, Mo Wuya's bones were all shattered, and his purple robe was turned into flying ashes, revealing one of the golden inner armor.

It's just that there was not much resentment on his face, instead there was a hint of joy.

The son didn't kill me! !

With the means of the son just now, he can definitely easily kill himself! !

This shows what?

It means that he doesn't want to kill himself now! !

"Did, the Son of Destiny is grateful to the villain Demon King, congratulations to the host for 500 points of plundering luck and 5000 points for the villain."

Ling Xiao raised his head and looked at the embarrassed figure, and the thunder around him was shining again.

Again?

It shouldn't be, just now... Young Master didn't do anything ruthless, so why bother?

But... what can I do?

I also really want to run away now, but the young master doesn't speak, I he... dare?

Just when Mo Wuya's heart trembled, he saw that in the void, a cold light suddenly pierced the sky and swept straight towards Ling Xiao.

The figure of the nine guards appeared out of thin air, each holding a cold blade in his hand, which contained unparalleled fierceness.

"Be careful, son!!"

Han Qingqiu's pretty face froze, and instinctively exclaimed.

Ling Xiao is very strong, but the movement of these nine demons is strange.

Especially this kind of combined killing method is even more powerful and terrifying, and it has the potential to reverse the world.

"It's okay."

But at this time, Ling Xiao's face was still calm, and there was even a smile on the corner of his mouth.

The nine guards attacked together, and the power was comparable to that of the gods.

But to Ling Xiao, what is God Marquis...?

I saw his two fingers stretched out, and the fingertips seemed to have divine lines surging.

The surging sword intent opened vertically and horizontally, and then slashed down towards the void.

"Push!"

What was originally a terrifying offensive in Han Qingqiu's eyes suddenly shattered under Ling Xiao's finger.

And the figures of the nine dark guards also flew out backwards, blood sprayed from their mouths, and they were hit hard by Ling Xiao's finger.

even! !

Before the two figures landed, they completely lost their vitality.

"Walk!!"

The remaining seven people shouted in surprise, turned and fled towards the end of the ancient forest.

Mo Wuya's eyes narrowed slightly, and he didn't dare to hesitate any longer, and the figure also disappeared in place.

"Want to go?"

Ling Xiao sneered, turned his head and glanced at Han Qingqiu, "You are not seriously injured, go back to the realm first, and leave the rest to me."

"Sir... Be careful."

Han Qingqiu pursed her red lips tightly and nodded lightly.

Especially the indifference and domineering on the young man's face made her feel a faint fear in her heart.

With a wave of hands, the strong enemy vanished into ashes. He was probably talking about someone like Young Master, right?

"Om."

As Han Qingqiu's figure disappeared, a smile appeared on Ling Xiao's face just now, and he stepped forward, dressed in white, and instantly chased after Mo Wuya and the others who were fleeing.