Chapter 1137: Mr. Huo's Killing Spree Is so Terrifying!

Huo Yunjiao, who concealed the indifference in his bones with extreme tenderness, realized that things were going out of control when he saw the inquiry and anxiety in Qin Ruan's eyes.

Her Ruan Ruan had never looked at him with such confusion, suspicion or even fear.

They have been together for so long, even though they have their own unspeakable secrets, they have always trusted each other, and they never doubt each other.

Huo Yunjiao's eyes darkened, and he raised his foot and walked quickly towards Qin Ruan.

His usually calm footsteps lost their former calmness and elegance, and his steps became visibly flustered.

"Ruan Ruan—"

Huo Yunjiao stood in front of Qin Ruan, his gentle voice sounded.

Qin Ruan stared at the man in front of her with complicated fox eyes, her red lips were slightly loose, and when she was about to speak, she was embraced by Huo Yunjiao.

"Girl, you don't believe me?"

A question with a soft tone made Qin Ruan swallow the words.

It's not unbelief, but inevitable doubts in my heart.

Doubting whether the man embracing her at this time is real, doubting his identity, doubting whether the meeting between the two is destined or a calculation manipulated by others.

There are too many unexplainable things happened between them.

Why did the Wu clan know that Huo Yunjiao's blood would hurt her? When the third master knew about this, he was not surprised to see his expression, which shows that he knew about it a long time ago.

Qin Ruan endured and endured, finally couldn't hold back, and asked.

"Third Master, when I gave birth to Ah Yao and An Qi last year, did you know that it was your blood that caused me to be successfully attacked by the Yellow Jue Tree Demon?"

"I don't know."

Huo Yunjiao replied without any hesitation, and his tone was very firm.

The corners of Qin Ruan's lips curled into a slight arc, which seemed fleeting.

She raised her eyes to look at the smooth and fair skin in front of her, sharp-edged and handsome face, and said softly: "I believe you."

As long as this person said, she believed him.

Huo Yunjiao caressed Qin Ruan's smiling face, her thin lips moved, and her voice was gentle: "I will never hurt you, there is indeed something wrong with my blood, and very few people know about it. The family will use this to hurt you, this is the last thing I want to see, and I only found out about it today."

He didn't lie to Qin Ruan. Before recovering his memory, he really didn't know that his blood could hurt people, and he didn't know that the Wu Clan would use his blood to hurt people.

He is the Lord of Nether Hell. Even though he is a human being now, the blood in his body still has the divine power of Emperor Fengdu.

His blood is indeed aggressive, but the divine power of the blood needs to be extracted before it can release a powerful lethal force.

If he coughed up blood normally, the blood from an inadvertent injury could also hurt people, and the people around him would have almost died over the years.

It's just that they don't know what method the Wu Clan used to refine his blood into a secret weapon to hurt people, let alone when they stole his blood.

Qin Ruan lowered her eyes and said meekly, "Of course I believe you."

The elder of the Wu Clan who was seriously injured saw the two people's affection, and a murderous intent appeared on their ferocious faces.

Even if his arm is lost, he is still an elder of the Wu clan, and his strength should not be underestimated.

When Huo Yunjiao and Qin Ruan were unprepared, their bodies soared into the air, and powerful dark witch power condensed around them.

"Master, be careful!"

"Madam be careful!"

"Qin Ruan!"

Deafening shouts sounded from all around, it was the reminder from the Huo family's secret guards, Wei Linchen and others.

Huo Yunjiao and Qin Ruan were indifferent to this, and they looked at each other affectionately, only seeing each other in their eyes.

The warm atmosphere between them was too exclusive for others to blend in at all.

Huo Yunjiao pulled Qin Ruan's broken hair behind his ears with his knuckles, and asked with a smile, "Do you want to see how powerful my blood is?"

Qin Ruan tilted her head, smiling like a flower on her face: "Okay."

Huo Yunying smiled in his eyes, hooked her small and beautiful bridge of nose with his index finger.

In the next second, the gentle smile on his face disappeared, and he pulled Qin Ruan behind him, and raised his eyes to look at the elder of the Wu clan who was floating in the void and was about to condense his witch power to self-destruct.

The expression in Huo Yunjiao's peach-blossom eyes was as calm as looking at a dead object, and the hand that had touched Qin Ruan's face, hair, and small nose before slowly lifted up.

It was a slender and powerful hand with well-defined joints.

Press the thumb on the middle finger, push it up with the strength, and a drop of bright blood emerges from the pulp of the middle finger.

The color of the blood beads was extremely bright, Qin Ruan stood behind and saw this scene, feeling a little uncomfortable in his heart.

She wanted to take back what she said before, but she didn't want to see how powerful the third master's blood was.

She didn't want to see this man get hurt, not even a drop of blood.

Seeing Huo Yunjiao's attack, the elders of the Wu Clan showed anxiety, and desperately gathered the witch power to his dantian and blew himself up.

Just as he was concentrating all his strength, the drop of coquettish blood on Huo Yunjiao's fingertips flicked lightly and rushed towards his body.

The pupils of the Wu Clan elder's eyes shrank sharply.

It was still a last-ditch effort before he blew himself up, and not all of his strength had reached his dantian, but the blood beads were getting closer.

He gritted his teeth and blew himself up without waiting for all the witch power to gather together.

There was a loud bang!

After all, the elder of the Wu clan blew himself up, and the blood mist rained down on the carpet in the corridor of the Royal Court Hotel.

Fortunately, he didn't hurt anyone. The moment he blew himself up, Huo Yunjiao's blood had passed through his body and dismembered his body. Together they fell from the void to the ground.

After the blood mist dissipated, the scene that caught everyone's eyes couldn't help but make everyone's expressions change drastically.

The dozens of members of the Witch Clan who were standing in the corridor before, including the puppets they manipulated, were lying on the ground staggeringly.

They were bleeding from all seven orifices, their faces were ashen, and their bodies were filled with a strong breath of death.

Without exception, these people all stopped breathing.

Seeing this scene, Qin Ruan subconsciously held her breath.

She stepped forward and looked at the fallen man with disbelief on her face. She paused for a while, then looked sideways at the man standing beside her, whose expression was as calm and unwavering as usual.

"They all died because of your blood?"

If true, then this is too scary.

Huo Yunjiao lowered his eyes, stared at Qin Ruan tenderly, took her hand and kneaded it gently, and said in a calm voice, "They deserve to die."

The flat tone of the statement made people feel cold in the bottom of their hearts.

Qin Ruan looked helpless, and said in a coquettish tone: "Since you deserve to die, why did you let the holy maiden of the witch clan go?"

When she didn't see it, Huo Yunjiao wanted to let Ji Shuzhen leave.

Huo Yunjiao met Qin Ruan's clear and teasing eyes, hooked his thin lips, and did not deny it: "The saint can't die yet, but the death of other Wu clan is not a pity."

Qin Ruan didn't delve into this question, the strong smell of blood flooded her nose, she frowned slightly, showing disgust.

At this moment, she actually had morning sickness.