Chapter 812 If You Want to Survive, Let Lu 9que Save You

Everyone stammered as they looked at the ice cage that suddenly appeared, with its cold light and billowing air. Ωhunt『文Ω网』Ω

"God!"

"Is it the ice type - the ice type that completely defeats the water type?!"

"Oh! Is Mr. Mei still an ice star soul master? Mr. Wen is too unlucky..."

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

If he hadn't been wearing the fire marrow jade pendant given to him by Lu Jiuque around his waist, he would have been a hundred times sadder.

"Damn it!" I've never heard that Mei Ke is an ice type!

This time it’s really a sailboat in the gutter!

Raising his hand to chop the ice, the hand that had been chilling to his bones suddenly pinched Wen Luo's throat.

"Don't move. It would be bad if I use too much force, Mr. Wen."

A handsome face appeared in front of Wen Luo. There was no trace of blood on the pale face, and his pupils were withered. Mei Ke looked so abnormal at this time.

"you……"

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

"Don't be afraid. In my barrier, no one will see what I did. If you want to survive, let Lu Jiuque save you."

After saying this, Mei Ke smiled faintly and placed a palm on Wen Luo's shoulder.

"Boom——"

Wen Luo was beaten so hard that he broke through the ice prison and fell hard under the fighting stage, leaving a long trace. He didn't stop until he hit the wall of the audience stage again.

"Pfft... cough cough..."

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

Until he saw familiar faces running towards him nervously, he completely fainted.

"Venlo!"

"Senior Brother Wen!"

…

At this time, the flamboyant ice prison in the arena slowly collapsed,

As if fragile and vulnerable, silent...

"Senior Brother Wen!"

6 Jiuque came running wildly.

She regretted not telling Wen Luo about Mei Ke's methods.

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

"The winner is Xuantian Sect Mei Ke."

Wen Renxu announced loudly with the same smile, as if there was no problem for Wen Luo to vomit blood and fall to the ground.

The winner, Mei Ke, turned around and put on his great cloak. His snow-white skin, tall and straight figure, and long hair that danced in the wind were beautiful everywhere, but they were poisonous.

He cupped his hands towards Wen Renxu, neither humble nor overbearing, relaxed and relaxed, as perfect as a painting.

His slender eyelashes drooped, covering the smile flowing in his eyes.

6 Jiuque...

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

Because of Mei Ke's actions and demeanor, the field was flooded with congratulations.

"Awesome! Mr. Mei!"

"He is indeed the number one person in Xuantian!"

"Mr. Mei!"

…

What was incompatible with this joyful atmosphere was the panic among everyone in the Fighting Soul Sect. Even Zuo Lengyang, who was at the top, changed his expression.

Lu Jiuque checked Wen Luo's pulse. At this time, Wen Luo's face was livid, a black death aura condensed between his eyebrows, even his lips were black, and the blood stains from his mouth were faintly purple.

"Venlo!"

"Wen Luo! Damn it! Wen Luo!"

Shen Li and Lie Fengting stood beside Wen Luo at a loss. Their expressions were even scarier than that of Wen Luo who had been poisoned, and their hands were shaking non-stop.

The two people who have always been strong, it is particularly sad to see others feel so helpless...