Chapter 1855: hungry

Feeling Wan Yan Xiarong's aura weak in the afternoon, Hong Ling shook his head in disappointment.
"It seems that you just have this ability, well, I won't play with you."
Having said that, Hong Ling's figure suddenly accelerated, and after easily avoiding Yan Xiarong's attack, she slammed herself to Wan Yan Xiarong's side, and before Wan Yan Xiarong could react, she punched him in the stomach.
"what!"
A solid punch from Hong Ling in the stomach, Wan Yan Xia Rong screamed and flew out.
puff!
Hong Ling's strength is equivalent to the peak of the Kongming Period. Although she had kept her hand just now, that punch still caused Wanyan Xiarong to be seriously injured.
Another mouthful of blood was spit out, Wan Yan Xia Rong's face instantly turned pale.
Now he, in front of Hong Ling, seemed to have become an ordinary person without any cultivation base, unable to cause any harm to Hong Ling.
Getting up from the ground, Wanyan Xiarong took a few breaths. He was about to speak, but at this moment, a red shadow flashed.
Accompanied by a scream, his body was knocked out by the red spirit again.
This wasn't over yet. After Hong Ling fisted Yan Xiarong, she didn't intend to stop. Instead, she swept to Wan Yan Xia Rong very quickly. Before Wan Yan Xia Rong could react, she kicked Wan Yan Xia Rong's arm. .
Click!
A sound of broken bones sounded, followed by a sad scream from Wanyan Xiarong's mouth.
When everyone heard Wan Yan Xiarong's scream, they all shrank their necks, and they were afraid to look at Hong Ling for fear that they would become Hong Ling's next target.
The twenty-two prince looked at this scene, and the corner of his eyes twitched.
Looking at the tragic situation of Yan Xiarong, he knew that he had to take action, otherwise, Wan Yan Xiarong would really be maimed by Hong Ling.
One of his confidants was already dead, and he didn't want to watch Wan Yan Xiarong be annihilated again.
Otherwise, all the advantages he has finally built up will be lost.
"stop!"
The twenty-two prince screamed.
In his opinion, although the woman in red in front of him is powerful, in his capacity, the other party will give him a bit of face.
But the next scene made him completely dumbfounded.
Hong Ling didn't look at him, but turned to look at Zhang Yifeng and asked: "Who is he? Is he your new friend?"
Zhang Yifeng shook his head and said, "I don't know him."
Hearing Zhang Yifeng's words, Hong Ling nodded, ignoring Prince Twenty-Two, but continued to devote himself to the work of violating Wan Xiarong.
The twenty-two prince's face was a little ugly. He didn't expect that this woman in a red dress, who was so powerful and abnormal, would listen to what Zhang Yifeng said.
And what made him so depressed that he wanted to vomit blood was that Zhang Yifeng just said that he didn't even know him!
Suffocating the anger in his heart, Prince Twenty-Two took a deep breath and said in a deep voice, "Zhang Yifeng, let her stop!"
Looking at Prince Twenty-Two who became angry and embarrassed, Zhang Yifeng smiled lightly and said. "Hong Ling, as long as he doesn't die, you can toss as you like."
After speaking, he blinked at Prince Twenty-Two and said: "His Royal Highness, you should leave as soon as possible, otherwise, when Hong Ling finishes teaching Yan Xiarong, I can't guarantee that she will do anything against you. "
After listening to Zhang Yifeng's words, Prince Twenty-Two's expression changed.
Although he had hidden some methods, with the appearance of the red spirit, his methods were no longer useful.
Moreover, although his strength is stronger than Wanyan Xiarong, it is not much stronger. Seeing the imperfect Wanyan Xiarong who was abused by Hong Ling, he did not have the courage to make a move at this time.
"He is right. If that crazy woman starts her hands, I won't necessarily be her opponent!"
Thinking of this, the twenty-two prince snorted coldly. He didn't even glance at Yan Xiarong, but turned and left with a gloomy face.
Looking at the back of the twenty-two prince leaving, Zhang Yifeng's eyes were chilly.
He and the twenty-two prince have a life and death hatred, if possible, he would like to let the red spirit kill the twenty-two prince on the spot.
But he knew that even though he wanted to kill the twenty-two prince very much in his heart, in full view, if he killed the twenty-two prince, the Dali Kingdom would definitely not give up.
His current strength is not strong enough to ignore a kingdom.
The twenty-two prince was definitely going to kill, but he couldn't just kill it.
In the next period of time, there was a scream from Wanyan Xiarong.
A few minutes later, Wanyan Xiarong's screams became smaller and smaller, and Hong Ling stopped until Wanyan Xiarong passed out completely.
Seeing that Hong Ling no longer abused Yan Xiarong, everyone present was relieved.
Although Hong Ling is beautiful, it is really too violent, especially the scene where she just abused Yan Xiarong, in the eyes of everyone, had a huge impact in their hearts.
Although Hong Ling was not targeting them, they could still feel a trace of coldness.
"This Yifeng, even if you can't be friends with it, you can't be an enemy, it's terrible!"
At this moment, almost everyone has such an idea in their hearts.
But everyone just breathed a sigh of relief, and the next scene made their hearts hang again.
I saw Hong Ling grasping Wanyan Xiarong's foot with one hand, and dragged Wanyan Xiarong to Zhang Yifeng's face so casually.
"Well, am I getting better and better?"
Hong Ling pointed to Wan Yan Xia Rong who was unconscious on the ground, and said with a smug expression.
When facing Zhang Yifeng, Hong Ling didn't have a trace of coldness, as if she had changed from a high queen to a playful little loli.
"Awesome, too amazing!"
After taking a look at Yan Xiarong's tragic situation, Zhang Yifeng's mouth twitched unnaturally. Fortunately, Hong Ling was his own person, not an enemy, otherwise, if he was an enemy of her, the end of the game could be imagined.
Hearing Zhang Yifeng's praise, Hong Ling's eyes suddenly showed a joyful smile, but immediately after that, her face suddenly became bitter again.
Upon seeing this, Zhang Yifeng asked suspiciously: "What's the matter?"
Hong Ling glanced at Zhang Yifeng with some embarrassment, and whispered, "I'm hungry."
hungry?
Zhang Yifeng was suddenly stunned.
Hong Ling is a spirit corpse. Her cultivation is different from that of a human monk. She replenishes energy by sucking blood. In the battle with Wanyan Xiarong just now, Hong Ling must have lost a lot of physical strength, plus she has been sleeping these days. So I feel hungry.
Thinking of this, Zhang Yifeng smiled, stretched out his arm, and handed it to Hong Ling's eyes.
"Suck it."
Hong Ling nodded and did not hesitate, a red light appeared in her eyes, and she sucked Zhang Yifeng's arms in her hands.
Everyone looked at this scene, and there was a hint of surprise in their eyes.
Isn't this woman in red Zhang Yifeng's person, how can she still Zhang Yifeng's blood?