Unrivaled Miracle Doctor: The God-Defying Demonic Consort-Chapter 447: Summoning Lord Mo with Monthly Tickets (5)

The figure flickered in and out of sight, yet was graceful and alluring, filled with temptation. In the moment he appeared, he stood there dazed.

The Fire Cloud Yang Flame seized the opportunity, spewing a blast of fire straight at his chest, knocking him into the sea of flames.

Moments later, Han Caicai leaped out of the fiery sea again, continuing to tangle with the Fire Cloud Yang Flame. His gaze was deep; the scene just now had imprinted in his mind, but at this moment, it could no longer affect him.

’Damn it! Mengmeng, you never said that activating the bloodline would be so painful!’ Mu Qingge’s expression was twisted, and paired with her current appearance, she looked like a ghost crawling out of hellfire.

’Master, the Abnormal Fire engulfing the body is already very difficult. You must hold on, don’t let your soul scatter! Boohoo, this little Mengbao doesn’t want to die, I just woke up!’

’Shut up! You’re so noisy!’ Mu Qingge gritted her teeth and cursed angrily.

"Ugh~."

Mu Qingge curled her body, resisting the erosion of the flames.

’What counts as success?’ In her pain, she asked a question.

Mengmeng hurriedly replied: ’If you feel the bloodline within you flowing more smoothly, or feel a confinement inside you shatter with a crack, then it is considered successful. Master, keep going!’

Mu Qingge bit her teeth hard, closed her eyes, trying to feel what Mengmeng described.

She didn’t know how long it had been, but suddenly, she seemed to hear a crisp ’crack’. The next second, all the bloodlines in her body seemed to boil.

She suddenly opened her eyes and exclaimed, "I did it!"

"Little Ge’er, you’re truly worrisome. You dare do such dangerous things behind my back. Sigh~!"

Suddenly, an extremely slow yet supremely authoritative, inexplicably noble voice appeared by Mu Qingge’s ear, making her body stiffen.

Before she could react, a mournful and sharp bird’s cry rang out.

Immediately after, she felt the flames enveloping her body disappear instantly, a ball of fire flew in the direction where Han Caicai was, enveloping him and plunging him back into the fiery sea.

In a flash, her vision blurred again, and she felt herself being embraced into a white hug.

The flames disappeared, and her skin gradually returned to its previous fair jade color, those veins that seemed to flow with magma also gradually faded.

She raised her head, meeting those vast and profound eyes, Mu Qingge asked bizarrely: "Why are you here?" Before he could answer, she asked again: "What did you do to Han Caicai?"

"Little Ge’er is concerned about him?" Si Mo smiled, but deep in his eyes, dangerous glints flickered.

Behind that peerlessly beautiful and immortal face, there hid thick killing intent.

Ha, his little Ge’er actually dared to care for another man this much... Hmm, how should he deal with that man? Chop him into minced meat? Or grind his bones to ashes? Or skin him and tear him apart?

Mu Qingge’s face turned black: "He’s my companion, if not concerned about him, should I be concerned about you?" Han Caicai’s identity is not simple, if he dies here, it would truly be a troublesome matter.

"Little Ge’er saying that really is too heartbreaking." Si Mo’s arms gradually tightened, the amber eyes gleaming with a layer of bewitching glaze.

His fingertips, seemingly unintentionally, brushed past Mu Qingge’s cheek, causing the latter to get goosebumps.

’Master, you’re not wearing any clothes!’

Mu Qingge was made stiff by the strange gentleman, and suddenly the words that broke into her mind made her feel like struck by lightning, her eyes shrank rapidly.

Her reaction made the smile in Si Mo’s eyes deepen. ’Little Ge’er finally reacted.’