The King of Hell's Genius Pampered Wife Chapter 1179: So What?

Chapter 1179: So What?

The man in a black shirt glanced at her as if he was looking at a dead thing. He said indifferently, “Get lost.”
Simple words, but it triggered Hexi until she laughed.
She had always been used to being arrogant. This was the first time she met a guy who was colder and more arrogant than her.
Hexi put her arms around her chest and said with a half-smile, “Why?”
The man in a black shirt still looked indifferent as he said, “Want to live, get lost; want to die, you can also try to stay.”
“Sorry.” Hexi smirked and said coldly, “I don’t want to die, but I don’t want to get out. So there is another way, you get lost!”
Hearing this, the man in a black shirt’s indifferent eyes finally wavered.
He squinted, then he disappeared and attacked Hexi.
A cold light flashed in Hexi’s eyes, and she moved quickly.
For a while, countless afterimages of Hexi surrounded the man in a black shirt.
The man in a black shirt raised her eyebrows slightly. The contempt and indifference in his eyes faded a bit, turning into a dignified look.
The next moment, countless Hexi attacked the man in a black shirt.
The slender jade-like fingers were blooming like tender lotus leaves, but when the attacks approached, they carried a chilling murderous intent.
In the dormitory of Miracle Healer Academy, students could cultivate and fight, but they couldn’t destroy the building.
Therefore, conflicts between students were generally resolved by melee fighting, otherwise, if a spell was used, the entire dormitory would collapse.
Hexi was an assassin in her previous life, so she had full confidence in her melee combat level.
So far, except for Nangong Yu, she had never lost in pure combat. Even when she fought Feng Yunjing. If it weren’t for Hei Sha Flag in the Hundred Herb Cloud Smoke Maze, he could only be beaten by her without a chance to fight back.
But the movement and fighting skills of this man in a black shirt shocked Hexi.
I have already exerted all my strength, but the man in a black shirt seems to be at ease.
The most important thing was that there was a thin layer of spiritual power on the man in a black shirt’s hands and body like an armor. This attack couldn’t do any damage to him.
However, in Miluo Continent, how many people could turn spiritual power into armor at will? Even the peak of the Nascent Soul Stage might not be able to do it.
The man in a black shirt fought with Hexi for a while, then his spiritual power burst out and shrouded Hexi quickly.
Hexi was limited by his spiritual territory, and there was a momentary pause in her movements.
A pair of cold and rough palms grabbed her throat instantly, pushing her against the wall.
Hexi only felt a sweetness in her throat, and a trace of blood spilled from her mouth.
The man’s cold breath spouted on her face. The condescending eyes didn’t carry a trace of human emotion, “You’re not my opponent.”
In this situation, instead of panicking, Hexi laughed unscrupulously, “Really? But, so what?”
The man in black was stunned for a moment. He suddenly felt a slight stinging pain on his neck.
He lowered his head in astonishment, and he saw that the clothes around his neck had turned into pieces and fell. Between his collarbone and neck, just close to the carotid artery, there was a small wound.
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