"Are you still fighting?" Jun Hao's thin lips moved slightly, and the three faint words floated over, making them tremble. He felt that Dongfang Junyi's cold gaze fell on them, as if hanging on his neck.

The sharp knife made their necks cold. They subconsciously glanced at the man in blue who was kicked away, and their flesh was even tightened in an instant.

If they kicked one head, they didn’t even have the chance to admit defeat. If they were on the court, would they still be able to survive?

Thinking of this, the three of them couldn't help but shivered again, and their expressions were even worse than crying.

"If you don't fight, don't fight, let's admit defeat." The man named Gao Zhan was tactful. Although he was very embarrassed to lose without a fight, he still knew that saving his life was important, so he waved his hand quickly.

The other two did not speak, but their awkward expressions also made a disguise to agree with his statement.

At this moment, they realized what it meant that Dongfang Junyi just said that if they didn't play together, they wouldn't even have the chance to play in the end.

Sure enough, they have no courage to play now.

The reality is really too cruel. Dongfang Junyi is too strong. No one is his opponent in this round. Even if they win with the Life and Death Realm, they will still die in the hands of Dongfang Junyi in the end. So this round

Both cities have undoubtedly become the objects in the Xuanshen Mirror.

Speaking of which, Xuan Shen Jing has such a record, almost breaks the previous record in gambling battles and even surpasses them.

I really don’t know where the Xuan Shen Mirror found the master. It’s rare to be so perverted!

The only thing that is fortunate is that Dongfang Junmo seriously injured He Yunfeng in the last round, giving the Demon Moon Realm an opportunity to defeat the Life and Death Realm and finally got a city. Otherwise, they would probably go back to the Demon Moon Realm in shame.

There is no qualification to participate in the Battle of the Prehistoric World.

So, thinking that the Demon King was almost out of here, he had no good face.

On the other hand, King Yu, who was the biggest winner, was in a good mood when he saw that the Life and Death Realm and the Demon Moon Realm were suppressed by the Xuanshen Realm this time. He smiled and looked at the Holy Son and the Demon Emperor with a smile on his face, "Cheng Rang Cheng Rang,

I won four cities in one fell swoop, and I did not disappoint Emperor Yan’s expectations.”

"It's just four seats, there are three months left in the future. Whether or not they can be kept is a big problem." The Demon King sneered, and his disdainful tone seemed to not take these four seats seriously.

King Yu bowed to him, "If you can defend it or not, you won't have to worry about the Demon Emperor. The Demon Emperor is still thinking about how to protect his only one and not be eliminated. The most important thing is."

The Demon Emperor frowned when he was stimulating his words, and snorted gloomy, "Hmph, noisy, choose a city quickly, don't waste everyone's time!"

After winning four places in the Xuanshen Realm, it is well-deserved first in gambling battles, so naturally he has the right to choose a city first.

Jun Haocang was not interested in choosing a city, and Emperor Yan and King Yu should have discussed which city to choose long ago. Now that he is gone, he naturally doesn't have to stay here, and then turned around without saying a word.

The spiritual boat flew away.

Although King Yu was dissatisfied with his disobedient attitude and acted recklessly, he did help Xuan Shenjing win two cities, and was a great contributor to the gambling war. Therefore, if he wanted to limit Dongfang Junyi's actions, there would be too much.

Not humane anymore.

After all, he was just worried about his sister, and his sister was also injured for Xuan Shenjing.

Su Moliang, who was placed in the lounge to recuperate, was indeed too seriously injured and could not wake up even after taking the divine pattern pill.

Her pale face was covered with a thin layer of sweat. Perhaps it was too painful, her expression was twisted together, and her brows were frowning into an arch bridge. At this time, her body was curled up and trembling, as if the petals that were about to wither at any time in the storm were about to wither at any time in the storm. The Yan Emperor who was standing by the side felt his heart tugged, and his amber pupils felt aching that he had never felt before.

Immediately, I couldn't help but reach out and stroke her brow, pressed my voice, and murmured, "Mo'er, you're suffering--"

The sound was very light, as light as a gust of wind, and the exit dissipated.

But only Yan Xiuyao himself knew how long he had waited, how long he had been brewing, and how much emotion he contained.

Speaking of which, he is not afraid of waiting. After all, he has survived so many difficult years, so why worry about the time in the blink of an eye?

However, when he saw her with his own eyes and felt her breath, he could not control his feelings that had been buried for so many years, and he couldn't help calling out her name.

At this moment, he realized that he had read all the thousands of sails and was like an indifferent young man in front of her, uneasy and helpless, just trying to heal her pain as much as possible, wishing he could bear it for her and make her a pain.

But as soon as he stroked her forehead, she waved it away with her hand. Although Su Moliang was unconscious, he was muttering words in his mouth, but he was just vague and didn't know what he was saying.

But Yan Xiuyao understood, touched her face pity, and his eyes became particularly soft, "I'm still as stubborn as before--"

However, as soon as he finished speaking, Su Moliang grabbed his hand suddenly and shouted nervously, "Cangcang-Cangcang-Don't leave-Don't leave-Don't leave-Don't leave-"

Yan Xiuyao frowned, and a deep pain flashed across the amber pupils. After a long time of silence, he gently patted her hand and comforted her with a hoarse voice, "There is no Cang Cang here, only the senior brother."

"Senior brother won't leave you, and he will never let you stay away again, and he will never--"

Yan Xiuyao felt a thrill again when he thought of her past experience, and he couldn't help but tighten his hand when he held her.

He didn't understand why such a beautiful and lively person would suffer such torture and endure such pain.

She is obviously better than anyone else and more outstanding than anyone else, but she is just like him and is not tolerated by the world! How unfair is heaven!

"What are you doing?" However, this scene was seen by Jun Haocang, who suddenly broke in, and a roar suddenly exploded at the door of the lounge, interrupting Yan Emperor's thoughts and looking up at him. Take him.

At this time, Jun Haocang had a blue face, his eyes were open, his anger was rumbling in his chest, as if he was about to explode at any time, and the demonic aura in his body was about to drown like a tsunami.

Although he had long suspected that Emperor Yan had ulterior motives for Su Moliang, the scene before him still stimulated his nerves.

He didn't expect that Emperor Yan would actually hold Su Moliang's hand blatantly. No, to be precise, Su Moliang grabbed Emperor Yan's hand tightly.

What the hell are they talking about! What secrets are there?

Why did Su Moliang take the initiative to capture Yan Emperor's hand?

Jun Haocang's heart sinks little by little, and the familiar panic and uneasiness surges again.
Chapter completed!