"What do you mean?" Yi Xiaorou asked.

Xie Liang just smiled silently and said nothing.

The atmosphere condensed in an instant, and a sudden sound became particularly abrupt.

"Brother?!"

Yi Xiaorou didn't have time to turn around, but she felt a sudden pain in her heart. She lowered her head and saw a shiny silver short rod connected to a sharp arrow, and bright red blood winding from the rod to the arrow in a beautiful arc, dripping red blood beads downwards.

She could clearly see that the round beads in the center of her heart were penetrated by a long rod, "clicking" - instantly shattering.

All her strength disappeared in an instant. She was unwilling to give up and turned her head to look with all her last strength. The messy yellow yellow clothes were stained with blood, but the man didn't feel it at all. The expression on her face with her head tilted was particularly ferocious, her eyes were empty, and her smile at the corners of her lips was extremely weird.

The strange appearance of the man was reflected in her blurry vision, followed by Nalan Mufeng leaning in the only clean corner. His posture was calm, but he was not surprised at all by his situation. Even Yi Xiaorou felt that no matter what the situation was, no one could break his calm mask.

She stared at him tightly, not resigning, until the moment her consciousness dissipated, her eyes were still full of disbelief.

Xie Liang whispered softly in his ears, "Look, I'll regret it if I said."

Yi Xiaorou gritted her teeth in her heart, but she couldn't resist the gradually dissipating consciousness.

Son of a bitch!

Zi Ling looked at it blankly, her face turned pale, and her body couldn't stop trembling, "Emperor...Emperor brother?"

He looked at Yi Xiaorou who was lying in a pool of blood, then looked at Zi Liushang with a strange expression, but he didn't come back to his senses for a while.

"Have you promised me not to touch her?" He couldn't help but question, grabbed the front of Zi Liushang's dragon robe, and was furious.

Zi Liushang was about the same height as Zi Ling, but when he raised it, he was a little taller than Zi Ling. He lowered his eyes and glanced at Zi Ling, with the corners of his lips slightly curled, and he was particularly disdainful.

Zi Liushang's hands hanging beside him clenched into fists, spiritual power gathered in his palms, and the sound of "Peng"'s muffled body hitting him, "Peng Peng" one after another, Zi Ling went from his initial carelessness to his last powerless resistance,

"Emperor...brother?"

The strong fist seemed to be wearing steel. Once and then, Zi Ling felt that the place where he was hit seemed to be snatched. He widened his eyes and fell to the ground with a bang.

Nalan Mufeng just looked at all this coldly, and saw that Zi Ling was knocked to the ground without any resistance, and just laughed and scolded the idiot.

He dusted the folds of his gorgeous robe on his body, walked to Xie Liang, raised his eyebrows and smiled evilly, "What? Is the Evil Dayou still satisfied with the drama you directed and acted by yourself?"

When Xie Liang heard this, he narrowed his eyes and then smiled indifferently, his words full of sarcasm. "I can't understand the meaning of the Demon Lord."

"Besides, I remember, what about the heresy? The Demon Lord will never save him?"

"Hmph! How can you understand the deep meaning of the deity like you, and you can only be reborn in the desperate situation, right?" Nalan Mufeng pulled his mouth, and when he said the word "无无无无无无无无无无无无无无无无无无无无无无无无无无无无无无无无无无无无无无无无无无无无无无无无无无无无无无无无无无无无无无无无无无无无无

Xie Liang breathed stagnantly, and she did not ignore it. Nalan Mufeng said that rebirth in the desperate situation - not survival in the desperate situation!

She tried her best to hide her doubts, and she couldn't guess what Nalan Mufeng thought.

Did he mean Yi Xiaorou or... she didn't dare to think about it anymore.

Even so, this did not hinder Xie Liang's plan.

She stepped forward and blocked Zi Liushang, who was about to make another knife for Yi Xiaorou.

"Get out!" Zi Liushang's voice was cold and his eyes showed murderous intent.

"Where are you a little kid? Haha... the person in this world who dares to order me has not been born yet!" She put her one hand on her chest, making a defensive posture, and a stream of light suddenly appeared in front of her body, and a blue air shield blocked in front - it was obviously a protective shield.

"Hmph!" Zi Liushang snorted coldly, and then sang out a long red sword. The liquid flowing on the sword body was as bright as blood.

As soon as the sword came out, his aura suddenly changed, like a sword that was unsheathed, and his whole body was filled with powerful pressure and violent aura.

"There is an order from above to kill the heretics of gods, demons and heresies at all costs. For your past identity, I will give you another last chance - get out!"

"The top..." She murmured these two words, and her face changed a few times.
Chapter completed!