Only by rescuing Princess Yining can Emperor Qinglong draw Mo Xi to him, so at this moment he will not let this soul be handed over to Yama.

After hearing this, Yan Luo just looked away from Ling Mulao coldly. However, the moment he caught a glimpse of Xuanyuan Moxie, the coldness around him suddenly dropped a few degrees.

It was fleeting, and no one noticed this moment of coldness, not even the observant Ling Mulao.

"for you!"

When Ling Mulao heard what Xuanyuan Moye said, he immediately found the owner and handed the bottle to him.

From the beginning to the end, her goal was only the Green Dragon Pearl. Princess Yining's life and death had nothing to do with her. Now that Yama has come to her door, there is no need for her to let herself get involved in this muddy water.

With a slight curl of the corners of his lips, Xuanyuan Moye tugged on the bottle in his hand, and a calm smile slowly spread between his brows.

A smart girl clings to her calmly when she is useful, and discards her like a broken shoe when she is useless. Such clear interests make him hate and love her at the same time.

"Xuanyuan Moye, hand over your soul quickly!"

With a cold shout, Bai Wuchang poked his head out from behind Yan Luo, pointed at Xuanyuan Moxie's nose and shouted.

"What if Xuanyuan doesn't give it?"

There was still a faint smile, and it seemed that there was nothing but tenderness in Xuanyuan Moxie's expression.

As he finished speaking, he waved his long sleeve slightly, and a strong wind suddenly blew up.

With a "whistle" sound, the sharp wind blade was about to cut off Bai Wuchang's arm.

Suddenly, a black wind blew.

As soon as Yama turned his wrist, the two strong winds collided and canceled each other out.

"Yam Luo, it seems that this mortal doesn't want to live anymore!"

When Hei Wuchang saw that his brother almost died, his face turned pale and he whispered in Yama's ear.

Yan Luo's expression did not change when he heard this, but the five fingers hidden in his sleeves tightened, and then he narrowed his eyes slightly and bowed his hands respectfully towards Ling Mulao.

"See the Saint!"

Although the sonorous and powerful words were still cold, one could hear the respect in them.

Black and white impermanence: "..."

Xuanyuan Moxie: "..."

Luo Shang: "..."

Nangong Yi: "..."

It is said that Yama is cold-blooded and ruthless, but at this moment he actually showed respect to a little girl like Ling Mulao.

"You know me?"

Ling Mulao couldn't help but widen his eyes. Being respected by Yama Luo so much, Ling Mulao was a little flattered.

"The saint is so kind to me, how could I not recognize her? This time, for the sake of the saint's kindness, I, Yama, will give you another favor and let this ray of soul go!"

His face, as black as ink, was as cold as ice, and his eyes swept over the man behind him without leaving a trace as he spoke.

She sighed slightly. It seemed that fate could not be changed. Even if she tried every means to take back her soul and make her forget all the grudges in her previous life, what was coming was still coming.

"I am kind to you, how can I say this?"

Frowning his brows, Ling Mulao asked in confusion.

In her memory, this was the first time she saw King Yama in person. She had seen him in paintings or on TV before, but they were all old men with beards.

However, the Yan Luo in front of him is a man who looks to be only about thirty years old. Although his facial features are not comparable to those of Nangong Yi and Xuanyuan Moxie, he is still a handsome guy overall.

"It's okay not to mention the past," he twitched the corner of his mouth. Even with the overflowing smile, Yama still gave people the feeling of being as cold as hell: "Saint, take care, farewell!"

After saying that, Yama flicked his robe and disappeared into a puff of blue smoke.
Chapter completed!