"What about your Demon Lord? Is he leaving again?" Fang Xiyan's eyes shined slightly. If he did leave here, then her chances of escape would be greater-
The women did not answer, but looked behind her and suddenly knelt down together: "Master Demon Lord!"
Fang Xiyan's body suddenly froze and slowly turned around. Not far behind her, Feng Xiaoxun was standing there, his red robe flew with his silver hair. He looked at Fang Xiyan and smiled charmingly, his smile was more beautiful than this flower.
The sea is even brighter: "What? I haven't seen you for a while, and I miss you?"
Fang Xiyan: “…”
Miss you! This guy belongs to Cao Cao? Just recite it casually and pops up!
Feng Xiaoxun walked slowly over and glanced at the women: "What are you doing around her?" His voice was a little cold and thin.
The women shrank for a moment, and lay on the ground without even raising their heads. The woman in purple was still more energetic and immediately reported: "I'm here to pay my respects to the new master."
Other women also echoed.
Feng Xiaoxun's Liuli's eyes faintly swept on Fang Xiyan: "Who said she is your new master?"
This sentence was shocking. All the flower demons were stunned, and their eyes were all looking at Fang Xiyan. To be precise, they were looking at her clothes; "That--that her clothes..."
Feng Xiaoxun smiled leisurely, his eyes a little cold: "The clothes were worn by her own, not what I asked her to wear."
"Then-she...is she?" the woman in yellow asked.
"She - now she is just a prisoner of me." Feng Xiaoxun's tone was faint, and he looked at Fang Xiyan coldly, and a dark light flashed in his eyes.
The flower demons suddenly understood and were all filled with righteous indignation. The woman in purple said angrily: "Damn it, it turns out that she is just a prisoner! She dares to wear the clothes of the future hostess, and she is really impatient to live!" As soon as she brushed her sleeves, a purple light was shining.
He sent it out and shot towards Fang Xiyan!
Fang Xiyan was prepared for a long time. Although she had lost her spiritual power, her internal strength was still there. She flashed slightly, and the purple light shot into the air. Her slender white palm sucked it again, and the purple light was picked up by her.
He put it in his hand and smiled coldly: "I'll give it back to you with such beautiful petals!"
With a casual swing, the purple light reflected back, the speed was several times faster than before!
The purple-clothed flower demon was not as good as her lightness skills. She could not dodge her and was shot under the ribs by the purple light!
With a chirping sound, a scream, he fell to the ground, and the face full of pain was filled with dark purple juice flowing out under her ribs.
She rubbed the wound and rolled around, wishing she could scream, but Feng Xiaoxun was here, and she didn't dare to be arrogant, just moaned softly: "Demon Lord - Lord Demon Lord save... Help..."