The whole world expects me to get a divorce

Wen Yan was almost pissed off by the rope that tied him.

It was tied so that there was no gap at all, and it looked like it was produced by the Yaozu, so he had already broken free from the rope in the world.

But now he was bound so tightly that he couldn't move, his wrists were almost worn out, and his fingertips couldn't reach the red bead.

But Zhu Yun's mood improved visibly with the naked eye, especially when he saw the refining circle becoming more and more complete.

Whenever he was in a good mood, he would complain about Rong Xiao to Wen Yan, it seemed that Rong Xiao had been suffering for a long time.Also by the way, the City Lord of Yingshan is also a dog leg, he only knows how to listen to the words of the Demon Management Bureau and Rong Xiao.

"Rong Xiao is a scourge of the demon world. He set up a demon management bureau to let monsters and humans live together, so that we were all forced to come to Yingshan. More than 100 years ago, my brother just killed a man from a villa. He He actually wanted my brother to pay for his life," Zhu Yun let out a contemptuous laugh, "Ignorant and stupid. He was just lucky, and he was not liquidated by heaven. If the ancestor of my family is still alive, how could it be his turn to do it here? Prestige. When the ancestors come back to the world, the demon world will definitely not be like the stagnant water it is now."

Wen Yan couldn't listen anymore, this idiot Zhu Yanzu was a group of anti-social monsters, and felt that he had been aggrieved for so many years.They don't like the current harmonious society at all, and they want to return to the feudal era, where monsters kill people casually and no one cares.

He rolled his eyes, "Your brother's relationship is a murderer. You know that this means making him pay for his life in modern society. In ancient times, he would have to know? Our family Rong Xiao has a good temper. You can't even kill him. Not even Littlefinger."

Before he finished speaking, he was slapped heavily on the face.

Wen Yan was stunned by the beating.

But he soon looked at Zhu Yun like a furious little lion, "I'm such a fool!"

Zhu Yun stopped laughing.

His bland face looked gloomy at this moment.

"Calling you Mrs. Sheng, you are really using yourself as a dish," Zhu Yun said coldly, "You are just a human being, and you dare to speak out and judge the right and wrong of the monster race."

Wen Yan only felt a rush of energy and blood.

He has never suffered such a loss in his life. His parents have loved him like an eyeball since he was a child, and when they came to Rong Xiao's side, Rong Xiao also protected him and did not want him to suffer a little.

Now the flat-haired monster in front of him dared to hit him!

When he goes back, Zhu Yun must be plucked and put into the pot to make soup! !

Wen Yan was very angry, but the hero didn't want to suffer the loss in front of him, he secretly exhaled, gritted his teeth and swallowed the blood.

I don't know if it was because of Zhu Yun's anger, but he felt that the spiritual power in his body became smoother than before. When Zhu Yun tied him up, he also sealed the spiritual power in his body, but now he feels that it is running smoothly. It seems to be going well again.

But before he had time to try, he heard Zhu Yun say, "It's done."

His heart tightened.

Sure enough, in the next second, he was picked up by Zhu Yun. Like a chicken waiting to be slaughtered, he was thrown into the middle of the formation they had been drawing, face to face with Zhu Yan's ancestor's skeleton.

Wen Yan stepped back quietly, his fingertips were almost touching the glass bead, and it was about to be crushed.

But a hand stretched out from the horizontal thorn, and forcibly snatched the glazed bead away.

He raised his head, and met a gloomy face, which he recognized, was the high priest of the Zhuyan tribe.

The high priest took the glazed bead and offered it to Zhu Yun. Zhu Yun held the bead and looked at it, then sneered, "I underestimated you, I didn't expect Rong Xiao to take a fancy to you."

Zhu Yun pinched the bead on his fingertips, feeling vigilant. He originally thought that Rong Xiao probably didn't care about this human being, but now he doesn't necessarily think so.

Unavoidable that Yechang had many dreams, he made other irrelevant clansmen retreat.Only the high priest remained on the altar.

"Let's do it." Zhu Yun ordered, "Don't leave any trouble."

The high priest nodded, pulled out the dagger from his waist, and walked towards Wen Yan step by step.

This time Wen Yan really had a sense of panic that his life was hanging by a thread.

His already fair face became paler.

He wanted to step back, but the entire altar was empty, and there was nowhere to hide.In his panic, he could vaguely see the skeleton of Zhu Yan's ancestor, which was almost golden under the sunlight, and there was a red flame in those empty eye sockets at some point, like a faint will-o'-the-wisp.

But don't wait for him to take a second look.

The gloomy high priest held his shoulder with one hand, and raised the dagger high with the other——

This group of Zhu Yan didn't follow the villain's law at all, they wouldn't beep if they said they would do anything, and they didn't even intend to let Wen Yan keep a last word.

Wen Yan even stopped breathing, and could only see the snow-white dagger in his sight.

In an instant, many things flashed through his mind, he remembered that his parents were still waiting for him to go back at home, he remembered that Li Zheng called him yesterday and asked when he would come back, he remembered that You Buwen asked him which scented tea he drank in the morning... ...

I still think of the fireworks that exploded in the sky when he confessed to Rong Xiao under that tree...

When it played back like a revolving lantern in his mind, the high priest's hand fell down.

In the movie, the protagonist can always save the day at this moment.

But in reality nothing happened.

The dagger penetrated his ribs.

puff.

It was the sound of a knife cutting flesh.

The red blood soon soaked through Wen Yan's white clothes.

Wen Yan had never felt such pain in his life.

It really hurts, not the kind of pain he used to act like a spoiled child to Rong Xiao when he burned his hands.

He could even feel blood draining from his body...

But he actually endured it and didn't shout out.

"The sacrifice begins."

The high priest pulled the dagger out of Wen Yan's body again.

He raised the blood-stained dagger high to the clansmen, and then walked off the altar.

Behind him, Wen Yan was left alone on the altar.

What he was wearing today was an ivory white robe with the appearance of epiphyllum embroidered on the cuffs, which reminded him of the day when Rong Xiao took him on a date.

That day he kissed Rong Xiao, it was his first kiss.

He had always felt that Rong Xiao would definitely come to save him just now, and there was no proof, it was just so sure.

But now that he was lying on the altar, his body was getting colder and colder.

He thought that Rong Xiao would probably still come.

He was sure that Rong Xiao would not abandon him.

It's a pity that he doesn't know if he can last until then.

If I had known that I should have another kiss, it would be considered a romantic affair under the peony flowers.

Wen Yan thought happily in bitterness.

His mouth was filled with the smell of blood, and he glanced at the altar with difficulty.

Those Zhu Yan were all looking in this direction fanatically, a bunch of bastards and criminals, without any mercy.

He didn't dare to think about what his parents would do if he really died here.

It's easy for others to say, Rong Xiao and You Buwen are big bosses in the demon world, and they don't have to worry about having no one to accompany them. Li Zheng and Jin Yueze will also have other friends, only his parents, and he is the only cub under their knees. When it is raised, it will be gone if it is gone.

If I had known earlier, I would have persuaded his parents to have a second child.

Wen Yan was full of sadness, and finally couldn't hold back the tears, which fell down.

.........

But only a few seconds later, he suddenly saw a raging fire on the edge of the altar.

The raging fire came from nowhere, and it bloomed like a red lotus, and instantly swept through the Suzaku people surrounding the altar.

And in this endless fire like a red lotus, a familiar figure came stepping on the flames.She was dressed in red, almost blending with the raging fire, her facial features were extremely coquettish, but her expression was as cold as ice.

Wherever he passed, the flames burned like hot magma, easily engulfing the monsters who tried to resist.

Wen Yan's eyes widened.

It was the first time he saw Rong Xiao's murderous appearance.

When Rong Xiao was at home, most of them were in the state of retirement, and he liked to wear light-colored clothes, his emotions and anger were invisible, and it seemed that there was nothing worthy of his anger.

But now Wen Yan looked at Rong Xiao across an altar, and could clearly feel the killing intent on Rong Xiao's body. Those monsters who tried to stop them were like paper, and they couldn't even touch Rong Xiao, so they were burned It became a writhing black shadow on the ground.

Wen Yan didn't think Rong Xiao like this was scary, he saw the figure in red rushing towards him, with endless flames behind him, and something blurred in his mind.

The scene in front of me seemed to have happened before.

He seemed to have seen Rong Xiao running towards him in the flames, it was the same flame, and Rong Xiao was also dressed in red.

Rong Xiao landed next to Wen Yan, hugged him, and quickly helped Wen Yan stop the bleeding, his face was frighteningly gloomy.

"It's okay." He didn't know whether he was comforting Wen Yan or himself, "It's over, you'll be fine."

Wen Yan didn't feel too scared.

As soon as Rong Xiao appeared, he felt that the dust had settled.

Just like the hero always arrives last, even if he is a moment late, he always saves the hostages.

He felt his mind getting more and more dizzy, and the blood loss still made him dizzy, before he could say anything to Rong Xiao, he passed out.

The last impression he had before he passed out was Rong Xiao's eyes.

It was no longer the emerald green he was familiar with, but an incredible golden red, sinking into gold like a sunset.

.........

Rong Xiao hugged Wen Yan, the blood on Wen Yan's body stained his clothes.

He looked at the people of the Zhu Yan tribe who were still surrounded by flames, his eyes seemed to be looking at a dead object.

At this time, Yingshan's armed team also rushed to the scene, including the patriarchs of the other three clans, and quickly subdued the monsters present as if they were guilty of meritorious deeds.

And Zhu Yun, who was still rampant just a moment ago, was the one who was burned the worst by the flames. Those flames seemed to stick to him, and they couldn't be extinguished no matter what.

But he is still persistently crawling in the direction of the ancestor's remains...

Rong Xiao has no time to deal with them now, they are just remnants and defeated soldiers, not worth mentioning.The Lord of Shadow Mountain will naturally imprison them.

He carried Wen Yan all the way back to the city lord's mansion as quickly as possible. There were already doctors waiting there, and they immediately surrounded him to treat Wen Yan as much as possible.

Rong Xiao has been guarding the door.

He could smell the blood in the air, and he could hear the doctors whispering and passing things.

And Wen Yan remained in a coma quietly, without making any sound.

This made him uncontrollably anxious.

He knew that Wen Yan's injury was not fatal, and the Yaozu were not human healers, even if they were dying, there were ways to save them.

Wen Yan would be alive and kicking again within a few days.

But the scene of Wen Yan lying on the altar just now kept appearing in front of his eyes.

He broke through the forbidden area on the mountain behind the Yushen Temple and rushed in, thinking that he was not late...

But he looked up and was in the raging fire, and saw Wen Yan lying alone on the altar, with bright red blood under his body, more gorgeous than the color of the flames.

If he was one step late, Wen Yan's blood would be drained alive, and all of it would be poured into the bones of Zhu Yan's ancestors, and Wen Yan himself would also turn into a white bone.

Rong Xiao just thought about it for a moment, and anger appeared in his eyes.

He lowered his eyebrows and looked at the blood stained on his clothes, it was Wen Yan's, it had dried up and turned into a mass of dark brown.

He has never been a gentle and healing wood-type monster.

He is the only endless tree under Kunlun Mountain.

Born to burn everything with inexhaustible fire.

Footsteps sounded on the long corridor, You Buwen walked over with a knife in hand, and sat down beside Rong Xiao.

He glanced into the room and knew that the doctors were treating Wen Yan.

While wiping the blood on the knife, he reported to Rong Xiao, "All of the Zhuyan tribe have been captured, and the patriarch and the elders were all seriously injured by your fire. Now they are only holding their breath. The Lord of Yingshan did not dare to deal with it without authorization. Waiting for your hair to fall."

Rong Xiao closed his eyes, "Let them wait."

After Wen Yan confirmed that he was safe, he would have time to take care of this group of trash.