Young Master’s Favorite, Where is She Going?

"If you want that human to live well, just give me the end of worship."

The ruthless words of the patriarch passed into Wen Xiaoai's ears.

Of the hundreds of people in the hall, only she could hear her, and her sense of despair doubled.

Wen Xiaoai trembled uncontrollably, and bit her lower lip tightly, so she didn't let her emotionally lose control and cry.

A faint smell of blood permeated the lips, and the bright red blood made the already blushing lips even more red.

Tears blurred her eyes, and the bright red Hippa pierced her eyes.

After this worship, she really became someone else's righteous wife.

Knowing that there has been no turnaround at this point, Wen Xiaoai still couldn't persuade herself, and her body was even more honest.

Ye Qi slowly closed his eyes, buried all the emotions in his eyes, still maintaining the posture of worship, motionless.

"What's the matter?"

"What's the matter with the little princess?"

"Why don't you worship?"

Xi Niang was also a little confused for a while, so she could only utter a loud voice again: "Worship heaven and earth."

"..."

"It seems you don't care about the life and death of that human being."

The patriarch's ruthless words came into his ears again, and Wen Xiaoai almost blurted out the word "no".

She bit her torn lips and whimpered silently twice, shaking her body more and more.

Finally, he closed his eyes in resignation, and dropped two lines of tears.

Prepare to bend down and salute.

Seeing this, Xi Niang hurriedly said loudly again:

"The husband and wife worship."

Seeing that Wen Xiaoai finally made a move, the patriarch was about to breathe a sigh of relief, suddenly the wind and clouds outside the hall changed, and the dark clouds pressed on top. The originally bright sky quickly dimmed, and it was as dark as the evening.

The majestic devilish energy swept in with a force of breaking the bamboo, and hit the top, even the wind was a bit colder than before.

The crows crowing closely followed.

The expressions of everyone in the hall changed.

"what happened?"

"Devil Qi is a member of the Demon Race."

"The demons are here."

There was a riot in the hall.

An elder who had lost his beloved relative immediately stood up with a murderous expression, and went straight to the entrance of the hall with murderous aura.

With the elder taking the lead, other people in the hall also followed out.

At the entrance of the main hall, there were crowds of people in an instant.

Everyone walked out and looked up, only to realize that the darkening of the sky was not because of dark clouds.

That day, all the people on Wuyangyang were magic soldiers.

Countless magic soldiers and blood crows.

It almost occupies half of the sky on top of their hall, which can be described as spectacular.

In this battle, the oppressed people almost couldn't lift their heads.

"It's Mo Yu, Qin Ming, and Gua Yue, and the thirteen flags."

Someone recognized the leaders with their sharp eyes.

The three guardians of the devil world, and the thirteen flags that rarely show up.

All came except Zuo Yan.

It seems that today, their cat demon clan can't escape.

Many black shadows passed by, before they could react, the three major guardians of the devil world and the thirteen flags were already standing opposite to them just ten feet away.

And tens of thousands of magic soldiers are still in the air.

Goodbye to the demons, everyone is afraid and hate.

"Devil, you have lost all your conscience and do a lot of evil, so you dare to show up." The elder Li, who lost his closest relatives and was ruined by Zuo Yan, scolded.

"What about the traitor Zuo Yan? Is he hiding in the dark again to ambush us? Let him come out, I want to avenge my father." A young man stood up, his sword pointed directly at them, his eyes filled with hatred full.