Young Master’s Favorite, Where is She Going?

Mo Yu was furious, thinking that Zuo Yan was poisoning him.

"mean."

He raised his hand to absorb the blood worms that had penetrated into the skin on his face, but unexpectedly caused those worms to accelerate to the flesh and blood under his skin.

Zuo Yan smiled triumphantly, his eyes full of devastating sin.

This blood worm was a blood worm he extracted from his body, and then refined it with poison.

As long as the skin is stained a little, it will be like him and Ye Qi, from then on **** Gu.

Although lifeless, life is better than death.

Nie Jiuque, I see if you dare to urge blood to torture me in the future.

A black shadow passed by, and Nie Jiuque's figure appeared in front of everyone.

Zuo Yan's face changed drastically.

"The Lord."

"Honorable Lord." The Thirteen Banners and Qin Ming said repeatedly.

Mo Yu also subconsciously called out Nie Jiuque's respect, but Nie Jiuque suddenly stopped his forcibly removing the blood gu, and then immediately used other methods to help him remove the gu worm.

When Mo Yu was puzzled, he felt the burning sensation on his face receding, and the blood worms that had penetrated his skin were all absorbed by Nie Jiuque in his palm.

I saw a red in Nie Jiuque's palm, and a group of flames suddenly appeared, instantly burning the blood into ashes.

Mo Yu raised his hand and touched his okay face, then heaved a sigh of relief.

"Thank you Lord."

The flame in his palm receded, but the eyes under his mask burned with raging fire, and the anger spread with a prairie fire, almost igniting his whole person.

Nie Jiuque was so angry that he turned around and raised his hand. The soul-shattering hand formed by the magical energy grabbed Zuo Yan by the neck and lifted him up.

"Where is Ye Yin?!"

Nie Jiuque asked sharply.

"Wh, what..."

Zuo Yan's face quickly turned red due to lack of oxygen.

The desire to survive makes him instinctively want to break the hand on his neck that can crush his soul at any time.

"Don't challenge my patience, I will ask one last time, what about Ye Yin?!" Nie Jiuque increased his hand strength while speaking.

The suffocating sense of death made Zuo Yan not care about the distinction between monarchs and ministers, not to mention that he had a murderous intention towards Nie Jiuque, so he raised his hand and called out his saber and stabbed him at Nie Jiuque.

"Respect and beware." Mo Yu hurriedly reminded.

With a wave of Nie Jiuque's hand, he swung away the sharp sword flying in front of him, and then slammed the hand that controlled Zuo Yan.

Zuo Yan's body was flung out like a broken kite. After hitting the wall, he fell heavily to the ground.

"Ahem, ahem..."

With no time to take care of the pain, Zuo Yan clutched his neck with one hand, coughing and panting constantly, panting in a panic.

"Zuo Yan, you are really bold and dare to attack the deity. Believe it or not, the deity can now cure you of the crime of conspiracy and rebellion!"

"Ahem... The Lord will cure me, how dare I resist."

Zuo Yan struggled on the ground for a while, then slowly stood up.

The innocent eyes were full of dissatisfaction with Nie Jiuque.

"I don't have time to turn over the old accounts with you, hand over Ye Yin, I will spare your life for the time being, otherwise, don't blame the deity for not being affectionate."

He still has important things to do and has no time to waste with Zuo Yan.

"Isn't Yeyin one of your personal servants? How can the Lord beg me?"

"I said, don't challenge my patience!"

"I also said, I don't know, I haven't seen the night at all...ah."

Before Zuo Yan finished speaking, a burst of bone-cutting pain spread all over his body.