Young Master’s Favorite, Where is She Going?

Jun Moyan looked at Wen Xiaoai deeply, but did not let go of his raised hand.

Zuo Yan couldn't help laughing out loud, calm and suppressed with excitement, and said with a sly smile: "Kneel down."

"...What are you talking about?" Nie Jiuque's eyes were deep, his tone was cold, his suppressed murderous aura kept rising.

"I let you kneel, can't you hear you deaf?!" Zuo Yan was suddenly crazy, and the hand that strangled Wen Xiaoai's neck suddenly tightened, his face hideous and terrifying.

"Zuo Yan!" Jun Moyan's face turned pale, his body was uncontrollable, and he took a step forward again, the powerful spiritual power on his body poured like mountains and seas.

But Zuo Yan threatened not to come forward.

Zuo Yan glanced at Jun Moyan warningly, and then continued to look at Nie Jiuque: "I'll say it again, kneel down!"

"Zuo Yan, can you afford it?!" Mo Yu broke out of the chaos, rushed forward, and the **** sword pointed directly at Zuo Yan, shouting angrily.

The Thirteen Banners of the Demon Realm, Qin Ming Guayue, the elders, patriarchs, and Ye Qi of the Cat Demon Clan came one after another.

"Little princess."

"Xiao Ai."

"Zuo Yan, you think about it clearly. If something happens to her, you won't be able to live today." Feng Lidan shouted at Zuo Yan anxiously.

Zuo Yan ignored them, staring at Nie Jiuque with abnormally excited eyes.

Nie Jiuque was stabbed with a sword in his arm, and the blood stained the entire sleeve, flowing along the hilt to the tip of the sword, drop by drop.

The hand holding the long sword tightened fiercely. The next moment, Nie Jiuque dropped the long sword in his hand, lifted his robe, and knelt down straight.

"The Lord."

"Honorable Lord." The eyes of Mo Yu and others were red with anger, and they wished to smash Zuo Yan into pieces.

"Let her go." Nie Jiuque's hands hanging beside her were tightly clenched together.

He looked at Wen Xiaoai, his blood splattered face disappeared from the hostility and murderous intent of just now.

He just looked at her like this, his eyes firm, just as he did a thousand years ago.

No matter how long it has passed, his affection for her is only deep, not shallow.

Wen Xiaoai looked at Nie Jiuque's familiar but unfamiliar face, and for some reason, tears rushed down instantly.

In a daze, there seemed to be more layers of consciousness that didn't belong to her, struggling painfully in her mind.

"Hahaha, Nie Jiuque, when you also kneel down to beg me, don't you be so arrogant that you are too arrogant? In the end, you were not trampled under my feet like a dog." Zuo Yan laughed and said viciously. .

Nie Jiuque clenched his hand on his side, and the blood on his arm burst open, and the blood was flowing violently.

"Let her go."

Still this sentence, the breath is not as calm as before.

"Let her go? Wait until you have no scruples to kill me? Are you too naive, or when I am stupid?" Zuo Yan said with a smile.

"what do you really want?"

"What do you want? Don't you know what I want? I just want to see if you are better off than dead, helpless, wagging at me like a dog, hahaha."

Seeing Wen Xiaoai's painful and unbearable appearance, Jun Moyan could no longer calm down. With a wave of his hand, a black long sword formed by spiritual power pointed at Nie Jiuque, suppressing the monstrous killing intent in his heart, and said:

"Don't you just want him to die, let her go, and this seat will let him have no reincarnation for life after life."

"Okay, as long as you kill him, I will spare her life." Zuo Yanxinran agreed.

Jun Moyan raised his hand, and the powerful sword aura forced Nie Jiuque: "You'd better speak your words, otherwise this seat will let you die."

"Jun Mo Yan...Don't..." Wen Xiaoai shed tears and shook his head weakly at him.