The holy beast noticed the bloody-haired Mu Mengzi. He was stunned for a moment and saluted quickly: "I have met the Holy Lord!"
He understood that it was the Holy Lord who captured him.
The bloody-haired Mu Mengzi curled her lips and glanced at him.
That smile was sarcastic, and then she turned her eyes to the Lord Wang Chuxue: "How is it? Your former subordinate has become my lackey, how do you feel?"
The holy beast's eyes quietly followed the blood-haired Mu Mengzi to look at Wang Chuxue. The moment he saw the other person, he trembled unconsciously.
His pupils narrowed and his eyes were swallowed by fear.
Huaxian, who was carrying Li Yanxiao on his back, glanced at the holy beast with a murderous look: "Sure enough, Yan Wu was right to destroy the Bai clan, but you, as a legacy, defected to the vampire clan!"
"shameful!"
The holy beast wanted to tear out the flower fairy's mouth, but he didn't dare. No matter how angry he was, he could only bury it in his heart.
Because the person sitting in front of him is the Lord!
The Lord is the Lord of Hundred Demons! One of the two Lords of Heaven!
If she wanted to kill him, she would probably just raise her hand...
No! Maybe you don’t even need to lift your hands.
The bloody-haired Mu Mengzi had no intention of defending the holy beast. Instead, she followed the flower fairy and taunted the holy beast: "It seems you are not very popular!"
The holy beast gritted its teeth and clenched its fists, lowering its head and not daring to speak.
Wang Chuxue glanced at the holy beast and said casually: "I also know about Yan Wu's destruction of the Bai clan. You, the Bai clan, were entirely to blame for your own destruction!"
The holy beast buried its head and trembled.
His pupils shrank to the size of a grain of rice, but the hatred covered them with fear.
Wang Chuxue picked up the teacup and took another sip: "Back then, there was no place for monsters in the heaven, so you fled to the human world. Yan Wu kindly helped you plead with nature, and that's why you monsters were left here."
"But you Bai people don't want to repay you. You want to dominate the world. If I don't destroy you, I will take action!"
At this moment, the Holy Beast finally couldn't bear it any longer. Like a misunderstood child, he shouted at Wang Chuxue: "Even if I, the Bai people, are at fault, do we all deserve to die!?"
"My wife! My child! My mother! And all the innocent members of the Bai tribe, they have no part in dominating the world!"
"But what did Yan Wu do!? After he helped the ten-tailed sky fox become an immortal, he asked him to lead a group of miscellaneous monsters to destroy our Bai tribe!"
"This hatred, this hatred! I will never forget it for the rest of my life!"
The holy beast stared at the holy beast with a determined expression.
Wang Chuxue remained silent.
I don’t know whether it was because of the Holy Beast’s misunderstanding, or because of some other reason.
The blood-haired Mu Mengzi frowned slightly and warned: "Even if you surrender to me, I have to tell you."
"If you dare to touch Yan Wu, I will make your soul fly to pieces!"
The holy beast remained silent, but no one knew what he was thinking.
The blood-haired Mu Mengzi stopped looking at the holy beast and looked at Wang Chuxue: "Take out that body with extremely yin fate."
The holy beast didn't ask anything. The magic circle condensed and a blood-colored ice coffin came out.
And lying in the coffin was Xu Yuyu's body.
The blood-haired Mu Mengzi was slightly shocked when she saw Xu Yuyu in the blood-colored ice coffin: "Oh, you have taken good care of this body!"
The Holy Beast replied in an emotionless voice: "The Holy Master praised it instantly. This is what a subordinate should do."
Blood-haired Mu Mengzi turned her eyes to Li Yanxiao and compared the two: "Why do you feel like I'm at a loss?"
Wang Chuxue's expression did not change and she said calmly: "You may also consider not changing."
The bloody-haired Mu Mengzi gritted her silver teeth, but she endured it when she thought that this was not the first time she had suffered a loss.
"You have to bring something with you!" This was the last stubbornness of the blood-haired Mu Mengzi.
