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death marks

Seeing that the Xuan people were about to flee, when the white-haired man tried to step forward, "King, no, none of us can touch the Xuan Fire." Lan Ziye hurriedly stretched out his hand to stop the man's impulse.

They could only watch helplessly as Xuan Shiran sank into the star array and disappeared. After the surrounding flames also disappeared, the place returned to the silence of the previous nights. All that was left around was a mess covered in flames.

After it was indeed safe, Lan Ziye and Feng Liexing put away the protective wall in front of them.

Just when he thought he could let everyone breathe a sigh of relief, "Wang, what's wrong with you?" The voice from behind made Lan Ziye quickly turn around, only to see the white-haired man holding a hand with a pale face and a look of pain.

"King" Lan Ziye hurriedly stepped forward, pushed aside the black-haired man who was supporting the white-haired man next to him, and helped the man into the room.

This move made the black-haired man stunned for a moment, and then he followed him.

"Take care of this place," Feng Liexing ordered the soldiers and then walked in the direction of Lan Ziye and the others.

The three of them saw several dark red complex stripes on the right arm of the white-haired man, with a faint red light, "death marks." The white-haired man said in a low and slightly painful voice, if he hadn't used his own

I'm afraid I'll die from the pain if I'm suppressed by the king's power.

"Wang, is she really a member of the Xuan Clan?" Feng Liexing still didn't believe it. After all, he had never seen a real Xuan Clan, and the clan was not exterminated 50 years ago.

"I am now certain that the six-pointed star array that appeared in the woods tonight was activated by the Xuan clan. She must be a descendant of the Xuan clan and came from different time and space." The white-haired man tightened his hand on the painful arm, with a flash in his eyes.

unwilling

"King, the death mark must be broken by people from the Xuan clan, otherwise" Lan Ziye looked serious, because if a person who has received the death mark does not break the curse within three days, the curse mark will be burned by the mysterious fire when it is spread all over the body.

Even to death, not even the king could withstand the flames of the cursed clan.

"Notify her, issue her wanted order, and find her no matter what." The man clenched his fists, with a cold light in his eyes. He wanted to find her no matter what, and he would use any means necessary.

"yes"

"yes"

Lan Ziye and Feng Liexing lowered their heads in obedience, "Take care of the king." Lan Ziye glanced at the black-haired man expressionlessly, and then left with Feng Liexing.

"King" After the black-haired man watched the two people leave, he quickly turned around and looked worriedly at the white-haired man with an unattractive face.

"Go out." The man's calm voice contained an absolute order that must be obeyed.

"Yes." The black-haired man walked to the door and looked back worriedly at Wang, who didn't even look at him. His eyes dimmed, he opened the door and left.


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