Fanyin Lifeng's eyes narrowed dangerously. As the head of the Eight Princes, how could she be threatened by a little girl? Even though she has the spirit of speech, so what! This is not enough to make them surrender. Just like, the Eight Princes
I will not surrender to Sheng of such a lowly bloodline.
"So what!" An Xiaoruo admitted generously.
"You think Yan Ling can restrain us. You are wrong. Maybe you can restrain Mang, but... it seems impossible for us." Fanyinji smiled disdainfully, his eyes full of sarcasm, for An
Xiaoruo's overestimation of his own abilities is funny.
"...Time stands still." An Xiaoruo ignored their sarcasm and ridicule and whispered.
Suddenly, the wind and rain changed color, everyone stood frozen and unable to move, and there was nothing but shock in the eyes of His Highness the Eighth Prince.
An Xiaoruo had long expected that Yan Ling only inherited a special ability from Wang. However, this time stopped, that is, the moment An Xiaoruo was pushed down from the stairs by the brothers of the Death Organization in the company that day, An Xiaoruo
If it was just aroused by a strong desire to not want to die, I might not have known it at the time, but now, that’s not necessarily the case.
With a thought in An Xiaoruo's mind, the iron cage suddenly turned into ashes, and the iron chains wrapped around Sheng also disappeared with An Xiaoruo's powerful thoughts. Such a powerful and terrifying power once again shocked all the Highnesses present.
An Xiaoruo walked in front of Sheng, squatted down, and helped Sheng's body up. He still couldn't stop the flow of blood. Such a bright color, such a pale and colorless face, seemed to disappear at any time.
"Wake up... Sheng..."
An Xiaoruo had nothing but anger and grief in her heart. Seeing Sheng like this, her heart felt like it had been severely scratched by something, and a broken heart that was no longer complete was slowly being torn apart.
An Xiaoruo looked at Fanyin Ran Sheng who had no reaction. Tears gradually blurred his vision, and one drop or two fell on Sheng's peerless face. Gradually, Fanyin Ran Sheng's body seemed to react to An Xiaoruo's tears.
, the whole body emitted a dazzling light, blue
Purple streams of light intertwined with each other, and the pure white clothes dyed red by blood faded away from the crimson color and became exceptionally clean. It was as eye-catching as a waterfall. His eye-catching long hair was lifted by the wind. His body gradually rose and hung in the mid-air.
, emitting a dazzling light.
Suddenly, An Xiaoruo's powers were ineffective, and his long silver hair instantly turned black. Only the clothes on his body remained unchanged, and the power in his body gradually faded. Everything began to operate normally, and even the Eight Princes
They all half-knelt down in fear and looked like they were surrendering.
What happened??
An Xiaoruo didn't know either.
Fanyin Yichen was also hanging in the air, with a ball of blue-purple flowing flame in his hand. There was a sparkling object wrapped in the flame. Fanyin Yichen threw the ball into Sheng's body hanging in the air.
, once again emitted a dazzling light, this change seemed to shock the entire vampire clan.
The light gradually disappeared, and An Xiaoruo reluctantly saw a man in white clothes who was as handsome as an immortal hanging in the air. His long silver hair was particularly eye-catching, and there was a faint blue or purple light in his silver eyes.
, his whole body was shrouded in a layer of light or deep halo, and he stood peerlessly, and his aura was no less than that of the king back then.