"Kill him!" the "ancestor" of the Alchemy Palace spoke softly. Wang Zhimo pinched Xiao Yan's neck with a fierce force. Xiao Yan's expression was painful and ferocious. His body could not exert any strength at all, and he was grunting.
The blood was pouring out, and Xiao Yan's face was covered with blood as plasma sprayed out. If this continues, Xiao Yan's neck may really be crushed to pieces.
"Damn it, damn it, Xiao Yan, you can't die, little liar, you haven't married me yet..." Qing Muer burst into tears. Seeing Xiao Yan in danger, Qing Muer wished that she was the one being pinched at this moment, she was even willing to take her place.
Xiao Yan is going to die. "Xiao Yan... what to do... what to do, everyone help Xiao Yan!!" Qing Haoran was also anxious, but Zhen Zongfu was seriously injured, Xuetu, Yin Xue, Qingying and others looked at Wang
There was fear in the eyes of the demons. They would never take the risk to save Xiao Yan, otherwise they would become the next Xiao Yan.
"Ahem...Brother, please loosen your hands, otherwise there will be no more." Just when everyone was extremely nervous and Xiao Yan's life was in danger, suddenly a white hand was placed on Wang Zhimo
The arm holding Xiao Yan's neck spoke with a gentle but domineering voice. Qing Mu'er's crying stopped suddenly. Feng Feng, Zi Ying and Xiao Zhan all froze, as if time had stopped all of a sudden.
Everyone was startled and slowly looked towards the voice. Almost everyone's eyes shrank, but Qing Mu'er, Feng Feng, Zi Ying, Xiao Zhan and others were all excited.
Started to tremble.
With a handsome appearance, exquisite facial features, sword-shaped eyebrows and starry eyes, he was dressed in white, just like a scholar. His voice had a unique magnetism. When this voice sounded, even Xiao Yan, who was unconscious, stared and twisted his eyes.
Xiao Yan looked at the place where the sound came from while his neck was pinched by Wang Zhimo. He saw that the corner of Xiao Yan's mouth curled up, and Xiao Yan actually smiled again at this moment!
"He...why did he appear here? I...I saw it right!" Qing Muer was so excited that she hesitated to speak. She turned to look at the storm, Ziying, Xiao Zhan and others on both sides. The three of them were all stunned.
He stood with his eyes wide open, showing an expression of disbelief, and his dull eyes showed disbelief.
"Nan...Nan Erming, he was actually resurrected by Master Xiao!!" Xiao Zhan said the name slowly, and everyone looked at that handsome face, which was even more handsome than before, with more features between his features.
He had a temperament that no one could describe, and his face was as warm as jade, but everyone was immediately shocked. When Nan Erming died, he was only at the peak of six stars. Even if he was resurrected and gained good luck, he would not dare to fight against the evil king.
If you talk like this, even if you are resurrected, aren't you looking for death again?
"Huh? I told you to let go, can't you hear me?" Xiao Yan still didn't let go of his arm, and his domineering words made everyone open their mouths, feeling like their teeth were about to fall out.
He looked closely at the figure in white who placed his hand safely on the arm of Wang Zhisha Demon. As soon as the words came out, there were even cold hissing sounds.
"Who is this person... This is the rhythm of seeking death."
"He... I know him... He is also one of the strong men around Xiao Yan. His name seems to be... Nan Erming!!"
"Then what kind of strength does this person have that he dares to provoke the evil demon of the king like this?"