"It's great to be able to marry you." Situ Ran's throat tightened, and a thousand words could only be reduced to one simple sentence.
"It's not bad to marry you." An Luoluo looked up and smiled at him.
At this moment, Divine Lord Zi Yao and Jimo Xueling have stopped. It is obvious that both of them are exhausted. They both use weapons to support their bodies and half kneel on the ground. Lord Zi Yao is still holding Jimo Xueyan in his hand. It seems that
He was unwilling to let her go until his death.
Several elders and some generals gathered around them, seemingly waiting for the opportunity to deal with him.
"Ziyao, do you want to keep fighting?" Jimo Xueling looked at the people around him coldly. Of course he knew their intentions. Now that they were both exhausted, those elders might not be able to hold on any longer.
Zi Yao Shenjun glanced at the people who surrounded them with his sharp eyes, and the corners of his cold lips evoked a trace of bloodthirsty murderous intent. He vigorously shook the spear in his hand and slowly stood up.
"Are you really desperate for your life?" Seeing his move, Jimo Xueling suddenly became angry and angry.
"I said that I would follow her life and death!" Lord Zi Yao looked at the person in his arms, with a hint of tenderness in his deep voice.
"What are you doing? Xue Yan doesn't want to see you do this." Jimo Xueling continued to persuade him.
"Go away, otherwise I will be rude to you." The deep voice suddenly turned cold, and the purple eyes like snow instantly ignited murderous intent.
"You can leave me if you want. Give me Xueyan. I don't want to see her stained with blood again." Jimo Xueling also slowly stood up, walked to him, and stretched out her hands.
"No, she can't leave my side." Zi Yao Shenjun immediately took Xue Yan and took two steps back.
"God Lord Xueling, please get out of the way. His combat effectiveness has declined. Let us take care of him." An elder surrounding them said immediately.
"As long as I'm here, you can't even think of hurting him." Jimo Xueling suddenly turned around, held his sword horizontally, stopped in front of him and said sternly.
"Sir Xueling, this is His Majesty's oracle, do you want to resist it?" The seventh elder immediately shouted loudly.
"Your Majesty hands him over to me, and I will handle it. You stand down." Jimo Xueling said coldly.
"No, I know that you and him have always had a good relationship, but this time it was the order from the God Emperor, and we cannot let him go. If God Lord Xueling protects him and accidentally hurts you, don't blame our men for being ruthless."
An elder said with a sneer.
"In this case, I don't have anything to say." They had already consumed a lot of energy in the fight just now. If they surge up now, they will have no choice but to be captured. Mo Xueling looked at them and made an estimate in her mind.
"What should we do? They are going to besiege their brother and Lord Zi Yao together." An Luoluo also saw that their physical strength was almost exhausted. It was easy to deal with their terror, and he couldn't help but feel anxious.
"Calm down, don't be anxious yet." Situ Ran quickly held her hand to prevent her from being tempted to take action again.
"Are we really not going to help them?" It was really painful for her to stand by and watch.
"Luoluo, don't forget your purpose." She is here to eliminate his resentment, not to help him kill people.
"I know, but..." An Luoluo bit her lower lip and clenched her fists. She really wanted to kill all the despicable people who took advantage of others.
