Evil Phoenix Rebirth: Emperor Zun, God-defying Favorite

Chapter 20 Drag to Feed the Wolf
There are three masters and servants on the branch of the ancient tree. The master's cultivation is unpredictable, and the subordinate's cultivation should not be underestimated.

The three of them heard the casual and pleasant voice just now clearly.

Xichen stood at the end of the branch of the ancient tree with trembling legs, and the bloodthirsty aura around him was getting colder and colder, making him shiver and think: Why is the treetop of the branch under his feet so strong, why doesn't he just break the branch, he would rather plant a tree Somersault.

Glancing at the beautiful figure in the icy blue long dress, Xichen thought again in his heart: Miss Qinyan, do you still know that it hurts a little bit? The boldness of your reaching out to catch the knife just now scared Xichen to pieces. That's a three-foot-wide knife, and you'll pick it up in the blink of an eye.

The other party is still a fourth-level martial artist. Where did you come from, a courageous patriarch?
'a little hurt'?Miss Qinyan, is it really just a little pain?

Then after your left arm was injured, why didn't you raise it again?
Xichen lowered his head cautiously, unable to imagine how strong and forbearing there was behind that flat and joyful voice.

Xichen and the man in black beside him admired Mandala from the bottom of their hearts.

Even a rude warrior can't bear the force of shouting when he is hit by a knife, this Miss Qinyan's three words are so light and fluffy.

The two of them felt some pain in their left arms, and they didn't dare to look at their master's expression at this moment easily.

"Drag these six corpses to the middle of the forest and feed them to the fire-devouring wolf."

Under Di Youming's thick lashes, his cold eyes like a bird of prey sank to the bottom of the cold valley.

"Yes, Master!"

The man in black beside Xichen immediately nodded in response, his figure flashed, and he didn't dare to delay for a moment.

The overpowering and murderous aura came overwhelmingly, Xichen's legs were trembling non-stop, their master didn't want Qiuhou to settle accounts!
"It seems that you really don't have the ability to protect Yan'er, do you? Then change to Yun Zhan!"

Di Youming ignored the terrified and terrified Xichen, and stared at the direction where the mandala figure disappeared with his eyes narrowed.

"Master, calm down, Xichen swears to protect Miss Qinyan to the death!" Xichen trembled solemnly.

If Yun Zhan were to replace him today, he might not have the opportunity to work for their master in the future.

"Protect Yan'er!" Han Li retreated halfway, explaining in a low and hoarse voice.

Xichen was taken aback, and immediately replied: "Master, don't worry!"

Di Youming stared forward with downcast eyes, keeping a calm expression.

Xichen slightly raised his head and glanced at their thick eyelashes covering their eyes, dripping water between their brows and dark golden seals, the enchanting and cold master, carefully leaned over to retreat, and immediately ran towards the direction where the mandala disappeared.

Not daring to speculate on their master's inscrutable master, there is a little bit of Xichen who can feel his conscience and tell himself that this young ancestor Yanqin's position in the center of their master is definitely not ordinary.

It seems that not only does he swear to protect Miss Yanqin to the death, but if there is a chance in the future, he must have a good relationship with this little ancestor.

This seemed to work much better than hugging their lord's thigh.

At this moment, Xichen felt that he was much happier than Yun Zhan who went to carry the corpse.

Di Youming stood upright on an ancient tree branch with a cold and charming posture, his thick eyelashes fluttered slightly, watching the direction in which the mandala disappeared.

Under his layered wide sleeves, the white sleeve cloth was held in his hands, and he did not hesitate to destroy or wrinkle it.

His Yan'er was still the same as before, she was seriously injured and would only brush it off.

Just like a little wild leopard that will never show weakness, it still bared its teeth and cracked its mouth when it was injured. As for the wounds on its body, it would only silently lick and close it alone.

Staring into the distance, Di Youming's beautiful dark eyes glowed with a deep purple light, quiet and deep.

(End of this chapter)