"Kill him!" Dandian "Ancestor" said softly, Wang Zhidemon's hand pinching Xiao Yan's neck violently, Xiao Yan's expression was fierce in pain, his body couldn't exert any strength at all, blood was gurgling in his mouth, and Xiao Yan's face was covered with blood when the plasma sprayed, and if it went on like this, Xiao Yan's neck would really be crushed.

"Damn, damn it, Xiao Yan, you can't die, little liar, you haven't married me yet......" Qing Mu'er burst into tears, looking at Xiao Yan in danger, Qing Mu'er couldn't wait to be pinched at the moment, and she was even willing to die instead of Xiao Yan. Xiao Yan ...... What to do...... What should I do, everyone help Xiao Yan!!" Qing Haoran was also anxious, but Zhen Zongfu was seriously injured, and Blood Tu, Yin Blood, Qingying and others looked at Wang Zhidemon with fear in their eyes, they would definitely not risk saving Xiao Yan, otherwise they would become the next Xiao Yan.

"Ahem...... Brother, please let go of your hand, or there will be no more. Just when everyone was nervous to the extreme, and Xiao Yan's life was in danger, suddenly a white hand was placed on the arm of Wang Zhidemon's pinching Xiao Yan's neck, the voice was gentle but domineering, Qing Mu'er's cry stopped abruptly, and the storm, purple shadow, and howling battle were all sluggish, as if time stood still all of a sudden.

Everyone was startled, and slowly looked at the voice along the voice, everyone's eyes almost shrank, and the bodies of Qing Mu'er, Storm, Purple Shadow, and Xiao Zhan trembled with excitement.

Handsome appearance, delicate facial features like heavenly workmanship, sword eyebrows and starry eyes, a white dress, like a scholar, with a unique magnetic voice, the sound of this voice, even Xiao Yan, who was confused, stared at his eyes, and forcibly twisted his neck pinched by Wang Zhidemon to look at the place where the voice came from, Xiao Yan saw that the corners of Xiao Yan's mouth hung a trace of arc, Xiao Yan actually laughed again at this moment!

He ...... How could he be here, I ...... I'm not mistaken!" Qing Mu'er swallowed out her excited words, turned her head to look at the storm, purple shadow, and Xiao Zhan and the others on both sides, the three of them were all stunned, their eyes widened, revealing an expression of disbelief, and Mu Ne's eyes revealed disbelief.

"South...... Nan Erming, he was really resurrected by Xiao Shao!!" Xiao Zhan swallowed his name and said it slowly, everyone looked at the handsome face, it was even more handsome than before, and there was a temperament between the eyebrows that no one could say, and his face was like warm jade, but everyone was immediately shocked, Nan Erming was only a six-star peak when he died, even if he was resurrected and created, it was impossible to dare to talk to Wang Zhidemon like this, even if he was resurrected, wasn't he looking for death again?

"Hmm, I told you to let go, can't you hear me?" pinching Xiao Yan's arm still didn't let go, the domineering words made everyone grow their mouths, and they felt like their teeth were about to be shocked, and they looked at the white-clothed figure who put his hand on Wang Zhidemon's arm peacefully, and as soon as the words came out, there were bursts of cold hissing.

"Who is this man...... This is the rhythm of looking for death. ”

He ...... I know him...... He is also one of the powerhouses around Xiao Yan, and he seems to be called ...... Nan Ermin!!"

"Then what kind of strength is this person, who dares to provoke the king's demon like this?"

"This ...... I don't know, but when did you see him coming?"

"Like...... No, it just came out of nowhere......"

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