"Who? So what do you feel? Lust was like a cunning thousand-year-old fox, stretching out his blood-stained fingertips, pointing at her beating atrium, and asked meaningfully.

"Who is he?" Yu Ziying is very obsessed with this problem.

"You look surprised, huh?" Lust snorted her badly and asked knowingly.

Lust lay on her back bonelessly, her slender chin resting on her shoulder sockets, her long arms gently wrapped around her waist, and wrapped her petite body against her chest.

She quietly looked at the position of the Holy Lord just now, and did not come back to her senses for a long time, until a soft and fragrant pressure came from her shoulder.

After the fox fire outside the fire cocoon faded, Yu Ziying and lust were revealed.

After they left, after a while, it seemed that the heavens and the earth had become cold and dark.

The other people of the Holy Envoy all peeked at the Holy Lord strangely and inexplicably, but they didn't dare to brush the tiger's whiskers at such a time, so they could only suppress all the doubts in their hearts, glanced at the fire cocoon, and then escorted the Holy Lord to disappear into a strange fox fire.

"Leave them alone, go!" The Holy Lord forcedly pushed himself away from his gaze at the fire cocoon, and hurried away.

…… He had never seen the Holy Lord so angry.

Saint Qi froze, and the killing intent on his face disappeared from his face at once, and the whole person became a little dull under the gaze of the Holy Lord.

The Holy Lord's pupils were deep, and his eyes shot at Saint Qi in horror, and his tone was clear and low: "Don't let me hear you say that word to her again-"

"Holy Lord...... I'm going to kill them! Sheng Qi stared at the fire cocoon with a murderous expression.

"Holy Lord, are you alright?" The Nine Envoys rushed over.

The Holy Lord stood up and watched in amazement as the fire cocoon burst into distraction, the blue light reflecting his fair skin as if it had become transparent.

A wind blew through the trajectory of the fox fire, but before Yu Ziying could pull out the lust, the fox fire changed the slow rhythm just now, and completely surrounded them with a dazzling light, like a fire cocoon, leaving no room for the two of them.

Before he could finish spitting out the word "want", the Holy Lord felt a gust of wind blowing across his face, and the strength and weight that had been pressed on his body before were all withdrawn...... Lost in my heart.

"So I miscalculated, she's not important to you at all-"

Yu Ziying hesitated in her heart, but she was still reluctant to let go, she looked in the direction of lust.

The Holy Lord knew that this kind of Cheng Dù's fox fire could not kill the woman in red who could resist the Nine Envoys alone, but it was not difficult to hurt her.

"He's hurt...... It doesn't matter? ”

Lust didn't know if it was too late to react, or if it was a while and a half to take this fox fire, it stood there motionless, and finally was surrounded by the fox fire wall, the moon has shifted, although it has been three watches, but the fire on the slope of Feiyue's tomb is bright, it is in the wax moon, the cold wind is very cold, just like catching up with the time of the ghost teeth, a cold wind comes, and the colder piercing feeling swept through everyone.

Yu Ziying raised her eyes and looked in the direction of lust.

"If you don't want to let me go, then don't care about his life or death." The Holy Lord lowered his face, drooped his eyes, and said coldly and quietly.

At this moment, the fox fire turned into clusters of black-blue tongues of fire, devouring the quiet night, as if they had spiritual wisdom and began to gather continuously, converging into a large wall of fire and suddenly surrounding the past in the direction of lust.

The Holy Lord immediately had a feeling of the green winter python just now, and lowered his long eyelashes, avoiding her gaze.

When Yu Ziying heard this, she turned her eyes and looked at him thoughtfully.

"Snakes are useless to her!" The Holy Lord glared at the Holy Qi and said angrily.

The others also looked like "hell" with incredible faces.

Sheng Qi was dumbfounded: "......"

When the green winter python opened its poisonous white sharp fangs and bit towards Yu Ziying, Yu Ziying turned around and shot away, and the secluded and cold gaze actually made the green winter python, which was about the thickness of an adult man's arm, stiffened, as if it was hit by electricity, numb and soft from the scalp, and the pitiful fear crossed through the snake's pupils, and then it was like encountering a natural enemy, even ignoring the master, turning around and running into the grass.

The Qingdong python was very obedient, and with a swoop, he twisted the flexible and smooth snake body out of the Holy Qi and shot towards the Holy Lord Fang.

Shengqi, that is, the tall holy envoy who kept a green winter python as a pet, seemed to be shocked by the extremely poignant shout of the holy lord, and hurriedly made a long whistle, and hurriedly asked his own pet green winter python to hurry to the rescue.

However, Yu Ziying only stared at the Holy Lord, as if he had made up his mind, even if he was burned to death, he resolutely refused to move away, and the Holy Lord saw that the fox fire could not force Yu Ziying away, as if he was provoked, so he said loudly: "Holy Qi! ”

I saw that the fireflies that were originally flying quietly around them suddenly spontaneously combusted, "Whew!" The ground suddenly turned from a point of light into a cluster of palm-sized blue flames, as strange as the fox fire manipulated by the ghosts in the ghostly tomb, and they rushed towards Yu Ziying's back with a "boom".

The Holy Lord's eyes were extremely panicked looking around for the mask that had just fallen, and he couldn't help but tremble, his heart seemed to be pinched by a vice, he gritted his teeth, stretched out a hand and flicked his fingers into the air.

Mask! Where is the mask?

No...... Don't—please, please, don't recognize him!

- Let him go!

- Go away!

The Holy Lord knew that he couldn't convince her at all, if he faced others, he could be cunning and insidious, but when facing her, his brain was already broken, and he was in a mess, he was embarrassed, he was very panicked, and everything in front of him seemed to be distorted and deformed......

Like a hunter patiently waiting for his prey to fall into a trap, Yu Ziying asked again, "Is there really two people in this world who look so alike?" Who are you? ”

He seems to ...... Very nervous.

"You...... Let go! The Holy Lord turned his head, as if he was about to threaten her with a straight face, but when he touched her face, his breath was suffocated, very reluctantly, his whole body was tense like iron, his eyes flickered in a trance, and his tone couldn't help but weaken, and even his expression was imperceptibly stained with a bit of complexity.

"Who are you? Why do we look so alike? Yu Ziying's tone was as tough as ever, and she didn't tire of it.

Yu Ziying observed him with an extremely calm gaze, and his expression was ...... It was enough for him to recognize her, at least, he knew who she was.

The Holy Lord wanted to keep his usual expressionless face, but at this time, he really couldn't do nothing, because his heart was filled with some strong emotion, and he felt that if he didn't run away, he would be completely broken.

"You...... You let go of me! He clenched his jaw and turned his face awkwardly, his hands and fingers twitched strangely and imperceptibly, his voice as small as a mosquito, but very resolute and hoarse, but resolute with a little hesitation and entanglement.

The same face, this peculiar induction...... He stared at her face excitedly, her eyes, her ethereal look as if dyed with snow, the whole person seemed to have been hit by some heavy blow, and his face faded little by little all the blood, becoming pale and flustered.

But the next moment, he suddenly remembered something, like thunder and lightning, and was completely stunned.

The Holy Lord looked at her in astonishment, feeling the beating heart pressing on the hand, rising and falling with each beat, and her sorrier face, and her face couldn't help but be hot.

Not only his, but hers as well.

But she didn't want Yu Ziying to listen to him at all, she lowered her voice, leaned her face close to his side cheek, quietly let go of him with a hand, stroked his heart, and said, "Don't you be curious, why do we look so similar?" You listen...... Your heart is beating violently right now, and it's contracting and dilating non-stop because of the boiling of blood...... Did you hear that? ”

"You let me go." The Holy Lord moved uncomfortably.

At this time, no one was distracted to pay attention to him as an ant-like person.

Haka, on the other hand, gasped for breath, got up from the ground with his hands and feet, swept his eyes in horror, and ran without looking back.

Who the hell are they?! Nine makes the heart pound.

The Nine Envoys stared at Lust nervously and vigilantly, using all their strength to resist the terrifying and cold aura emanating from Lust, only to feel that their faces were already cold, their hair turned into frost, and the heavens and the earth were filled with a chilling murderous intent.

"Huh? How do you make it seem like I'm the bad guy~" Lust raised an arm, his clothes were like flying flames, whining and dancing, enchanting and graceful in front of them, smiling.

Although the Nine Envoys were blocked by the power of lust, they trusted the Holy Lord's ability, so they were not worried, but they didn't know what happened to the accident, after the black shadow knocked the Holy Lord into the long-bearded withered vines, they couldn't get a response from the Holy Lord for a long time, so they were also anxious.

"Holy Lord!"

…… She kept asking the same meaning over and over again, as strict as an interrogation, but there was no trace of impatience on the face of the Holy Lord, nor was there any anger that was offended, and those dark eyes looked at her quietly, not at all like the arrogant, indifferent and empty Holy Lord just now.

This was probably the first time he had been held hostage by a strange girl, and the prisoner still had a ...... A face similar to his.

The original cold killing intent was unconsciously wiped out, and it turned into a blank ...... Palpitation.

I think that since the Holy Lord was born, this should be the first time that he has felt so close to a person so clearly, and it is also the first time that he has been close to a person's skin, and her temperature similar to him makes him unable to distinguish the difference between them, and perhaps because of this, he can't afford to resist her.

"What are you looking at? What do you see again? Yu Ziying's palms firmly locked his wrists like the pincers of a praying mantis, condescendingly, grabbing him with a clear gaze like ice, not allowing him to dodge and escape: "What is your name?" You...... Do you recognize me? ”

"Really?" The Holy Lord's overly black eyes were still glued to her facial features, and her tone was a little absent-minded, delicately carved, simulated, explored, compared, and pondered...... Compared to Yu Ziying's buffer period just now, the Holy Lord was directly shocked by his vision.

"Your face...... Stay in place, it's my face. Yu Ziying dragged her attention away from his face, which was equal to hers, and quickly regained her composure and composure, and spoke clearly in a low and sarcastic voice.