The whole scene fell silent. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 There was no expression on the face of the info ink, but the cold air in his body could freeze everyone present into ice sculptures. There was no antidote, she got the incense soul, but she didn't find the antidote, so she dared to give it to Yang Wenyao. Look for death! I didn't see any movement, and I saw Yu Niang's body sliding down softly. Slowly it begins to become transparent until it disappears.

"Fu Yun'an, you are so bold. Is it true that Mo Niang didn't leave a back hand in the first place? I still feel that there is only one person left in the phoenix blood clan. There is no way to regain control of the four major families? Are you so presumptuous? Or do you think that the incense soul is enough for you to control Yang Wenyao? He clapped his hands, and his tone of understatement carried a deep chill. Even if it was Yang Wenyao, she couldn't help but shiver.

"You, how can you be so cruel. I'm going to fight with you. "I watched Yu Niang die and disappear. Furen was stunned for a moment. Wait until the ink speaks. Ignoring the ice on Ink's face, he rushed towards Ink.

The ink didn't even look at it. With a wave of his hand, a spiritual power passed. Knocked Furen to the ground. His eyes were still looking straight at Fu Yunan. It was as if he was waiting for Fu Yun'an's answer. Yang Wenyao had no doubts. If Fu Yun's answer to the ink is that he is not satisfied. Then the unlucky one in the next step is definitely Fu Yunan, who does not choose the second choice.

"Mo Zun, are you deceiving people too much? The soul contract that Master Mo Niang set for us at the beginning. It has not yet been fulfilled. Don't you understand why? Everything I've done today is ......" Before he could finish speaking, blood was pouring from the corners of his mouth. Staring at the ink with wide eyes...... There was no sound.

Yang Wenyao didn't see the ink move. At this moment, Yang Wenyao was a little irritable, and the words behind him were not allowed to be said by the other party. So what Fu Yunan said now is true. Or was he deliberately framed? Yang Wenyao didn't know. Fu Yun'an's ghost king cultivation, coupled with the power of the family, it is not an exaggeration to say that he is the king of the god-devouring land. However, Mo Niang, a dead person, how can she arrange these.

What's more, how could a person whose soul has already dissipated calculate so much. Not at all necessary. When I saw Mo Niang for the first time, Yang Wenyao didn't miss it, and finally left one. What this sentence meant, Yang Wenyao didn't know at that time, but after so many things happened, if Yang Wenyao didn't have some guesses, then there would be no need to cultivate. If you are so stupid, even if you cultivate, you won't be able to achieve any success in cultivating.

"Who is it? Stand up for yourself. The sound of ink falling from ice slag rang out in the space where the occasional gasp was heard. Fu Furen, who was desperate to find ink for Yu Niang before. I don't know if it's because of the injury or something else. In short, it was still lying there like a dead dog. Occasional ups and downs, let others know. This husband, who has been pampered by Fu Yunan for hundreds of years, is still alive.

After a bang, the whole scene fell silent. Silenced, people, including Yang Wenyao, felt the terrifying aura on the ink, and they all unconsciously held their breath and concentrated.

"No one answered, did they? It's nice to do it right under my nose. Why don't you all be buried with him? "Obviously, no one answered his questions, and he was very angry. Again, destruction was proposed. Yang Wenyao frowned, she always felt that today's ink was a little abnormal.

"Mo Zun, you can't be so unreasonable. Husband...... Fu Yun'an's sins cannot be filled with our lives. We are willing to serve Miss Yang as the Lord and sign a master-servant contract. I only hope that Mozun can let go of the devouring gods and have a way to live. Half a sound, after seeing that no one spoke, one of the ghost king powerhouses fell to his knees. The words were full of tears.

"Well, as for you, I don't care if others accept it or not. Do you really think that your cultivation is very high, and I have to thank Dade for taking you back? What exactly did Fu Yunan mean by what he said, I wonder who instructed him to say this. "There was madness and wanton in his eyes, and the ink looked at the people on the ground with disdain." What's more, you think you can represent everyone? ”

Ink sneered at one side and changed his attention. If there is one of them, he must not be willing to sign it.

"In this case, you all sign a master-servant contract with Miss Yang. That way, I don't have to worry about you hurting her again. Changing his previous cold expression, Ink looked at Yang Wenyao and said to the kneeling person.

Originally, they thought that the ink was just scaring them, but the other ghost cultivators who were sold by their companions instantly made a fuss. Even if they have been under Fu Yun'an all these years, it is the treatment of a guest, why did this person let them sign a master-servant contract? What does the master-servant contract represent? It means that if Yang Wenyao is hurt, then seventy percent of these injuries will be borne by them. And Yang Wenyao only bears 30%. The most important thing is that if Yang Wenyao dies...... Then none of them will survive.

Although they have existed for as long as Fu Yun'an. But they all have a lifespan of thousands of years. Now life is the same as such a little girl who seems to have no features except for her appearance and temperament. I really can't make up my mind. For the phoenix blood clan, they didn't have the slightest impression at all. Not to mention what kind of information.

"What? Don't want to? Or do you think I don't have that much strength to destroy the entire God-Eater? For the people who made a fuss in an instant, Ink didn't care, raised his eyebrows, and asked lightly.

"No, Mozun, I am willing to sign a contract with Miss Yang." Seeing the eyes of the ink, the man kneeling on the ground hurriedly got up, his hands flew up, and a red plant slowly suspended from the center of his eyebrows, and slowly flew towards Yang Wenyao.

Yang Wenyao looked at this drop of essence blood with a wry smile. Signing a master-servant contract or something, she actually wants it more than she wants.

Looking at the pleading look on his face, Yang Wenyao thought about it and accepted it. It's a big deal, and when the time comes, I'm trying to find a way to drop it.

Yang Wenyao's actions made a flash of surprise on the other party's face. In fact, he is also selfish. I've long been tired of life here, and with this girl, even if I don't have the previous freedom with my own ability, the other party will always take me out.

What's more, with the importance that person attaches to this girl, the so-called phoenix blood clan is afraid that this girl will accept the inheritance. Compared to the ink, he thought that someone had killed Fu Yunan in front of him. He felt more. It should be in the ink mouth. Mo Niang's back move.

If nothing else, it was just too coincidental to die.

"You don't want to? In that case, I will not force it. Looking at the people who were still arguing, and even glared at Yang Wenyao with their eyes. Ink asked lightly. (To be continued.) )