If she wants to be ruthless, she is ruthless. "Your master is now in my hands, and I see that you are still arrogant."

The dragon howled, spat out an ice cube in his mouth, swallowed it in his mouth, and hovered quietly in the air, not negligent for a moment.

The crimson blood stained the moonlit garment, dripping and falling to the ground, splashing blood, but it did not dry up.

Yan Yeming's handsome face was iron-blue, but his eyes were extremely soft, and he couldn't see a trace of anger.

"Feng Jiutian, you'd better let me go, otherwise in the future, the deity won't let you go." As a demon venerable, he was threatened by a little girl many times, which was really embarrassing.

"Feng Jiutian? It's really rare, you stinky man, you actually remember my name, but it's too late. A reassuring smile appeared on her weak face.

The dark dragon looked at the blood all over the ground, irritable, his eyes were full of worry, he just stared at Feng Jiutian fiercely, his body slowly approached, naturally his speed was very slow, but he could not escape Feng Jiutian's vision.

"Dead Dragon, before he dares to take a step forward, Miss Ben will kill him." As he spoke, he had already pulled out the sword and put it against his throat.

His dark eyes flashed with a different kind of gaze, staring at the sword with resentment.

It's all this sword, it's all this sword that has trapped him for decades, it's all this sword that once ruined everything for him.

Why, there is a sword to compete with him in this world.

Now, he has been sealed for a long time, the original old injuries have not healed, and the spiritual power in his body can only recover three or four percent.

Damn woman, he won't let her go.

"Let go of the deity." A cold and somewhat dragging voice sounded in Feng Jiutian's ears.

Feng Jiutian actually had the urge to beat him, and he fell into the point of life and death, and he actually dared to drag him. Look for death.

"Shut up, no one will treat you as a dumb person if you don't speak." Big eyes stared at him with warning.

"The deity only says it once."

"Fuck off." Feng Jiutian's head was actually hot, and he threw Yan Yeming, who was holding him, out of the ground.

The moonlit shirt had been stained with blood several shades of red, and he covered his chest, his face extremely pale.

The thin lips that were originally crimson also lost their blood, but the powerful aura on his body did not change.

The purple eyes shot a terrifying gaze, so embarrassed at any time, but still beautiful.

The dark dragon screamed to the sky, and flew into the air to catch Yan Yeming, who was about to land.

"Master, you're all right, damn woman." The Dark Dragon's hateful gaze slew towards Feng Jiutian.

Feng Jiutian looked at the empty hand and was stunned......

She just seemed to, it seems, that she must have thrown the hostages out of her hands, and oh my God, this is undoubtedly a dead end for her.

He forgot to open his mouth, so he raised his head and met a pair of dark purple phoenix eyes with a little smile.

I actually realized that she seemed to have been tricked......

Damn, dead man, never let him go next time.

She looked at him, and while stepping back, she inadvertently found that the wound she had stabbed was still bleeding out.

And the handsome brow frowned slightly, and his eyes were full of pain.

Suddenly, for a moment, her heart ached deeply.

How can it be? The saliva of the divine beast generally has the effect of speeding up the healing of wounds, and the dark dragon undoubtedly belongs to this ranks, but it just looked at the owner on his back worriedly, and did not move.