In the steaming fire, Zhen Xiaoxiao once again set his eyes on Yan Meng, who was standing in the crowd and had nothing to do.

"Little Mengzi, come."

She beckoned to Yan Meng.

The latter was a spirit, and suddenly rushed forward with three legs and two steps.

"Do you want to be on fire?" Zhen Xiaoxiao asked with a grin, knowing that Yan Meng's heart was already itching, but he didn't dare to speak.

"Yes!" His eyes lit up suddenly, he didn't expect that he still had a chance, Yan Meng suddenly nodded his head as if he was pounding garlic. "Want, want, want!"

The heart was pounding.

Yan Meng swore that as long as he could get a blind fire, he would be happy no matter what conditions Xiaoxiao put forward to him!

"You are still righteous, I can give you fire."

"But you must, give your soul to me."

Hiss!

Yan Meng gasped and almost suffocated himself.

I thought it would be enough to donate my body and cooking skills, but I never thought that the bandit leader was so domineering, and he opened his mouth to send a proposition!

Soul......

How do you give the soul?

Looking at Yan Meng's little face that was blue with fright, he laughed a little, and condensed a spell in his palm and stretched it out under Yan Meng's eyes.

"Soul Arrest Curse, no oath shall be violated, and those who violate it will die!"

"I want you to swear to this curse, and after receiving my yin protection, pour all the resources you can obtain as a disciple of the Yan family, and support the new peony saintess and all her demands without revenge."

"That's it?"

Yan Meng looked at Zhen Xiao in a daze, seeing her so solemn, he thought that she would say some extremely terrible oath, but he never thought that he was just supporting an Earth Flame Saintess.

Even if she doesn't emphasize. As a nobleman of the Yan family, he originally had to choose his own camp in the struggle for power.

"That's it...... Even if you need to break with your family in the future, you can't break your oath today, or the soul curse will be activated and you will die. ”

It's really small to tell the truth, Zihuan's technique of handing over her is really ruthless and fierce, as long as Yan Meng accepts the spell, it is equivalent to a small life being pinched in his own hands, and he can be controlled by her at any time.

But she is not a cold-blooded person, as long as Yan Meng can't have bad intentions, she doesn't have the kung fu to take his life.

"Broken with the family?" Yan Meng's body trembled, knowing that Zhen Xiaoxiao was talking about the worst, but he still couldn't help frowning, and hesitated for a moment before he asked, "The new peony saintess you talked about...... Like you, or like Yang Xin'er? ”

"Hahahaha! It is my friend, more than 120 people, who will help her and fulfill her dream in Nanding. ”

Really little fingers, palm fire and others.

"Then I'll be relieved." Yan Meng's tense expression finally let go, and he reached out to accept the small spell. "I want to be strong, but I don't want to be a bad guy." His voice was soft, but also firm.

Zhen Xiaoxiao nodded, waved out a blind earth flame, and didn't go to Yan Meng.

Everyone's expressions were happy, bathed in the joy of the fusion of fireworks, but when their thoughts drifted, a really small shout suddenly came from their ears!

"Don't waste time, don't forget your dead people, don't forget the oath you made in Ningzhou!"

Everyone opened their eyes suddenly, and saw that they were quickly pushed out of the way by the wind and fire waves, and in the blink of an eye, they were far away from the real small kilometer away!

A neat goodbye, without the slightest delay, without half a tear of reluctance.

Just like her temperament!

"When I come back in a hundred years, if you find that someone has forgotten, ask me about the knife in my hand!"

Standing at the end of everyone's eyes, Zhen Xiaoxiao stood on the dragon king's fire prisoner, his spine was straight, his right hand was raised, and the silver kitchen knife turned into an eternal beacon in everyone's heart.