But before he met Yun Ruohan, a yellow figure had already flashed.

Han Meng Sese, Yan Zhi's arm was cut off directly and flew into the air.

Yan Yan took a step back, and his broken arm quickly grew out.

But the end is not a palm, but a slender sharp knife.

At this moment, the soft face like a little white rabbit became vicious and hideous, "Master You Yue, am I not good enough? Why do you only protect this trash monster!"

The arm stretched again, and the sharp knives in the palm slashed towards Yun Ruohan, and the other blocked You Yue's movement.

At the next moment, Yun Ruohan felt a drop of warm liquid falling on his face.

His hot heart almost stopped beating.

"Ha...haha...hahahaha...Master You Yue, it turns out that your injury is heavier than I expected."

Yan Zhi's voice is sharp and excited, "I don't need to detonate the magic core at all to complete the master's command and put you to death."

"Master You Yue, I have been your demon familiar for so many years, and I have never fulfilled my obligations. Today, let me take care of you before you die!"

Stepping closer, Yan Jian’s voice trembled with excitement: "In fact, the little one has to thank Yun Ruohan, a trash demon soldier. If it were not to save him, Master You Yue would lose the ability to move so quickly? Let the little ones have the opportunity to serve you."

...

Flames burned in Yan Zhi's eyes, and his heart almost popped out of his chest.

Mozu Mu Qiang, he has been with You Yue for so many years, and he really likes the strongest captain of the Gorefiend team.

Not a task, he hopes to have a dream with Master You Yue.

It's a pity that it's different from other demons who are aloof.

You Yue raises a harem's demon pet but only raises it, seldom comes close, let alone invites to sleep.

There were several times when Yanzhi recommended a pillow seat, but they were all kicked out.

Of course, in Youyue Palace, like him, there are many self-recommended pillow seats.

He made up his mind to be intimate with You Yue before killing You Yue.

But the accumulated prestige that You Yue brought all the year round still made him approach every step with extreme care.

The sharp knife in his hand trembled slightly, making a buzzing sound.

The girl sitting on the grass looked so weak and harmless, without a trace of resistance.

Yan Jian licked his lips, slowly stretched out his hand, grabbed You Yue's skirt, about to tear it apart.

Sudden sudden change!

Powerful energy fluctuations came from behind.

The survival instinct can make Yan Jing feel the crisis, his face changed drastically.

But he thought that the crisis came from before him, from You Yue.

Therefore, the sharp knife in the palm of his hand was raised to his chest without hesitation and turned into a shield.

But the next moment, a sharp pain came from behind.

Flesh opened and bones broken.

The pungent smell of blood, accompanied by the pain of being torn apart every inch of the magic core, made Yan Jian utter a scream, and the whole person flew out.

He struggled for a long time before he got up, turned his head suddenly, and then stared in disbelief.

I saw a man in Tsing Yi holding a long sword in the ruins where the rockery had just shattered, slowly walking towards him.

Rich spiritual energy and immortal energy lingered around him, desperately drilling into him.

And the long sword in his hand radiated white light, and the long sword swept across the blood-stained grass, instantly condensing a layer of frost.

Yan knows his eyes are wide open, and it takes a long time to find his own voice: "You, who are you?"