The Demonic King Chases His Wife

Beichen Ying stared at him in disgust.

But, Dongfang Xuan sneered, “Do you want to die by yourself, or should I do it?”

Beichen Ying was stunned.

Zi Yan frowned and glared at Dongfang Xuan angrily: “What are you proud of? Do you really think that no one in this world could stop you?”

“Oh? Junior sister, you came out too?” Dongfang Xuan looked at Zi Yan, and ridiculed her, “Now I’ll give you two choices.”

Dongfang Xuan didn’t answer Zi Yan’s question, but gave Zi Yan two choices.

Now he seemed to be standing high on a cloud, making clouds with one turn of the hand, and rain with another.*

Zi Yan smiled without anger: “Two choices? What choices?”

She would like to see what options Dongfang Xuan could give.

“First, the same one as Beichen Ying, Death.”

“Oh?” Zi Yan smiled and didn’t answer.

“Second.” Dongfang Xuan smiled lightly and pointed at Zi Yan with his index finger. “As long as you apologize to Senior Brother, just one sentence. For the sake of Master, Senior Brother will let you live.”

Zi Yan’s put her arms across her chest and sneered: “So, do you think that this whole world is yours only?”

Dongfang Xuan was unhappy with Zi Yan’s attitude.

Because normally, she should be afraid for herself. Even if she was not afraid, she should revered him. But she didn’t, and she still had that damned proud smile on her face.

What was she proud of? What were you laughing at? Dongfang Xuan’s heart burst into anger. He raised his hands, looked at the sky, and arrogantly sneered, “Who could stop me in this world!”

This time, the most powerful one was his master, the master of Purgatory City.

But his master, could it be that he would still deal with him?

Grandmaster Rong Yun, as an elder, would he interfere in the younger generation’s affairs?

The rest, even if those old guys personally do it by themselves, what could they do?

Therefore, Dongfang Xuan was very arrogant.

“Have you forgotten Third Senior Brother?” Zi Yan’s arms were across her chest, and her face was full of sarcastic and enigmatic smile.

“He’s dead!” Dongfang Xuan was incomparably confident.

“No, he isn’t dead.” Zi Yan’s white index finger shook in front of Dongfang Xuan’s eyes, her voice was soft and firm, her face was still smiling gently.

Dongfang Xuan immediately stunned!

Not dead? Nangong Liuyun is not dead?

How could that be? He watched Nangong Liuyun killed by the explosion with his own eyes!

“Ha ha, ha ha ha!” Dongfang Xuan seemed to hear a wild laughter, holding his waist, as if he couldn’t stand up straight. After a long time, he panted and pointed to Zi Yan, “You idiot!”

Idiot, he saw Nangong Liuyun die with his own eyes, could it be false?

“The biggest idiot in the world is you, Dongfang Xuan!” Zi Yan sneered coldly, “Anyway, Third Senior Brother is coming back soon. Then, let’s see how you will die!”

Unexpectedly, he dared to kill Emperor Jing, really bold.

Seeing Zi Yan said the words with full of confidence, Dongfang Xuan could not help but felt a little bewildered. Could it be that he really is not dead? It’s impossible…

“Even if he didn’t die, so what? Am I, Dongfang Xuan, still afraid of him?” Dongfang Xuan sneered, “He isn’t dead? Very well, then, let him come and quickly save you! ”

When his voice fell, could only see that Dongfang Xuan’s fingers unknowingly stretched out.

Zi Yan’s body slowly fell to the ground.

“Zi Yan!” Beichen Ying’s complexion was pale and cried out in fear.

But at this time, Dongfang Xuan smiled maliciously, and pointed his finger to the Beichen Ying.

☆ Note :

* Making clouds with one turn of the hand, and rain with another → Skillful at Playing Tricks.