Young Master’s Favorite, Where is She Going?

Eight o'clock had passed, and the agreed time had come, and the Demon Lord did not appear in time.

Zuo Yan was not angry, he was still in his spare time, waiting for him in a great mood.

Because he believed that he would show up.

As he expected, Nie Jiuque came.

A black shadow cut through the night sky, and approached Zuo Yan on the edge of the cliff with a murderous aura.

After Zuo Yan felt the danger, he subconsciously moved to block it.

However, when he felt the breath of the opponent and recognized who the opponent was, Zuo Yan didn't intend to stop. There was a flash of light in his eyes, and instead he exhausted his full strength to return the opponent's blow.

The visitor easily took his blow and landed firmly on the ground, habitually holding one hand behind him.

The eyes under the mask shot Zuo Yan directly like guilt.

Zuo Yan was shocked.

Isn't he injured, how can he still take his full blow?

"So courageous, dare to do something with the deity."

Nie Jiuque spoke in a cold voice, and the powerful aura emanating from him was enough to contemplate the world and make people surrender.

"It turned out to be the Lord, Zuo Yan was ashamed, and he didn't recognize the Lord, so I hope the Lord is not surprising."

Zuo Yan pretended to be frightened, but his eyes were full of banter.

What you say makes it more like "I did it on purpose"

"When you see the deity, do you dare to kneel, who gives you the courage!"

"Could it be that the deity left for too long and even forgot the rules?! That deity personally taught you what the rules are."

As soon as Nie Jiuque's voice fell, he raised his hand and gave Zuo a severe blow.

Zuo Yan did not hide, nor dared to hide, so he could only carry him abruptly.

But Nie Jiuque's current strength obviously exceeded his budget.

Zuo Yan was beaten and took two steps back, almost falling off the cliff.

After he stabilized his figure, he didn't even wipe the blood from the corners of his mouth, and hurriedly stepped forward two steps before falling to the ground on one knee.

"Zuo Yan dare not."

Zuo Yan gritted his teeth secretly and wrote down the humiliation.

Mozun is the king of the devil world. His identity and name will not allow anyone to be involved or disrespectful. Kneeling down is not only a due, but also their glory.

Even Zuo Yan's father was here, and he had to kneel down to Nie Jiuque and call him the Lord.

For Zuo Yan, however, it was a humiliation.

He is not willing to kneel on anyone.

"No? What else do you dare not?" Nie Jiuque sneered.

"Zuo Yan doesn't understand the meaning of the Lord."

"Why, dare to do it, dare not to recognize it?" Nie Jiuque gritted his teeth.

If he weren't allowed by his current situation, he would really kill him.

"If the Lord came to inquire about Zuo Yan's refusal to obey orders and led troops to attack the demon world, then Zuo Yan would not plead guilty. It is clear that the demon world demon provoked and insulted us first, and Zuo Yan only treated him in his own way. The human body protects the dignity of our demon world."

Zuo Yanming knew which crime Nie Jiuque was asking about, but he just didn't admit that Wu Zhihan had become a serious ghost because he had done tricks in secret. Wu Zhihan's soaring strength was even more of a ghost by him.

"Zuo Yan, you are so bold, you are defiant, a little bit painful, I think you forgot, then I might as well help you recall your memories..."

As the man said, he moved closer to the left.

He raised his hand, and a group of red blood appeared in his palm.

Zuo Yan raised his eyes, and when he saw what was in Nie Jiuque's palm, there was a look of horror in his eyes.

"The Lord..."

Before Zuo Yan begged for mercy, bursts of heart-piercing colic came from his heart, and the pain instantly spread throughout the limbs.

The pain caused him to turn a white face, fell to the ground, and bent his body.

"Ah... Lord..."

Zuo Yan wanted to ask for mercy, but Nie Jiuque just looked at him coldly, rolling around in pain.