Young Master’s Favorite, Where is She Going?

"lady?"

Zuo Yan stood up pretending to be surprised, and looked at the murderous Wen Xiaoai in a plain skirt dyed red at the entrance of the hall with eyes full of disbelief.

"Madam... So you're not dead?" He looked at Wen Xiaoai, exclaimed with joy, with a look of excitement on his face.

lady?

Wen Xiaoai was taken aback, and a pair of small brows frowned.

She frowned only because of Zuo Yan's strange "madam", and nothing else.

"Are you surprised that this princess is not dead?!"

Wen Xiaoai raised his hand, and the blood-stained sword pointed directly at Zuo Yan on the main seat of the hall.

"Zuo Yan, you led your troops to slaughter our people. This hatred is not shared. Today, this princess wants you to go down and bury the whole Demon!

"Madam, what are you talking about?" Zuo Yan looked unclear.

"Princess? Madam, why are you a princess?"

Wen Xiaoai looked at Zuo Yan who was saying something inexplicable, and the little brows frowned.

"What strategy do you want to play?!"

"Madam, how did you become a demon? And don't you remember me?" Zuo Yan walked forward two steps anxiously, with a look of worry and anxiety.

"No matter what, madam, you are still alive. The Lord loves you so much. Whether you are an immortal or a demon, the Lord has the same affection for you. The Lord knows that Madam you are still alive. You will be very happy. ."

"What are you talking nonsense?!"

Wen Xiaoai looked at Zuo Yan who was telling herself that she didn't understand what it was, and thought that Zuo Yan must be doing something.

Wait, he just said the Lord?

Demon Lord?

Nie Jiuque?

Hasn't he been dead for more than a thousand years?

Why did this Demon Lord seem to have not died after listening to Zuo Yan's words?

"Madam, don't you remember me, don't you even remember the Lord?" Zuo Yan looked at Wen Xiaoai with worry.

"Shut up, Zuo Yan, don't want to play tricks on me, I ask you, how to solve the blood gu? If you say, I can make you die faster."

"Blood Gu? I..."

"Say it!"

"Madam, have you forgotten that only the Lord can solve this blood gu? If I knew how to solve it, I would have solved it for myself."

Wen Xiaoai immediately became angry after hearing this: "Zuo Yan, my cat demon clan has no grievances and no grudges against you. You led the soldiers to slaughter our clan people. You still took out such a vicious blood poison to harm people. No conscience?!"

Thinking of Ye Qi's tortured look just now, thinking that this thing will accompany him for a lifetime, Wen Xiaoai can't wait to smash the culprit in front of him.

"Madam, I was wronged, the blood gu on my body was planted by the Lord..." Zuo Yan quickly cried out injustice.

"What do you mean by that? Are you saying that the blood gu on my brother Ye Qi's body was planted by the devil who has been dead for a thousand years?"

Wen Xiaoai was furious and felt that Zuo Yan was deceiving her as a fool.

"No madam, Lord, he doesn't actually..."

"Zuo Yan!"

Before Zuo Yan's words were finished, a black figure suddenly broke into the hall, berating the words behind him.

Zuo Yan looked at the person who broke in suddenly, with a sneer at the corner of his mouth, his eyes quietly changed.

"It's you."

Wen Xiaoai looked at the black-robed man who appeared in front of Zuo Yan, his eyes drenched, and the hand holding the sword tightened.

Ye Yin felt anxious when he saw Wen Xiaoai's eyes full of hatred towards him.

No, he must find a chance to tell his wife clearly in a while. He wants to tell his wife that she is not Wen Xiaoai, but Shangying, and the Lord is still alive. He has been trying to resurrect her for a thousand years, but the Lord did not let Zuo Yan go. The Cat Slaughter Demon Clan did not give Ye Qizhong Gu.