Zhao Wanxi looked at him: "don't say it."

Night Phoenix dust's handsome face has been stained with blood, can't see the original appearance, but that pair of eyes, still like stars, bright.

She reminded again in a low voice: "you go quickly. When Leng junao comes, you can't go."

Night Phoenix dust is just standing in place, did not move a cent.

He looked at Zhao Wanxi and reached for her hand. "Xi'er, you come back to flame island with me. If you don't go back, someone will come to kill you."

Zhao Wanxi stepped back reflexively and said faintly: "night little Lord, you'd better leave this land of right and wrong as soon as possible."

"Xi'er..." Yefengchen felt Zhao Wanxi's indifference, and deep in her eyes was a look of loss, "but I want to marry you, and you have to go back to flame island to build a hundred year union with me..."

"Night little Lord, please respect yourself." Zhao Wanxi looks light, long eyelashes droop down, cast a light silhouette under the orbit, "now is different from the past."

"My palace is now the queen of Nanlin, the queen of Wanxi. The night little Lord still goes back quickly, don't let the island Lord worry about it. "

Every sentence has a sense of alienation.

This layer of alienation, as if he could not cross it with all his strength.

But he still wanted to try to break the scene.

"What's good for you to follow Leng junao?" Night Phoenix dust hears this words, bright bright eyes suddenly appear a kind of crazy color, "is he threatening you, forcing you to stay in this palace, isn't he?"

Zhao Wanxi looked up at him, and Joan was watching, nervous. Knowing that time was short, she took a deep breath and said, "if you don't go now, you will never have to leave."

After that, she did not want to stay more, so she wanted to leave the secret room.

Today, who knows, before she took a few steps, night Phoenix dust grabbed her wrist, and her voice was full of wisps of pleading, "Xi'er, you go back with me."

"Back to flame Island, you don't have to be bound here any more. You can also know who is going to kill you."

Zhao Wanxi's mind moved a little. What he said is reasonable.

That is to say, the gap between the stupefied and the divine, suddenly in this space, comes the voice of implied anger, "the fool talks about his dream! Xi'er is my queen. Who can take you away? "

Zhao Wanxi was surprised and looked at the entrance.

Bright yellow is the brightest color in the darkness.

Leng junao came to this dark place with anger. The chain used to bind yefengchen has been cut off, and the two men standing in front of him still hold Zhao Wanxi's wrist tightly in yefengchen's hand.

He could hardly control his agitation.

"Come here, Xi'er."

He was very angry inside, but on the surface he showed a smile and said slowly in a deep and mellow voice.

As soon as Zhao Wanxi looked at it, she knew that it was not good.

She took out a dagger from her body and put it across her slender white neck. The bright blade reflects Zhao Wanxi's stubborn face.

"Leng junao, you let him go." Zhao Wanxi said aloud, "if you insist on keeping him here, kill me first!"

As a result, the ambient pressure has dropped a lot.

Dusk four will fall on the ground of Joan to help up, heard this sentence, can't help but stare big eyes, can't believe to look at the scene in front of.

No matter how you look at it, it's all at stake.

He swallowed and was afraid.