Ye Qi couldn't say a word, not only his face, but also his neck, and his eyes gradually darkened.

Seeing that Ye Qi couldn't breathe, his face began to turn purple, Zuo Yan regained his senses, and then withdrew his hand fiercely.

Ye Qi's head was flung to the side, and he kept coughing, breathing in the air mixed with the smell of blood.

On his neck, a few purple and blue marks were pinched.

Zuo Yan looked at the embarrassed Ye Qi and smiled.

"I tell you, anyone who comes into this world deserves to die, because even in the air, there is life, and if you accidentally step on an ant to death, you should pay for it. There are always so many flying disasters in this world, you tell me that they are innocent, I deserve to die? The more Zuo Yan said, the more excited he became.

Are they innocent?

He's left Yan damn it?

Why?

"In a world where the strong are kings, those who are weak are damned for their lives."

Zuo Yan spread his hands, and said lightly, irrelevant human life is nothing in his eyes.

"Including you."

“……”

"Don't worry, I won't kill you, because this will only cheapen you."

Zuo Yanyin laughed, suddenly raised his left hand as a palm, and waved his right wrist into the air.

The knife brought a flash of light, slashing his right wrist open, and blood suddenly came out.

He looked at his bleeding wrist, his eyes glinting with excitement and hatred.

Ye Qi didn't know what he was doing, but the next moment, Zuo Yan suddenly pinched both sides of his face, forcing him to open his mouth.

I saw Zuo Yan smile and put his right wrist, which was dripping with blood, above his mouth.

Zuo Yan's blood with an obvious temperature dripped into Ye Qi's already bloody mouth.

"I have good things in my blood, and in the future, we will enjoy them together."

After a thousand years, Zuo Yan, who was already able to deal with things without being surprised, was trampled under his feet again by Nie Jiuque tonight, and was stimulated to a little crazy.

But what he was doing at the moment, he knew very well.

The blood all over his body has been soaked with blood Gu, and he drank his blood, so he must have no need to explain what the end would be.

In the future, if Nie Jiuque tortured him with this blood Gu again, he would be the only one who suffered.

If Wen Xiaoai knew that this blood Gu was from Nie Jiuque's hand, the story would surely become more and more exciting and interesting......

That night, close to the early hours of the morning, Zuo Yan threw Ye Qi, who was dying and like a bloody man, in the main hall of the cat demon clan, and walked away.

——

Jun Mo Yan's whole person was swallowed by darkness, and there was darkness around him.

He couldn't tell if he was conscious or not, and he didn't know how long he had been in the dark.

He couldn't even remember when he was completely unconscious. Wen Xiaoai's voice, when did it disappear.

Thinking of Wen Xiaoai, Jun Moyan struggled in the dark, different from the previous powerlessness and futility, in the darkness, it seemed to stretch out a hand and pull him back from the dark and desperate edge of life and death.

Jun Moyan opened his eyes suddenly, and his eyes were still white, and he couldn't tell whether he was still unconscious or awake for a while.

Finally, my eyes gradually became clearer, and my brain was clearer.

He...... Alive.

Before Jun Moyan could come to his senses, he felt a leg pressing against his waist, he subconsciously raised his eyes, and when he saw Wen Xiaoai's little face, Jun Moyan was stunned for a while.