The flame rat silently looked at the few people in front of him.
Take a deep breath.
Slowly stand up from the wall.
He stared at the aborigines who were getting closer and closer to Qing's mansion.
Looking at Qing Yu, who was dazed and ignorant in the eyes below.
Decided!
He had nothing to hesitate.
"I think she's alive."
The flame rat looked at Qing Yu and whispered, and Ye Zichen couldn't help but smile.
"What are you talking about, speak up!"
"I want her to live!"
The flame rat shouted vigorously, Hua Jianrou frowned and covered her ears, and Ye Zichen also kicked him down.
"Then go to her side and protect her."
White, Monroe, and Kama Rou all stand tall and straight.
this moment.
They seem to be back in their childhood.
When the flame rat was bullied, they were standing in front of him.
"This 1 million is not easy to earn."
"My sister is not good at being too!"
Ye Zichen and Huajianrou couldn't help but smile at each other.
熋—
Burning flames.
When they saw the flames burning on Ye Zichen's body, the aborigines who came over showed hesitation.
Those who can release flames are all the cronies of Lord Huo.
Are you saying it's already done
In an instant, they rushed faster and wanted to connect with Ye Zichen.
"Be my accomplice."
Ye Zichen grinned, and the flame in his hand became hotter.
"Up!"
Just under his anger, the flames devoured many aborigines in an instant.
The Aboriginal people still figured out what was going on.
They thought that Lord Huo's cronies had swallowed them up in the sea of fire.
"Senior Qinghui."
Mu Yi stood in the hall, rubbing the back of the sword with his palm.
The silver long sword was dazzlingly brightly wiped by him, and people's faces could be clearly printed on it.
"The person who knows the current affairs is Junjie."
"I know that your strength is not bad. At the peak of the field, you can break through the stars and become a dragon in one step."
"It's also because of your strength that Master Huo pays so much attention to you."
"He's not a human at all, don't you feel it?" Qing Hui frowned, "He is a foreigner. Compared to your so-called invaders, he is our real enemy."
"Senior Qinghui, you made a blunder." Mu Yi's eyes were awe-inspiring.
"you… "
Qing Hui sighed silently, but didn't say anything after that.
He can feel that these people have no reason to speak.
They have been brainwashed by the so-called Fire Lord.
instilled thought.
no longer belong to humans.
"I almost forgot, senior, I have one more thing to say here." Mu said.
"What?" Qing Hui frowned.
"Master Huo has taken a fancy to your daughter, and he hopes you can dedicate your daughter to him." Mu Yi said with a smile, and Qing Hui was instantly furious, "What did you say!"
"Don't get too excited, of course we don't want it for nothing, do you... want to see your wife?" Mu Yi said with a smile.
"Aya." Qing Hui was stunned.
"As long as you can dedicate your daughter to Lord Huo and resurrect your wife, it's not impossible." Mu smiled, "In order to convince you, we actually brought our sincerity."
With a light wave of his hand, Mu Yi's hand took out a porcelain bottle.
The surroundings of this porcelain vase were covered with flame seals. When the vase appeared, Qing Hui shed tears for some reason.
"Looks like you feel it."
Seeing the tears in Qing Hui's eyes, Mu Yi also smiled.
"What's in this vase is your wife's soul."
Qing Hui's arm shook when he heard the words, and several elders of Qing's in the hall were also shocked.
soul.
Can a person's soul be recovered after death
Unheard of for them.
How sacred is this Lord Huo, who was able to retrieve her soul.
"Can I… take a look?"
Qing Hui's eyes were empty, her hand slowly stretched out, full of desire.
This is what Mu Yi wanted to see, he nodded with a smile.
"sure."
Take a few steps forward, unseal the seal, and open the cork.
Straws of unconscious souls lingered in the hall, and when all the souls gathered, they became Qing Hui's deceased wife.
"This… "
Several elders in the hall could not help but stunned.
Qing Hui stared at the soul without any consciousness in front of her.
"Aya."
"Senior Qinghui, this time you believe what I said." Mu Yi shrugged, "As long as you hand over your daughter to Lord Huo, we can resurrect your wife with this soul. You love your wife very much. Well, daughter, after Madam is resurrected, she can actually regenerate, are you right?"
This is Mu Yi's trump card.
Qing Hui is a well-known infatuation in the 10-meter-eight village.
She loves her wife so much.
With his status and status, it is normal to want to find more wives after his wife's death. He didn't do that. After the death of his wife, he began to have few desires, holding a book every day.
That book was his wife's favorite book to read in her lifetime.
In Mu Yi's opinion, as long as this trump card is thrown out, Qing Hui will definitely obey.
"you're right."
Qing Hui looked up at the soul above her head, and a few words slowly crept out of her lips.
"That's right, Senior Qinghui, that's what you should say." Mu Yi nodded with satisfaction, raised his hand to collect the soul again, "We will take good care of the soul, and within three years, we will definitely resurrect your soul. lady."
"You just want light rain, right?"
"Yes, that's right! Of course, you still need to submit to Lord Huo and expand your territory for the Lord."
"Can."
Qinghui's eyes are empty, as if the whole person has been immersed in the thoughts of his wife.
Mu has a big smile in his eyes.
Originally, he had already prepared a backhand, but if Qing Hui was really stubborn, he would use force to snatch Qing Yu back.
Didn't expect it to be so simple.
"Then ask Senior Qinghui to invite the young lady to come over, and kill those intruders by the way."
"Okay." Qing Hui nodded vacantly, looking at the porcelain bottle in Mu Yi's hand, "Can I hug my wife again?"
"Wait for your wife's resurrection... well..." Actually Mu Yi didn't want to give it, but in order to make the follow-up smoother, he nodded and put the porcelain bottle in Qing Hui's hand, "You have to be careful, the porcelain bottle If it is damaged, your wife will also be lost."
"Is the soul flying away?"
Qing Hui narrowed her eyes and nodded silently.
Immediately—
His eyes instantly recovered sharpness, and he crushed the porcelain bottle with one hand.
The broken residue pierced into Qinghui's palm.
Bright red blood flowed from his palm.
"She wanted freedom most before her death, but I couldn't give it to her."
"Now, how could I possibly have her trapped in this little bottle."
"Aya, this time, you are really free!"