"It's clear that they forcibly snatched the Nether Sacred Flame from you, so what's your business? Now that the Nether Sacred Flame has an accident, it's all your fault. Why! They are both their sons, why should they be treated differently? !!"
Luo Yunxiao lightly pressed her hand on the spirit beast bag to prevent the runaway Kiss from rushing out, but the corners of her mouth could not help but tickle, revealing a self-deprecating smile.
Discrimination? He has long been used to it.
Luo Yunxiao: "I didn't scoop out the Nether Holy Flame, nor did I let it fuse with Yin Yuanyi. Why did it come back to me, how do I know?"
Yin Wuji sneered and said: "It's better to be like this. If I find out that you intend to harm your brother, don't blame me for being rude."
"Doctor Jiang." He turned to look at Jiang Chunwei, "How can Yi'er's illness be cured?"
Jiang Chunwei secretly glanced at Luo Yunxiao, hesitated for a moment, and then said softly: "Only... Only transfer the holy flame once more."
"Are you kidding me?!!!!" Kiss was about to go mad with rage, "Do they know the pain of being stripped of flesh and blood, essence, and soul? Do they know how master you passed through hell back then? ?! They actually want to snatch the holy flame from you again, you bastard! You bastard! Master, let me out, I will bite them to death! I will send this group of rubbish to hell!!"
Luo Yunxiao's face was calm, and there was a slight mocking smile on the corner of her mouth, as if she had already guessed the ending.
Yin Wuji resolutely said: "Then transfer it again."
"How did this happen?" Fu Yushu's tears rolled down, and she tremblingly said, "If you transfer it again, won't Xiao'er suffer another heart-wrenching pain?"
Yin Wuji: "Are you going to watch Yi'er die?"
"Xiao'er, mother, poor Xiaoer!" Fu Yushu grabbed Luo Yunxiao's hand and wept bitterly, "Mother doesn't want you to suffer, but your brother is in danger. Hundreds of years ago, you almost killed him once... Take everything as what you owe him. Xiaoer, you don’t want to watch your brother die, do you?”
Yin Wuji sneered, "Hundreds of years ago, he didn't just want to kill Yi'er, it was clear that he wanted to kill both of you and me together. At that time, this Nether Realm, this world, will be him It's gone."
"Luo Yunxiao, I can tell you! Today's ghost flame, you have to transfer it if you transfer it, or transfer it if you don't transfer it."
Luo Yunxiao closed her eyes and did not speak.
Jiang Chun showed hesitation again, and couldn't help saying: "But even if it is transferred again, I'm afraid it will treat the symptoms and not the root cause. Perhaps, the Nether Sacred Flame has already recognized Mr. Xiao as the master in Wangchuan, so the non-host The carrier will be backlashed. The old man is only afraid... "
He didn't finish his words, but his meaning was very clear.
Yin Yuanyi's face turned pale when he thought that he would have to endure such pain again.
He grabbed Yin Wuji and Fu Yushu's clothes and screamed loudly: "Father, mother, save me. The Nether Flame belongs to me and cannot be transferred. I will never bear such humiliation and pain again!"
Yin Wuji flicked his sleeves fiercely, and turned to look at the feminine man in colorful robes.
"[Priest Liuyun] Didn't you say that as long as Yi'er gets the holy flame, my Nether Realm will control the power of the world? How did it become like this now?"