Rong Yi's surroundings were even more horrifyingly violent. Thousands of sword energies followed Qinyin Gong, Shang, Jiao, Zheng, and Yu, and they all changed in an instant, but they still couldn't do anything to him.

Xiang Xue knew in her heart that she must not let Rong Yi go on like this, otherwise, senior brother would really become a demon!

However, she had lost all her inner strength at this moment and could not get close at all, otherwise she would be crushed into pieces by the sword energy and violent energy.

The poisonous insects on the ground were sweeping across everything, but they bypassed Xiang Xue without harming her at all.

Xiang Xue felt something alive in her heart, caressing the exquisite blood-drinking ring on her right wrist, and decided to give it a try.[

"This senior, if I have never admitted my mistake, is it Gan Yanrong who dominated the world with a set of Qianye swordsmanship decades ago? Senior Gan?"

The voice was clear and bright, resounding through the valley amid the smell of murderous aura and blood.

The piano player did not answer, and the Qianqian sword energy remained unchanged, but Xiang Xue was still keenly aware of a trace of hesitation hidden in it.

"Senior, you and my master have become acquainted. Please show your kindness and let my brothers and sisters live."

"You, who is your master?"

"Tianzhu Peak, Hanchi Villa, Mingyazi."

Xiang Xue was cruel and took off the exquisite blood-drawing ring on her right wrist.

This was a huge bet, a bet on Gan Yanrong's unresolved love for Ming Yazi, and even more on Rong Yi's regard for her.

One wrong move and every step will be damaged.

If Gan Yanrong refuses to give up, and Rong Yi becomes uneasy because he lured the bloody exquisite ring away from Xiang Xue, he and she will die.

Even if Gan Yanrong gives up, if Rong Yi has been deeply possessed by the devil, even if the blood drawer reminds Xiang Xue that he is in "danger", it still can't bring him back, then...

"Ming Yazi... you are Shangguan Yi's disciple, and Shangguan Leng is yours..."

"I am my master, and also my senior brother's master."

The sound of the piano was confusing, and the sword energy gradually slowed down and no longer attacked. It was obvious that the player who played the piano was greatly moved!

The moment the bloody exquisite ring was separated from the body, Rong Yi had already fallen into a semi-madness, his eyes were blood red, and his bloodthirsty was surging. Suddenly, there was a sharp pain in his heart, and he was reluctant to leave. Most of his rationality returned, and his eyes regained clarity.

Her beautiful face was full of fear and anxiety. She no longer cared about the enemy in front of her and turned around to search.

"Senior brother." Xiang Xue walked up, raised his head slightly, and placed his hand on Rong Yi's chest, placing one hand against the hot jewelry to help him completely calm down the demonic nature still stirring in his blood.

"What's wrong? How did you take off the exquisite ring?"

Rong Yi crossed his arms and hugged her slender body tightly, his chin gently rested on her hair, and took a deep breath. Let yourself feel and absorb peace and warmth, nothing could be more comfortable.[

"Brother, I don't want you to become a demon."

Suddenly there was a single tone, Rong Yi turned his back to the piano player, it was Kongdang Dalou!

However, Xiang Xue had already heard that the single tone did not mean any attack, so she just tapped Rongyi's acupoint to let him rest well.

"Girl, bring your senior brother in, I have something to ask you!"

The bamboo house is elegant and hidden among the beautiful trees.

Seed tea cigarettes are curling up. There are three people in the room, one is lying down, and the two are facing each other.

Xiang Xue couldn't believe it when she saw Gan Yanrong with her own eyes.

I saw only that person: his eyebrows are competing with willows for green, and his face is competing with peaches for red. The wind blows the fairy mantle, and it floats like light clouds out of Xiu.

With her smooth and greasy skin, pale teeth and rosy lips, she is no more than in her early twenties. How can she have the air of a seventy-year-old woman?

Except for a head full of white hair.

"Little girl, Qianye Jian has not been out of the world for forty years, how do you recognize him?"

The voice is hoarse, but only old people have it.
Chapter completed!