Chapter 1204
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What a trap!
If Lian Zizhuo's gaze could kill, Zhen Xiaoxiao would have died ten thousand times by now.
Not only did he completely abandon him in the Shadow Sect, but the most infuriating thing was that … the shadow of the Standing Snow Sword that he could not eat or sleep for so long was now hovering above that damned girl's head. No matter how she wriggled and swayed, the will of the sword followed her like a shadow, clearly announcing to the world that he was loyal to the master.
What the hell!
What the hell!
Lian Zizhuo was panting like a bull, his nostrils spewing red waves. He felt that his blood had been vaporized by his grief and indignation!
His memory quickly returned to the Elixir Beast Competition in Dongling, when he was pressuring Zhen Xiaoxiao step by step!
"Zhen Xiaoxiao, do you dare to swear that you do not have the inheritance of the Demonic Sword?"
"I swear that I do not have the inheritance of the Demonic Sword!" The girl's expression was firm, her voice decisive and her eyes clear!
That's right!
This oath would not be countered by the Heavenly Dao!
Because there were two of them! Two! Ahhhhhh!
Trap!
Huge trap!
He raised his head and looked at Zhen Xiaoxiao, whose eyes were watery and eyes were filled with panic. She was biting her lips and trying to cover her face with fire again …
Lian Zizhuo's face was tense, trying his best to suppress the urge to vomit blood!
This girl … was simply a black hole!
The most infuriating thing was that even though he was prepared to reward Little Knife ten thousand times, when he saw her "innocent" little face, his heart of stone immediately melted into a puddle of soft paste that could not hold up the wall.
Other than the urge to vomit blood, his heart was filled with a sour and bloated feeling.
It was good that she was back!
She did not lose an arm or a leg, she was still full of energy and came back from Southern Tripod beautifully!
He forcefully restrained the urge to pull Zhen Xiaoxiao in front of him and scrutinize her.
Lian Zizhuo's eyes were trembling, his face tensed up, he took a deep breath and slowly squeezed it out from his throat.
"Zhen … Xiao … Xiao, do you have anything to say to me?"
Haha!
Young Master is angry!
Young Master!
Although this demoness is the successor of the Devil Blade, she is also a spy of the Southern Tripod. In order to defend the sovereignty of Dongling, I led my disciples to carry out an arduous battle with her. I made a huge sacrifice, paid an unimaginable price, and endured inhuman pain … I'm going to omit ten thousand words below to force her to stay and delay the arrival of you and the Army of War!
You mustn't be lenient!
You have to uphold justice for us!
Li Wenyuan blinked furiously, hoping to convey his thoughts to Lian Zizuo with his eyes.
"Littly!"
Mr. Dongfang was dumbfounded. The moment he saw Zhen Xiaoxiao's face clearly, he almost dropped the Sanhe in his hand and hit his foot.
What the hell!
How could it be her wild disciple, Zhen Xiaoxiao?
The inheritor of the Demonic Blade? Southern Cauldron spies?
I almost cut her up just now?
She, she, she … What on earth did she do during this period of time?
He really couldn't figure out the cause and effect, but out of concern for his disciple, Dongfang Ye immediately strode forward and stood in front of Lian Zizuo and Zhen Xiaoxiao, afraid that the young master would destroy Zhen Xiaoxiao's soul on impulse.
"Young Master, please calm down. I can guarantee with my head that Littly did not deliberately hide the identity of the Devil Blade, you …"
Mr. Dongfang had not finished his words.
He saw Zhen Xiaoxiao let out a strange cry, suddenly bypassing his body and pouncing on Lian Zizuo like a rabbit. She squatted on the ground, hugged his thigh tightly, and cried.
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