Villain: We agreed to cancel the engagement, what are you regretting?

"How is it possible!"

Wei Long's face was in pain. So many bone-eating insects were killed in an instant?

Then he saw the golden light on Wang Xuan's body, and his face was gloomy:

"What a vicious mind, you are not a master at all, but... the top level!"

Wang Xuan snorted coldly: "It's too late to know now, don't resist, this prince will allow you to live in the pig trough for the rest of your life."

Wei Long was furious. He had already imagined the disgusting scene of his hands being cut off and thrown into the pig trough to grab food.

"Don't think that I'm afraid of you just because you are a master!"

He is also a master, and because of the abilities given by the witch god, all kinds of methods are more unpredictable. If they really fight, it's not certain who will win or lose!

"Then what nonsense are you talking about! Let's see the truth with your hands!"

Wang Xuan drew his sword and was about to attack.

But Wei Long thought about it and was afraid that the fight would greatly damage Wang Xuan's body, so he shouted:

"Wait! I think we can talk!"

Wang Xuan smiled playfully: "Oh? I want to see what you want to talk about!"

Anyway, the other party is already in his pocket.

Wei Long breathed a sigh of relief and waved his hand: "Come on! Bring the person up!"

At this time, a familiar figure was carried up by two people.

Wang Xuan looked carefully and his face darkened.

Because this person was Wang Si.

Early this morning, he was sent out by him to escort Xiao Lianhua's group of witch cult believers back to the South District.

But after only two hours of not seeing him, he became extremely miserable at this moment.

There was not a single piece of good meat on his body, and his hands and feet were broken and drooping on his body.

If Wang Xuan hadn't been sharp-eyed and saw the subtle movement of his nose blowing up the drooping hair, he would really think that Wang Si was dead.

"Your Highness Wang Xuan, I'm sorry. I was doing something today and accidentally captured your right-hand man. I was a bit rough. You won't mind, will you?" Wei Long's mouth curled up slightly.

Wang Xuan squinted at him: "Do you think you can threaten me by taking a subordinate?"

"Of course I know I can't, but what if it's like this?" Wei Long continued to wave his hand.

Another cultist came up with a dozen brothers of Xuanlongwei. Without exception, they all had their hands and feet broken and were unknown whether they were alive or dead.

"Master Weilong, you are... forcing me to kill you!" Wang Xuan said coldly.

Wei Long was not scared, but became more arrogant:

"The show hasn't started yet!"

He raised his hands to the sky and shouted: "All believers, listen to my order, draw your swords!"

Swish swish swish!

The sound of a whole group of swords and knives coming out behind him resounded throughout the venue.

Wang Xuan turned his head and frowned even more deeply.

Tens of thousands of believers, big and small, in the audience, did not point their swords at Wang Xuan, but pointed their swords at their necks, as if they would stab them at any time.

Wang Xuan turned his head and looked at Wei Long: "What do you mean?"

Wei Long laughed: "Don't you understand? If you don't surrender today, all these people will die!"

"Not only that, most of the people in Jiangling Prefecture are under the control of my witch cult. As long as I give an order, they will also sacrifice blood to the sky, and the witch god will bathe in the blood of believers and come to the world! Jingzhou will no longer exist!"

"Don't you feel guilty for the fact that all the people in Jingzhou died because of you?"

Wei Long looked regretful, but at the same time he was confident in his heart.

The King of Zhenbei has always loved his people like his own sons, and Wang Xuan, as his son, must be no bad.

Wang Xuan did have a little hesitation.

One person would be fine, but two or three people, or even dozens or hundreds of people, he might be able to comfort himself by saying that their sacrifice was worth it.

But he was really a little dignified to let thousands of people, even most of the people in Jiangling Prefecture, be buried with him.

"Your Highness, please be kind and surrender!"

"I don't want to die yet!"

"We have worked hard for half our lives and finally got here. If we die, we will have nothing!"

"Waaaaa!"

There was also a cry of a baby.

Wang Xuan looked at these people, their faces were full of misery.

It reminded him of the scene when he went to the South District yesterday and saw the man who delivered the golden juice kneeling in front of him and kowtowed numbly.

Wang Xuan felt a wave of sadness in his heart.

"You have suffered injustice, why don't you resist?"

"To fulfill your own illusory hopes, you want to sacrifice others?"

"What kind of bullshit is this?"

He felt an inexplicable anger in his heart.

But he didn't know who to vent to.

Are these seemingly ignorant people in front of him?

What's the point of killing them?

It just adds to the casualties.

Wang Xuan shook his head, trying to get rid of these thoughts.

This is obviously justIt's a game!

What am I thinking about?

What does the life and death of these NPCs have to do with me?

But what if this world is real as Leng Yue said?

What if these people are real people?

He thought of the little lotus again.

The adults may not be saved, but there are still children. Maybe if they are saved, this world can still be saved.

He turned his head slowly.

If what Leng Yue said is true, then it doesn't matter if the body is given to him. It's just a change of body.

Wei Long's eyes flashed red. Seeing Wang Xuan's expression, he knew that he had succeeded for the most part.

[This witch god's bewitching moves are really powerful! ]

[But it's also because the other party is not perfect in the top realm, and his soul is defective, so he can't resist my bewitching! ]

"How have you considered it?"

Wang Xuan nodded and was about to agree.

Unexpectedly, Wang Si woke up slowly, and when he saw Wang Xuan, he screamed in pain and misery:

"Your Highness! Little Lotus is dead! Everyone is dead! Kill them! Kill them!"

Wang Xuan woke up suddenly.

Dead?

Little Lotus is dead?

In his sight, the only bright spot in the endless darkness between heaven and earth has disappeared.

Wei Long noticed something was wrong, his eyes turned red, and he said:

"Isn't it just a child who died? Compared with thousands of people, which is more important?"

He didn't think that a child could be compared to the survival of so many people.

Wang Xuan's eyes gradually became clear from the confusion just now.

He thought of the half piece of sesame cake this morning, which was very hard and hard to knock teeth.

I don't know why Little Lotus's small teeth can bite it.

If I had known earlier, I would have asked the kitchen to bake a fresh sesame cake.

It doesn't matter if it takes a while.

Wang Xuan's eyes began to moisten, and he looked straight at Wei Long.

"Indeed, the little lotus is very light compared to the millions of people."

Wei Long breathed a sigh of relief. It seemed that the other party was still clear.

"But——" Wang Xuan put down the Great Liang Dragon Bird, picked it up again, and pointed it directly at Wei Long:

"What does this have to do with me?"