Chapter 503 The Little Bastard With His Elbow Turned Out

Xue Yilan's eyes narrowed again, and he also smiled: "Isn't it just to swear in front of the Demon Ancestor? Why is it so difficult..." He really made an oath.

After he finished his oath, Ye Feng said he was offended, and he let Ning Xuemo go.

Xue Yilan's sleeves flicked, and she rolled Ning Xuemo into her arms, wrapped her left arm around her, and gnashed her teeth next to her ear: "The little bastard with his elbow turned outward! Aren't you afraid that he will really kill you?!"

Ning Xuemo's acupoints were still being lit, she just blinked her eyes, couldn't speak, and didn't react.

She knew that Ye Feng would not really kill her.

And Ye Feng took her as a hostage because of her secret wink...

It's just that she didn't expect Xue Yilan to agree so quickly, it seems that he is really afraid of her death...

Ye Feng over there finally breathed a long sigh of relief, he took the risk of blocking a round, not bad, he won!

Finally, everyone who survived won a chance to live...

His gaze fell on Yan Ziyuan again, and he saw her half leaning against Gu Ziyan's arms, her small face was still pale, her eyes were dark and dim, and there was no focal length. It seems that he hasn't recovered yet.

There was a trace of guilt in his eyes, and he was about to step forward to take a look, when Xue Yilan chuckled suddenly: "You are lucky this time! Even if I don't kill you, will you escape with your life?"

Before the laughter stopped, he had already floated up like a red cloud, smashing the roof of the boat with a bang.

Everyone was startled, but before they could react, they suddenly heard Ye Feng grunt, staggered two steps, and fell flat on the floor with a plop.

Xue Yilan's laughter came from above the hole in the cabin: "I hate being blackmailed the most! I will teach you a lesson!" The laughter gradually faded away, and the person had gone away.

Ye Feng lay there, feeling the pain in his internal organs as if he was going to turn over, and cold sweat dripped down his forehead. He couldn't get up and could only lie there panting.

A pair of embroidered shoes came to a stop in front of his eyes, his body froze, and he slowly raised his head, facing Yan Ziyuan's dark eyes.

She looked down at him: "how are you?"

Ye Feng lowered his eyes, and his voice was cold: "A little injury, you can't die..."

"Can't die? Hehe, how could someone like you die?" Yan Ziyuan sneered, and slowly squatted down, looking straight into his eyes, stubbornly wanting an answer: "You really couldn't Concerned about my safety? Do you really only prepare a coffin for me after I die?"

"Ziyuan, now that we are out of danger, don't ask. He is also in a hurry, and there is no way. After all, we are all out of danger, right?" Someone persuaded.

"Shut up!" Yan Ziyuan replied fiercely to the man, then turned her head and looked at Ye Feng again, as if she would not stop until she got a clear answer: "Answer me!"

Ye Feng straightened his body, lowered his eyes slightly, and only answered one word: "Yes!"

"Slap!" He was slapped hard on the face!

"Ye Feng, you are just a secret guard, I am the master, you are the servant, why do you decide my life and death?!"

One side of Ye Feng's face was hot, he lowered his eyes slightly, pursed his lips and did not answer.

"Ye Feng, I've always hated you, do you know that?" Yan Ziyuan's big eyes seemed to be on fire.

"I know." Ye Feng slightly closed his eyes.

"Hehe, it's good that you know! Let me tell you, I hate you even more now! When I get home, I will tell my father to let him relieve you of the position of secret guard!"

Ye Feng's face turned paler, paused for a moment, and answered two more words: "Whatever."

Yan Ziyuan: "..."

She only felt the inexplicable fire in her chest rushing upwards desperately, and couldn't help reaching out to push Ye Feng: "Go to hell! I don't want you anymore!"