Di Yange struggled for a long time and found that what bound her was a purple vine. Moreover, this vine was really a good thing, it could even limit her cultivation.
Now, she can finally die in peace.
"Boy, what did you do to my wound? Why can't my spiritual power heal it?" The white-haired man had a ferocious look on his face.
If he goes back with this expression on his face, it will be a huge disgrace.
Although the wound is not fatal, it is ugly.
"As long as you release those two innocent people, you can take my life, and I will also heal you."
Di Yange is still very arrogant.
"Bai Lao Er, just go back and let Fourth Brother take a look at your injuries. Let's go back first and talk about it later."
Although the white-haired man wanted to beat Di Yange to death, he also felt that she was a rare talent.
Let's wait for the Holy Lord to handle everything.
At this moment, a heavy sound of footsteps was heard, and Xiao Jue appeared in front of them with scars all over his body.
At this time, Xiao Jue was holding on with just one breath.
He looked at the two powerful men and Di Yange who was tied up very tightly, and shook his head bitterly.
"Let her go. The people you captured are my men. I am willing to exchange my life for theirs."
Even at this point, Di Yange didn't expect Xiao Jue to come and snatch her chance to commit suicide again.
She angrily scolded, "Xiao Jue, who asked you to exchange your life for this? I was the one who agreed to this first. What does it have to do with you? Get out of here now."
Xiao Jue looked at Di Yange in surprise, with a slight ripple in his heart.
Is she helping him?
Both sides looked at each other with deep affection.
What’s more, the two of them are competing to die for each other. How can this be tolerated?
The white-haired man immediately used purple vines to make Di Yange shut up.
Di Yange opened his mouth, but no words came out.
She could only glare silently at Xiao Jue, the white-haired man, and the slightly fat man.
The white-haired man was afraid that their relationship would deepen.
She immediately tried to sow discord: "Xiao Jue, Feng Yan has already agreed to become the son-in-law of the young master of our Desolate Thunder Holy Land. It seems that she doesn't want you to take this position, but you might consider it. As long as you become the son-in-law of the Desolate Thunder Holy Land, you will not only obtain the Desolate Thunder Secret Scripture, but also have the opportunity to inherit the Desolate Thunder Holy Land."
Di Yange was stunned immediately.
Who the hell wants secret scriptures and inheritance?
She immediately glared at the white-haired man angrily, and Xiao Jue, who had been watching her, saw her angry eyes and obviously misunderstood again.
He gritted his teeth and said, "I agree too."
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