"etc!"
Lu Zhaozhao shouted. Nan Yuan's palm was very close to her and was about to fall. At the critical moment, she suddenly remembered the law of villains in novels and decided to give it a try.
This test did indeed stop the bleeding.
"Do you have any last words?" Nan Yuan frowned, and Lu Zhaozhao immediately said, "Yes, I have last words."
"Hurry up and tell me, my patience is running out," Nan Yuan said impatiently.
Lu Zhaozhao swallowed hard, her mind racing as she tried to figure out how to save herself, while saying dismissively, "We have no grudge against each other, why are you trying to kill me? You should at least let me die knowing why."
She rummaged through her belongings as she spoke.
The Yuanxu Mirror is useless now that it's broken; the Ice Robe can't stop Nan Yuan's attacks; and what is the Soul Returning Pill?
Wait, the Resurrection Pill!
Suddenly, the words Ying Che said when she first came down the mountain after she transmigrated into this world came to mind.
"The Soul-Returning Pill can heal any serious injury, even if someone has already died, it is equivalent to giving them an extra life."
Great! There's hope!
Lu Zhaozhao was overjoyed. At this moment, Nan Yuan was doing what a villain should do, explaining why he killed people.
"To be honest, I didn't originally intend to kill you, but since Wei Zhanjie values you so much, I have no choice but to kill you."
"Why?"
"Because he's unhappy, I'm happy."
Lu Zhaozhao grasped the key point and immediately pressed for answers, patiently guiding her to gain more time for preparation.
"You two don't get along? Why? Aren't you from the same clan?"
"Heh, we don't talk about kinship like you humans. In the Western Region, only the strong are respected, and the capable are given the position. Since Wei Zhanjie lost a thousand years ago, he should have died cleanly, without resorting to any underhanded tactics. It's been a thousand years, and he's still thinking about becoming the supreme Demon Lord?"
Nan Yuan's face showed a hint of anger. Lu Zhaozhao keenly sensed the discord between the two demon lords, and immediately asked, "If you can't stand it so much, why did you still come this time?"
"What do you know? This plan benefits both of us, so I have no reason to refuse."
"What are the benefits?"
“Of course… wait a minute.” Nan Yuan realized what was happening and looked at Lu Zhaozhao with hostility, his tone dangerous.
He approached step by step, saying, "You're not trying to stall for time and wait for someone to come and rescue you, are you? Hmph, wishful thinking. Right now, it's chaos outside, and no one will come to save you."
After saying that, he reached out and gathered magic power into his palm.
It finally came. Lu Zhaozhao couldn't help but feel uneasy. She pretended to run away, and took off the Soul-Returning Pill as she turned around.
A thin barrier immediately enveloped his dantian.
"You can't escape."
Nan Yuan sneered from behind. Lu Zhaozhao cursed inwardly. It seemed she couldn't escape this fate today. She hoped the Soul-Returning Pill would be effective enough to save her life.
She rubbed her sore arm; Nan Yuan had just thrown her to the ground, leaving five bloody holes in her shoulder, which he had also caused.
He sat down on the ground, closed his eyes, and looked like he was about to die, which caught Nan Yuan off guard.
But he always acted without restraint. With a single palm strike, Lu Zhaozhao could even feel the wind from the palm, which blew the stray hairs on her forehead.
"Let's just end it quickly," she thought.
But the palm strike did not land on her.
Another, even more powerful attack blocked Nan Yuan's attack. The white-robed old Taoist descended from the sky and landed steadily in front of Lu Zhaozhao.
"Little child, don't be afraid, I'm here."
Lu Zhaozhao stared wide-eyed at the person in front of her.
What is Master Bu Lu doing here?
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