Xiao Chen felt cold in his heart. He shook Yan Xixue with one palm, and then his body was removed from the sharp blade. Xiao Chen vomited blood. As long as it was not fatal damage, Xiao Chen could recover.

However, he needs time.

But now, what he lacks the most is time.

Yan Zhenyang came over.

Looking at Xiao Chen, he smiled.

"Xiao Chen, you must die here today. Do you have anything to say?"

Xiao Chen's eyes suddenly lit up.

"There's someone behind you."

Hearing this, Yan Zhenyang curled his lips and sneered.

"Do you want to scare me, take the opportunity to escape? No..." Before he finished speaking, he was knocked back by a Buddhist handprint and vomited blood. The person who came was the Buddhist son. His eyes were solemn, and he came to Xiao Chen.

"Mr. Xiao, is it okay?"

Xiao Chen shook his head.

"Buddhist son, my friend and wife were kidnapped by the evil thoughts of the Red Dust Heavenly Lord. They were also my friends at night, but they were controlled. Is there a way to restore them?"

The Buddha's son stares.
Chapter completed!