Dongfang Xuan intentionally spoke loudly for them to hear.
Because he wanted to make them crumble, frightened, and felt dread...
Knowing their own death, they couldnât do anything but wait for the time to come. Such fear was enough to break even the top expert.
Dongfang Xuan, on the other hand, enjoyed watching others crumbled.
As soon as Dongfang Xuanâs words came out, the sound in the dungeon suddenly stopped.
Dongfang Xuan was very satisfied with the effect he created. Then he hugged Li Yaoyaoâs slim waist and went away while wildly laughing.
In the dungeon, the brothers looked at each other in dismay.
âItâs a big problem nowâ Anye Ming frowned.
He could feel that Dongfang Xuan was really serious this time.
Beichen Ying drew his own mouth: âI blame my damned mouth for provoking Dongfang Xuan.â
Now the brothers were not Dongfang Xuanâs opponents. Only Nangong Liuyun could defeat him.
Although everyone knew that Nangong Liuyun is not dead, he and Su Luo temporarily stayed in Roaming Dragonâs Secret Territory, and heaven knows when they would come back.
When they returned, the brothers would have been cut into pieces by Dongfang Xuan and dried in the sun.
âWhat to do?â Lan Xuanâs face was slightly pale.
âIt seemed that we could do nothing but wait for death.â Zi Yanâs voice came lazily from the corner.
Li Yaoyao hated her to death. She poisoned all her food. Fortunately, she had some dried food hidden in her body, otherwise her life would have been long gone.
For a while, the dungeon was quiet.
That night, the food was amazing.
The brothers were carelessly clean up the sumptuous last meal.
Time passed quickly, and the morning light of the next day slowly rose.
However, Nangong Liuyun still hadnât come.
Before noon.
Dongfang Xuan sat comfortably on the broad chair, squinting his eyes, watching the young people standing in front of him.
âBeichen Ying, Anye Ming, Lan Xuan, Zi Yan...â Dongfang Xuan pointed one by one, with a sneer on the corner of his mouth. âNow you have two choices.â
Zi Yanâs sarcastic eyes fell on Dongfang Xuanâs face.n/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om
But Dongfang Xuan didnât seem to see it. He sneered and said, âOne, death. Two, live. â
âHow is death, and how is life?â Anye Ming face was calm, and with the tone unchanged.
âDeath is very simple. You donât have to do anything. Just wait for death.â
âAs for living ...â Dongfang Xuanâs lips was smiling, âItâs also very simple, as long as the last person of the four of you is left, that last person standing could be alive, I, Dongfang Xuan promised.â
Dongfang Xuan finally patted himself on the chest and made a promise.
What a vicious Dongfang Xuan!
Beichen Ying hated him in his heart.
This was gaining victory with unstained sword, let them have internal strife!
Only Dongfang Xuan could think of such a vicious method.
âHow is it? Want to live or not? If you want to live, then letâs start.â Dongfang Xuan was very pleased for coming up with this wonderful method.
He just liked to watch them fight each other, that is to say, Nangong Liuyunâs so-called brothers would fight each other like dogs in order to survive!
It would bring him countless pleasures.
At Dongfang Xuanâs commanded, a cold sword was distributed to the four of them.
Beichen Ying took over the cold sword first.
Anye Ming hesitated, and then followed him.