nycdaug Chapter 138 Crisis
Chapter 138 Crisis
"and many more!"
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 time, he really stopped.
"Do you have any last words?" Nan Yuan frowned, and Lu Zhaozhao immediately said: "Yes, I do have a last word."
"Hurry up and tell me, my patience is limited." Nan Yuan said impatiently.
Lu Zhaozhao swallowed hard, thinking about how to save himself. He said perfunctorily, "We have no grudges against each other. Why are you trying to kill me? You should let me die knowingly."
She said as she rummaged through her belongings.
The Yuanxu Mirror is useless if it is broken; the Bingshangyi cannot withstand Nanyuan’s attack; the Soul-Returning Pill, what is this thing?
Wait, the soul-restoring pill!
Suddenly, the words Ying Che said when she first went down the mountain when she first came here emerged in her mind.
"The Soul-Restoring Pill can heal any serious injury. Even if a person is already dead, it can be saved. It's like having an extra life."
Great, it’s saved!
Lu Zhaozhao was delighted. Nan Yuan was doing what a villain should do at this time, explaining why he wanted to kill people.
"To be honest, I didn't intend to kill you, but Wei Zhanjie values you so much, so I have to kill you."
"why?"
"Because he's unhappy, I'm happy too."
Lu Zhaozhao grasped the pain point, immediately asked follow-up questions, and patiently guided him to gain more preparation time.
"You two are not on good terms? Why? Aren't you from the same clan?"
"Heh, we're not like you humans who talk about being of the same race. The Western Territory reigns supreme over the strongest, and the capable are competent. Since Wei Zhanjie lost a thousand years ago, he should have died cleanly without resorting to any trickery. A thousand years have passed, and he still dreams of becoming the sole demon king."
Nan Yuan's face was faintly filled with anger. Lu Zhaozhao keenly sensed the discord between the two old and new Demon Lords and immediately asked, "If you dislike it so much, why did you come this time?"
"What do you know? This plan is good for both him and me. I have no reason to refuse."
"What's the benefit?"
"Of course...wait a minute." Nan Yuan reacted and looked at Lu Zhaozhao with an unfriendly look, his tone revealing danger.
He approached step by step and said, "You are not trying to delay for someone to rescue you. Humph, it's a nice thought. It's a mess outside now, and no one will come to rescue you."
After saying that, he stretched out his hand to gather the magic power into one palm.
It finally came. Lu Zhaozhao couldn't help feeling scared. She pretended to run away and took off the soul-restoring pill the moment she turned around.
The dantian was immediately covered by a thin barrier.
"You can't run away."
Nan Yuan sneered from behind, and Lu Zhaozhao cursed in her heart. It seemed that she could not escape this today. She hoped that this soul-restoring pill would be effective enough to save her life.
She rubbed her sore arm. Nan Yuan had just thrown her down to the ground, and there were five bloody holes on her shoulder, which were also caused by him.
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 scruples. When his palm came down, Lu Zhaozhao could even feel the wind from the palm blowing up the loose hair on her forehead.
Let’s have a good time, she thought.
But the palm did not hit her.
Another more powerful attack blocked Nan Yuan, and the old Taoist in white robe fell from the sky and landed steadily in front of Lu Zhaozhao.
"Don't be afraid, little kid. I'm here."
Lu Zhaozhao opened his mouth wide and stared blankly at the person in front of him.
Master Bu Lu, why is he here?