"It was clearly that they forced the Netherworld Holy Fire from you. What's the matter with you, Master? Now that something happened to the Netherworld Holy Fire, it's all your fault. Why! They are all their sons, why should they be treated differently like this!!"

Luo Yunxiao's hand was gently pressed on the spirit beast bag to prevent the thunderous kiss from rushing out, but the corners of his mouth couldn't help but quenched, showing a self-deprecating smile.

Treat differently? He has long been used to it.

Luo Yunxiao: "I didn't pluck the Netherworld Holy Fire, nor did I let it merge with Yin Yuanyi. Why did it come back to me? How could I know?"

Yin Wuji sneered, "It's best if this is the case. If I find out that you are intentionally harming your brother, don't blame me for being rude."

"Doctor Jiang." He turned to look at Jiang Chunwei, "How can Yi'er's illness be solved?"

Jiang Chunwei secretly glanced at Luo Yunxiao, hesitated for a moment before whispering: "Only... can only transfer the holy fire once more."

"What a joke?!!!!" Chi Kiss was so angry that they knew the pain of flesh, essence, and soul being stripped away from their bodies little by little? Do they know how you walked through hell by master?! They actually wanted to cut off the holy fire from you again, beast! Bastard! Dog bastard! Master, please let me go out, I want to bite them to death! I want to let all this group of trash go to hell!!"

Luo Yunxiao's face was calm, and a sarcastic smile hung on the corner of her mouth, as if she had guessed such an ending.

Yin Wuji cut the railway firmly: "Then let's transfer it again."

"How could this happen?" Fu Yushu's tears fell down and she said in a trembling voice, "If you transfer it again, wouldn't Xiao'er suffer another heart-wrenching pain?"

Yin Wuji: "Do you want to die when you watch Yi'er?"

"Xiao'er, my poor mother Xiao'er!" Fu Yushu grabbed Luo Yunxiao's hand and cried bitterly, "Mom doesn't want you to suffer, but your brother is in danger. Hundreds of years ago, you almost killed him once... All this is what you owe him. Xiao'er, you won't want to watch your brother die, right?"

Yin Wuji sneered, "That time he was trying to kill Yi'er hundreds of years ago. It was obvious that even you and me would want to kill them together. At that time, the Netherworld and the world would be his."

"Luo Yunxiao, I can tell you! Today, you have to transfer the Netherworld Holy Fire, and you have to transfer it if you don't transfer it."

Luo Yunxiao closed her eyes and said nothing.

Jiang Chun showed a hesitant look and couldn't help saying, "But even if it is transferred again, it may be a cure for the symptoms but not the root cause. Perhaps, the Holy Fire of the Netherworld has already recognized Young Master Xiao as the main person in the Forgetful River, so the non-host carrier will be backfired. I am afraid..."

He didn't finish his words, but his meaning was expressed very clearly.

Yin Yuanyi's face turned pale when he thought that he would have to endure such pain once.

He grabbed the hem of Yin Wuji and Fu Yushu's clothes and screamed loudly: "Father, mother, save me. The Holy Fire of the Netherworld is mine and cannot be transferred. I will never bear such humiliation and pain anymore!"

Yin Wuji flicked his sleeves hard and turned his head to look at the feminine man in a colorful robe.

"[Prince Liuyun] Didn't you say that as long as Yi'er gets the holy fire, my Netherworld is equivalent to controlling the world's power? How could it become like this now?"
Chapter completed!