The patriarch's face suddenly became dark, and he stared at her with sharp eyes. If his eyes could kill people, he would have been cut into pieces by thousands of knives now.

"He has never harmed you." The patriarch said in a deep voice, "You were in my hands. If he hadn't helped you repeatedly and repeatedly, you would have died many times."

"But I am such a person who repays grudges with grudges." Xiyan spread her hands, shrugged her shoulders, and looked helpless, "He saved me, but he is also your adopted son. Ye Mohan and I have the biggest enemy. I only know that there is a saying that kindness to the enemy is cruel to myself."

The patriarch's face was even bluer even more.

If he still cares about sleeping in this world, there is only one Holy Flame.

That was his favorite heir. He worked hard to cultivate him and teach him to practice. Seeing him growing up from being a seldom to his present appearance, after so many years of love, Sheng Yan was no different from his own son in his heart.

"Clan leader, tell you the truth. I don't want to hurt him, but there is no way. His adoptive father wants my life, so I can't die with my eyes open, so I can only take him to bury him."

Xiyan added another sentence, and the atmosphere suddenly became even more tense.

The head of the Spirit tribe stared at her coldly, with a complicated look and didn't know what he was thinking.

"Class leader, you can't be deceived by her. This bitch has always been cunning. She must have done this to delay time and wait for Mo Qiancheng and the others to come back to save her."

Seeing the patriarch hesitating, Mo Qingyi immediately thought that this might be a conspiracy, but before he finished speaking, the patriarch had already slapped it.

"Stop!" he scolded, "Yan'er is the future patriarch of the Spirit Clan, and I must not watch something happen to him."

Mo Qingyi covered her face and lowered her head, with terrifying hatred and murderous intent bursting out from her eyes, but was completely blocked by the lowered eyes.

"Stupid girl, listen to me. As long as you release Yan'er, I can take him back to the Spirit Clan immediately. From now on, I will not interfere with you well water, and I will not interfere in any matters in this big six." The clan leader took the initiative to compromise, his tone and face eased a lot, and he looked like he was willing to discuss something.

Xiyan laughed out loud.

"Clan leader, do you think I have a very easy-to-scam face?" She looked up and looked over, and a sneered sneer appeared on the corner of her lips. "Sacred Flame is the only bargaining chip in my hand. I will give him to you. If you turn around and regret it, who will I ask for to reason?"

"What do you want?" The clan leader had a terrified face and patiently negotiated with her.

Xiyan held her jaw and thought for a while, saying, "Unless you ask all your people to withdraw from Ye Chen's territory now, we sit down and seriously mark the reconciliation bookmarks, so I can promise to hand over the Holy Flame to you."

The patriarch's face became even more ugly.

He pursed his lips and said nothing, his face becoming increasingly ugly.

He couldn't see that this stinky girl was deliberately delaying time, and she wanted to wait for Mo Qiancheng and Shangguan Yunxi to come back to save her.

The current strength of Guan Yunxi, coupled with the ferocious beast White Tiger who has been cultivating for 500 years, will be very unfavorable to him.

But the Holy Flame

Can he compare his only heir to this stinky girl with whom is more cruel and cold-blooded?

The clan leader is really unsure.
Chapter completed!