Faced with the threat of Song Yan, Nangong Snow Bustard dared not say the words of refusal rashly. Her identity had been killed by Song Yan. Therefore, Song Yan killed her now, she was really dead, and there was no possibility of revival.

So, after a long tangle, she nodded, "Okay, agree to be your slave."

"That's right! Knowing the current affairs is a hero! uuuuuuuuuuu

Song Yan laughed and let the puppet pick up the sword that contradicted the eyebrow of the Snowbird in the Nangong Palace.

"Give me back my soul rope and lock-up beads!"

Suddenly, Nangong Xue reached out to him for the two artifacts.

"Is that...