Bigshot's Sweetie Is a Cat!-Chapter 1212: Nie Jiuque Returns to the Demon Realm

Moyu was burning with anger, thinking Zuo Yan had used poison.

"Despicable."

He raised his hand to try to extract the blood worms that had burrowed into his skin, but unexpectedly, it only caused those worms to speed up their burrowing into his flesh.

Zuo Yan laughed triumphantly, his eyes full of destructive malice.

These blood worms were extracted from his own body, and then refined into blood poison with deadly toxins.

As long as the skin touches even a bit, one becomes entangled with the blood poison, like him and Ye Qi.

It doesn’t take a life, but it makes one suffer a fate worse than death.

Nie Jiuque, I’d like to see if you’ll dare to use blood poison to torment me again.

A dark figure flashed by, and Nie Jiuque’s silhouette appeared before everyone.

Zuo Yan’s face changed dramatically.

"Lord."

"Lord," the Thirteen Banners and Qin Ming echoed repeatedly.

Moyu instinctively wanted to address Nie Jiuque as well, but Nie Jiuque suddenly stopped him from forcibly extracting the blood poison and quickly helped him remove the poisonous insect another way.

As Moyu was puzzled, he felt the burning sensation on his face fade away; the blood worms that had burrowed into his skin were completely extracted by Nie Jiuque into his hand.

Nie Jiuque’s palm glowed red as a flame suddenly appeared, instantly incinerating the blood worms to ashes.

Moyu raised his hand to touch his face, which was now fine, and breathed a sigh of relief.

"Thank you, Lord."

The flame in his palm died away, yet it seemed that the eyes beneath his mask were ablaze with fury, spreading wildly as though it might consume him entirely.

Nie Jiuque seethed with rage, turned, and raised his hand, using the Soul Shattering Hand formed from Demonic Qi to grab Zuo Yan’s neck, lifting him off the ground.

"Where is Ye Yin?!"

Nie Jiuque demanded fiercely.

"Wh... what..."

Zuo Yan quickly turned red from oxygen deprivation.

The urgency to survive made him instinctively try to pry open the hand that could crush his soul at any moment.

"Don’t test my patience. I’ll ask one last time, where is Ye Yin?!" Nie Jiuque said, as he increased the force in his hand.

The suffocating feeling of death made Zuo Yan disregard the distinctions between ruler and subject, especially since he harbored murderous intent toward Nie Jiuque; he raised his hand to call out his sword and stab at Nie Jiuque.

"Lord, be careful," Moyu urgently warned.

Nie Jiuque waved his hand, deflecting the sword rushing toward him, then controlled Zuo Yan’s hand and flung him hard.

Zuo Yan’s body flew out like a kite with its string cut, crashing into the wall before falling heavily to the ground.

"Cough, cough, cough..."

Too busy to care about the pain, Zuo Yan clutched his neck and coughed and gasped desperately, looking utterly disheveled.

"Zuo Yan, you’re truly audacious to dare strike against me. Do you believe I could accuse you of treason and rebellion right now?!"

"Cough... If the Lord wants to charge me, I wouldn’t dare resist."

Zuo Yan struggled on the ground for a while, then slowly stood up.

His innocent eyes full of defiance toward Nie Jiuque.

"I don’t have time to argue old grievances with you. Hand over Ye Yin, and I might spare you. Otherwise, don’t blame me for being merciless."

He had important matters to attend to, not time to waste on Zuo Yan.

"Isn’t Ye Yin your personal subordinate? Why demand him from me?"

"I told you, don’t test my patience!"

"And I said, I don’t know, I haven’t even seen Ye... Ah."

Before Zuo Yan could finish speaking, a sudden unbearable pain spread throughout his body.