"Report ......"

The word "report" dragged on with a long voice, and at the same time it was extremely powerful. Idiom Fan also looked at the word "newspaper" and saw a soldier wearing white feather armor open the curtain of the tent. At this moment, for some reason, Cheng Yufan's body seemed to be tightly sucked by some suction, and he also went towards the inside of the curtain.

"Report!"

The soldier knelt down on one knee, affectionately and very respectful, and even more serious and did not dare to slack off, "Report to my king, in the middle of the road, I found that the three-way army of King Lingxi, King Yuan and King Heng has been assembled in the middle road, ready to launch a fierce attack on me, a total of three million people!"

Wait, King Lingxi, King Yuan, King Heng, and the idiom Fan who was sucked into the camp didn't seem to have been discovered by anyone, but Idiom Fan was already stunned. For these three kings are not the three of the rebellion of the seven kings......?

But at this moment, Cheng Yufan suddenly felt a little dizzy in his head, and his vision began to blur. Oh no, it's not that the vision is blurry, but it's gradually moving away......

"Wait, wait!" Idiom Fan was dancing at the moment, wanting to grab something, hold something, and want to stay here. Because, he dared to conclude that this was the place where the Seven Kings of Xiping Rebellion was in that year, and the middle road was not the place where King Yuling guarded in his previous life, with a mere 500,000 troops, he severely damaged King Lingxi, King Yuan, and King Heng with three million heavy soldiers.

I don't know how I got here, but since I'm here, I can't leave so easily.

"Smack!" I don't know why, my head sank hard, and my face still had a burning feeling. The next moment, as if falling into an abyss, the almost heart-rending scream of "Ah ......" came from the heart.

Eyes open, familiar ceiling, familiar room. Of course, I don't know why there is a familiar woman, a woman who makes him familiar but sometimes annoying.

"What's the ghost called, really, you didn't wake up for a long time, and you are still dancing there dreaming of the Spring and Autumn Festival!"

"You, you, you ......" everything was completely clear at that moment, and the heavy feeling in the head, the disc in the woman's hand said it all.

The burning feeling on her face can show what a sinful thing this woman has done to her own fascinated face! However, all of this is settled, and it doesn't matter, the important thing is that what can be seen is completely ruined, ruined, ruined by this woman!

"Yi Ning, you bastard, you woman, you bastard Chenghuang official, Lao Tzu swears today, I idiom Fan and you are fucking incompatible!"

In an instant, there was a roar, like a crazy lion, and those eyes were full of roar, real roar, all killing intent, real killing intent.

As a city god official, Yi Ning is also the second soul suppression special department official among the soul suppression dao masters, and he was really startled by the idiom Fan's eyes.

Because, the roaring intent and killing intent revealed by these eyes are completely real, but there is no falsehood at all.

What frightened her even more was that if that anger and that killing intent were a little stronger, maybe Idiom Fan's little hand had already choked her neck.

Even if he didn't have it now, Yi Ning stared at those eyes full of anger and murderous intent, and his face was completely full of sadism one after another. What makes people even more concerned is that in this abusive atmosphere, there are bursts of gloomy atmosphere. If you put the Buddha, you can stiffen yourself, and your body can't move at all.

Right now, looking at the idiom Fan who sat up, his eyes were staring at himself without blinking, his neck could already feel as if he was strangled by something, and his throat was a little dry and unbearable.

Angry, really angry. Angry, really angry. Yi Ning can completely feel that this time Idiom Fan's anger, this time Idiom Fan's anger is not so simple. and completely emanating to the soul. But Yining just couldn't imagine what he had done wrong to provoke this guy to be so serious.

Could it be a slap on the face and a round plate on the door of the head? However, with Yining's understanding of Idiom Fan, this alone will not make Idiom Fan so angry, and this anger is revealed

"Why are you here!"

The voice was surprisingly cold, and it was so cold that it chilled the bones. And this chilling feeling comes from the depths of the soul.

"I ...... I, I don't see you're up yet...... So ......."

"So you gave me a plate and a slap in the face, right?" Idiom Fan quickly picked up the conversation, "Hmph, this plate and this slap are really comfortable!" Although there was a little banter in the words, there was no banter in the voice.

More often than not, anger comes from the depths of the soul. That's right, it's anger from the depths of the soul. How did this City God know that just as Chengyu Fan wanted to know about the Seven Kings Rebellion, he was even prepared to skip class.

Unexpectedly, I was woken up by this woman with a plate and a slap. If it is just a plate or a slap, the idiom Fan is too lazy to compete with women. Because, competing with others is undoubtedly the stupidest behavior in the world.

Because, women have a natural self, no matter what black and shady things, they can tell you to be white. Therefore, there is no way to reason with a woman. But today, it's very different. Today, this film plus a slap has touched the bottom line of Idiom Fan, and it is the deepest and deepest bottom line.

"Now," the idiom continued, without giving Yi Ning any "respite", "either you get out of the house yourself, or I'll send you out!"

At this moment, the idiom Fan didn't dare to say that the other party was a city god or a special official of the soul suppression department.

"Just you?"

Actually let her get out?

Yining, a dignified city god official, is also a special official of the soul suppression department, and was asked to let idiom Fan be called out to get out, and the face on this face is very unbearable.

"Then it depends on whether you have the ability to do it!"

"Very good, very good," Cheng Yufan thought silently in his heart, "Although I am not 100% sure that you will get out of this place now, there is one thing that can make you get out of this place completely." If Idiom Fan is willing, Idiom Fan can also make Yining, a stinky woman, never enter this villa.

In the past, the idiom Fan definitely didn't have this ability, but now, this ability is leveraged.

I don't know what Idiom Fan is going to do, but I just saw that Idiom Fan picked up a very weird little stove from the pillow, a small incense burner to be exact. Although King Wuwen once confessed, this small incense burner was his royal seal. And Wang Xi generally won't use it until the last moment.

But today, the anger of this idiom Fan has rushed into his mind. almost burned the idiom Fan's calmness to the ground. If it weren't for Idiom Fan's usual strong self-restraint, I'm afraid Idiom Fan wouldn't know what she would do to Yining now.

"I'll ask you one last time," Cheng Yufan asked one last time in line with the principle of politeness, "Do you get out of here yourself or will I let you get out of it myself!"

This last inquiry also completely annoyed Yining. Although Yi Ning knew that Fan was now at the ninth layer of the Yuqing Realm, and he was faintly already at the stage of three, four, or even five or nine days. But it's only at this stage, and there is no complete and absolute certainty that she, the female city god, will get out. It's anyone's guess who will let the hell go.

"Fuck off, okay, if you have the ability, you can let me get out of here. "It's come to this juncture, Yining wants to see how this idiom Fan told her to get out.

"Okay then," Cheng Fan shrugged, "Since you don't want to go by yourself, then I'll ......" At this time, the doorbell of "Ding Dong Ding Dong" actually remembered. And the strange little incense burner that had just been slightly detached from the palm of Fan's hand slowly fell on the palm of his hand.

"I can only say, you're lucky!" Idiom Fan covered his left hand, and the small incense burner that was still in the palm of Idiom Fan's hand disappeared without a trace like magic.

"Hmph, who is lucky doesn't know!" Although these words were a bit reckless, but at the moment when the small incense burner broke away from the palm of Idiom Fan's hand, Yi Ning already felt the powerful power from Idiom Fan's body, to be precise, from the depths of Idiom Fan's soul like a floodgate opening flood, surging and coming.

If it weren't for the sudden doorbell, maybe she would have ...... by now

Looking at Idiom Fan who walked out of the bedroom, for some reason, Yining, who was holding her body, was already weak for a while, and sat directly at the head of Idiom Fan's bed. "Then, what kind of power is that?" Yi Ning, who was stunned, was already a mystery rising in his heart.

Obviously, although that strong force almost overwhelmed her, and that power came from the depths of Idiom Fan's soul, there was one thing that Yi Ning knew very well that this power definitely did not belong to Idiom Fan.

However, it also seems a bit inaccurate to say this. To be precise, this power does not belong to Idiom Fan, but this power is under the orders of Idiom Fan! I haven't seen this guy for a long time, what kind of thing has this guy encountered, and what kind of opportunity he has.

Now, he can't imagine what kind of opportunity there is to allow Idiom Fan to control such a powerful force. Moreover, although it feels a little rusty to control this powerful force, there is no danger of being counterattacked at all.

"This kid, it's getting weirder and weirder!" However, the voice also changed immediately, "Just now, when Idiom Fan was dreaming, what Seven Kings were talking about in his mouth......" Faintly, Yining seemed to feel that Idiom Fan's anger must have something to do with the Seven Kings.

But what are these seven kings?