"We are in charge of the affairs of the cold palace, and the princess is in charge. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 info" Qin Molin continued to speak facelessly, and by the way, he ordered the black-clothed people who were consciously standing behind him:

"The will of the princess in the future will be my will. ”

"Yes!" replied neatly, crisply.

When did she agree to be his princess?

Feng Xingying didn't want to dwell with him about this problem that he couldn't figure out for three days and three nights. It's important to solve the problem at hand.

Feng Xingying's face was still stiff, and he ordered: "Whoever captures the prisoner, bring it back by himself." Could it be that the people caught in the Leng Wangfu still have to be punished by other people's faces?"

Domineering!

Like King Leng

Qin Yi and the others immediately made a move, and brought Sun Changsheng, Sun Zhi and the others back one by one, and threw them in front of Feng Xingying like chickens.

Sun Changsheng wilted now.

He can eat a few princes who don't dare to do anything to him, but the only one who doesn't dare to eat is His Royal Highness King Leng!

Nangong Mu felt that the old face was hot, if he didn't speak, the Sun family would have nothing to do with him.

But he had already opened his mouth just now, and he represented his position.

He is a high-ranking spirit king, an old antique who has lived for hundreds of years and has the best face.

Just slapped in the face on the spot?

And his poor granddaughter, who secretly wiped her tears.

This star shadow is simply a demon!

Nangong Mu snorted coldly: "Girl, don't be too desperate." This is still the Great Calendar Country. ”

Feng Xingying sneered, raised his eyebrows, and looked at Nangong Mu mockingly: "Do you also know that this is the Great Calendar Kingdom?"

You, an outsider who is ready to commit treason to Tianyu, what qualifications do you have to take care of the family affairs of my Dali Kingdom?"

"Bastard!" was broken by Feng Xingying in public, how could Nangong Mu endure it any longer?

His shot was like lightning, and the overwhelming spiritual power formed a long green vine, which was fiercely pumped towards Feng Xingying.

Feng Xingying didn't make a move, just stood quietly with a mocking smile on his face.

It's a good concentration.

After Nangong Mu made a move, he regretted it a little.

Regret?

It's late!

I saw Qin Molin stretch out his hand, pull the long vine one by one, and then throw it out casually.

Lord Nangong Mutangtang Spirit King, in his hands, was like a dog that was dragged on a leash, and was thrown out in embarrassment.

Qin Molin seemed to be an easy loss, but in fact, he was really moved.

After Nangong Mu flew away, a mouthful of blood spurted out of his heart, and he almost fainted.

Nangong Yulian ran to help him up in a panic, and Nangong Mu's eyes were full of resentment:

"You're so ruthless, you actually broke the old man's spiritual power, you ......"

Another mouthful of blood spurted out.

If it weren't for the support of spiritual power, this old thing would probably vomit blood enough for him to die.

"If you don't want to die, get out. Qin Molin glanced at him strongly.

Nangong Mu suddenly felt decadent, and he was much older.

Today's young people are growing up too fast!

He thought that Qin Molin had finally reached the Spirit King realm like him after hard cultivation.

And the brutal truth is.

Qin Molin had already thrown him away, and he could easily kill him in one move.

has already reached this point, Nangong Mu wants to rely on the old and sell the old, it is impossible, so he can only let Nangong Yulian help him and leave lonely.

But he didn't know. After his Spirit King realm was broken, what awaited him would be an even more cruel future.

……

Seeing that Nangong Mu was useless, General Sun Changsheng was a little panicked, and begged without words:

"King Leng spares his life, and the princess spares his life. I'm blinded by lard, and I'm also confused for a while, it's a misunderstanding, it's really a misunderstanding. ”

"Misunderstanding?" Feng Xingying sneered, took out a silver needle casually, and stuck it in Sun Changsheng's neck.