Nangong Xiang lured Elder Nanfeng and obtained the key to the Cloud Gate, which turned out to be a fake. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info This person has lived on the border for a long time, and he has not dealt with the demon king deeply, and he really underestimates the other party's catties.

In addition, the key, which was refined by Tong Buxian with a dragon tooth mirror, was originally operated by Nanfeng, and if the key was destroyed and faked, he was probably the only one in the world who could distinguish the authenticity. With his cooperation, why not deceive Nangong Xiang?

Huo Ling'er inserted the Demon King's short sword in his head, and the brainwave transmission connected to Nangong Xiang was blocked, and he gradually regained his self-consciousness.

Although Jiang Nanjun knew that he, like other wolf soldiers, had also given Nangong Xiang control, he didn't know exactly how, so he couldn't detect the changes he was taking place in time.

Seeing that he was so depressed and that his life was not long, his pity for him overshadowed his hatred, and he wanted him to die clearly, so he continued to explain: "Nangong Xiang is self-assured and smart, but the result is that he is smart but is mistaken by cleverness. With Yu Feng's ability, if he hadn't voluntarily handed over the key, I don't think he would have the ability to move the Demon King. Nangong Xiang didn't think about it well, even if it was a desperate situation like the Phantom Mirror Labyrinth, Yu Feng could find a way to escape, and he could finally save the little flea, this key was kept in his brain for a long time, how could he do nothing, just wait for the enemy to rob him? No matter how bad Nanfeng was, he would eventually have the affection of father and son, and because of this, he did the only good thing in his life. When I say that, you should have no more doubts. ”

Hearing this, Huo Ling'er raised his face with great effort, and just as he met Jiang Nanjun looking down at him, a tear fell from his eyes and hit his dark face.

Huo Bell wiped the tear with her hand and spread it out in front of her eyes. But the temperature of the fire blood was too high, and the tears were stained on the fingertips and quickly evaporated.

"Elder Nanfeng, who has cooperated with me for thousands of years, I only say that he is a beast without human nature, but he still has relatives and family affection. But what about me? What do I have? When I die, will there be people who will miss me and weep for me?"

"What?" Jiang Nanjun chuckled in his heart, pity and disdain were instantly replaced by shock, and he didn't know how to feel about his question.

Jiang Nanjun's expression changed, Huo Ling'er saw it all in his eyes, knowing that he was speechless, he laughed stupidly, pointed to the fairyland forest not far from him, and said: "I was transformed from a wisp of Yuan Shen in the Ximu Spirit Bead, and came to the world with good intentions, but because I was abandoned, I went astray. I had a dream for a thousand years to take revenge, and in order to realize this dream, I killed many people. Now this dream is one step away from me, but it is like a thousand rivers and mountains, and I will never want to go past. What is the meaning of my life?"

For thousands of years, even if Huo Ling'er was a primordial god and a ghost, he had done countless bad things by manipulating behind the scenes, even if he was killing the Son of Heaven, he was also victimized by him. Jiang Nanjun's hatred for him can never be eliminated, but he did evil for a reason, and the facts cannot be ignored, so the contradictions in his heart at this moment are entangled in his headache.

This unbearable headache, which has not recurred for a long time, is now menacing. Suddenly, he was no longer contradictory, and a voice was yelling at him: "Evil is evil, there is no excuse at all! Jiang Nan Zimo, what are you waiting for? Quickly pull out that short sword and let him die!"

Forced by the voice, his slightly red eyes revealed confusion, but the corners of his mouth were smirked, and his hand stretched forward, and he was about to pull out the demon king's short sword inserted in the top of Huo Ling'er's head.

But at this moment, Huo Ling'er suddenly broke out into a miserable scream, the cry was so terrible, Jiang Nanjun was very close to him, and he suddenly woke up from the chaos, his heart twitched, and he saw that his hand had touched the hilt of the sword, and quickly retracted.