The elegant voice was tepid and slowly came into everyone's ears.

The light blue figure walked slowly, and the natural noble aura spread around the body, radiant!

Childe is like jade, unparalleled in the world!

The perfect face, flawless contour, and delicate facial features are as if they were carefully carved by God, and they are so beautiful that people can't take their eyes off them!

The grace of his gestures and his calmness, as if time had slowed down with his movements.

The royal king is domineering, even if he is pale and looks weak, he is still strong!

Seeing the people coming, the Phoenix Emperor who was sitting on the dragon chair immediately jumped up.

"Quick, bring a chair here."

Feng Huang was extremely nervous, walked up to Feng Jinghong, and held him up, his face full of worry.

"Why are you here?" Feng Huang ignored everyone's surprised gaze and looked at Feng Jinghong worriedly.

His body seemed to have weakened a lot after the succubus-sama's retreat.

Yu Yan stood behind Feng Jinghong, and when he heard this, his face suddenly darkened.

When is he dead?

After all, he is a dignified alchemist standing here, how could he let his master have trouble?

"Your Majesty, I'm still alive." Yuyan replied with a gloomy face.

He's still alive!

Hearing the gloomy words, Emperor Feng coughed lightly and looked at Yu Yan.

"Of course, with Lord Yuyan here, I can rest assured, rest assured." It's strange to rest assured.

Jinghong didn't know what he wanted to do, obviously Yuyan was by his side, and he could heal him, but he refused.

Of course, he knew why.

Isn't it because of ......

All in all, Yuyan is powerful, but in the end, he will still listen to him.

"Your Majesty, Lord."

The guard hurriedly brought a chair and placed it behind Feng Jinghong, and then retreated with his head down.

Feng Jinghong didn't say anything, and when he saw the chair that was raised, he sat down.

When the people of the temple saw this, their faces darkened.

I have long heard that Emperor Feng dotes on this son, but I didn't expect to be so spoiled.

It's all up to heaven!

What else is there to say?

Holding it in your hand for fear of falling, holding it in your mouth for fear of melting, it's now.

Looking at Fenghuang's expression, he really doted on this son, and looked at a kind smile.

"Ahem!"

The temple man coughed heavily, then turned his head to look away.

They're still here, and it's not four!

Feng Jinghong looked at them, and the smile in his eyes was a little cold.

"You haven't answered my question yet." What their purpose is, it couldn't be clearer.

"Lord Wang, we just want to investigate clearly, and we don't want to do anything." One of them hugged his fists, his expression not polite at all, let alone respectful.

The corners of Feng Jinghong's mouth hooked an arc and lowered his eyes.

"Dark."

The afterimage flashed, and he walked in front of the man in an instant, and Xuan Dian walked behind the man and kicked it hard!

"Bang!"

The person who was originally standing arrogantly knelt straight down!

The earth shook, and the faint sound of bones shattering could be heard.

The man knelt on the ground, tears burst into his eyes, and his body curled up on the ground.

Pain!

"Nine Princes!" The rest of the temple hurriedly walked over and looked angrily at the emaciated Feng Jinghong.

"I don't like people standing and talking in front of me." Feng Jinghong's right thumb gently rubbed the side of his left index finger, and his tone did not change at all.

"If the prince doesn't like it, he can beat the people of our temple?" He's just a sick kid who can die at any moment!