Qiu Nanfeng held Qiu Mosheng in his arms, his face gloomy.

"Jiang Chuan's yin soul Jiang Ying is really hidden deep enough. Countless people want to solve your trouble. You are willing to take the initiative to show up, and you really give me face. ”

Jiang Ying on the throne chuckled, and Qiu Nanfeng, who was looking at the men's clothes, smiled a little coldly.

"I'm going to give Fengxian face."

"Huh, huh? What a big face! If Qiu Nanfeng hadn't held Qiu Mosheng in his arms, he would have really wanted to beat Jiang Ying at this time.

The rumored Bloodthirsty Ghost King, once a hundred years ago, a disciple of Chang'an fell for the Ghost King's Soul Eater.

Today, she made her apprentice angry.

Fortunately, it's not a Lifestealer.

Jiang Ying, it's really a scourge.

She took a deep breath, suppressing her resentment and anger.

"Jiang Ying, what you owe will be repaid after all. Autumn dust is there! ”

"Also? Fengxian, if you want to say that you should understand it well, this king has returned your apprentice to you. You trespassed into the king's dungeon, what do you want to pay? Don't tell the king, you want to leave? ”

The cold killing intent spread in the main hall of the underground palace.

The ghouls and ghost cultivators around them gathered densely.

She suddenly realized that from the very beginning of entering the dungeon to the appearance of two ghost cultivators, everything was set up for her.

Jiang Ying calculated everything.

As those two ghost cultivators said, Qiu Chen would take the initiative to appear here, or even be captured.

Everything was expected by him.

Even the guidance and tips of the stone monster may have been instructed by Jiang Ying.

His purpose was for her, the head of Zhong Nanxue, to personally watch his own apprentices being seriously injured and watching his disciples being captured by ghosts.

Looking at everything, powerless to change.

He's still so confident.

The person in his arms gradually regained his senses, and when he woke up, he saw that it was the master's arms, and Qiu Mosheng's face flew over with a touch of redness, and he quickly came to his senses.

Trying to jump into the arms of Qiu Nanfeng.

Qiu Nanfeng didn't give it a chance.

"Don't move."

At this time, Qiu Nanfeng was unusually gentle, with a shallow smile on the corner of her mouth.

That kind of smile seems to have seen through everything a long time ago, with a bit of mockery and indifference.

It was the first time Qiu Mosheng had seen this kind of smiling master.

Momentary unease.

He's in trouble...

Obediently stayed in her arms and bowed her head silently.

Master.... The apprentice is a man.... How can you let the master hold it all the time....

Even a small muttering sound was heard by Qiu Nanfeng.

She looked down at Qiu Mosheng, who had half of his face covered in birthmarks in her arms, and her wide sleeves covered half of his face.

This black lotus can't be seen from the outside.

This subtle action was originally a deep love for calves, but it changed in Qiu Mosheng's eyes.

Because the master frowned indifferently and did not smile.

His face ....

Subconsciously, Qiu Mosheng touched half of his face, and the half of his face that was burned by the ghost qi was miserable.

But you can feel the edges and corners.

It's not like it's hurt.

Master.... Are you disgusted with him for being ugly?

His face is ruined?

Master.....

You care so much about your looks?

He vaguely remembered that he had been in the cave of Fujiro Peak when he was a child, and he didn't come out until he was eight years old.

When he was young, he couldn't get out of Tengluo Peak, so he could only stay in the cave, and the Qinghu Daxian was very strict with discipline and never let him take half a step.

There is a creek inside the cave.

When he was playing by the stream, he saw a black birthmark on half of his face.

He asked the Green Fox Immortal what it was.

Daxian told him that he had a birthmark since he was born in his mother's womb.

He asked if he could get rid of it, and the great immortal said, the mark of fate, with fate.

Every year, every year, he sees how this imprint changes.

I don't know why, the longer he gets, the more the mark fades.

Until the age of eight, the birthmark on the face disappeared.

The Green Fox Great Immortal told him that he should not tell anyone else about this mark.

Naturally, he didn't say anything.

He had never understood why the master had locked him in the cave and practiced with the Great Immortals.

And never looked at him.

Only on Chinese New Year's Eve every year will I see him.

That side is so short-lived.

He asked the Blue Fox Immortal why Master didn't come to see him.

Daxian said, your master is the sect leader of a sect, and he has to manage the trivial affairs of the sect, so he has no time to take care of you.

He later asked, do you manage it every day? Didn't stop for a quarter of an hour? Can't he go to see Master?

Daxian said, if you can't cultivate with peace of mind, you can go out. If she sees you happy, you can go out.

When he was eight years old, he was very happy.

I remember it to this day.

But now, he realized that the master was busy as an excuse.

Master's unhappiness is an excuse.

After so many years, he thought that the birthmark was gone, and his appearance was high, and the master would be happy.

In fact, Master was indeed quite happy.

But now that the birthmark has come out, Master is no longer smiling.

Sure enough, the master cares about appearance.

That's right, one of the ideas that Master has been instilling in him over the years is that she likes to see flowers bloom, beautiful things, and people with high faces.

Like....

Master said that she is a layman, greedy for money, good sex, lazy all her life, and will follow fate for all eternity.

Qiu Mosheng's heart is complicated.

Even in the arms of the master, he felt as if he was in an alchemy furnace.

The fire was scorching and tormenting, and he couldn't stay for a quarter of an hour.

It looks like it's going to explode.

As for the later words, Qiu Mosheng didn't listen to a word.

In Qiu Nanfeng's arms, he always bowed his head silently.

Thinking that he was tired, Qiu Nanfeng didn't say anything.

In the face of a powerful opponent, if she is still able to compete with him alone, according to the rumored strength of the ghost king Jiang Ying, even if the master is here, she may not be an opponent.

This terrifying existence is not afraid of the Nine Heavens, and it is not afraid of Yama.

The Ten Palaces Yama, who is in charge of life and death in the world, was once overturned by the Ghost King.

I also heard that the ghost king Jiang Ying once sat in the Yama Palace, causing the anger of the gods in the heavenly realm, but there was nothing to be done.

In today's ghost world, the ten halls of Yama are all afraid of Jiang Ying.

Her little immortal, who had just ascended, hit a stone with an egg in front of Jiang Ying.

"Huh! How? Haven't you heard the king's words? ”

On the throne a hundred meters away, Jiang Ying's body was surrounded by countless ghost fires, reflecting Jiang Ying, and the ghost energy overflowed unlimitedly.

The hall was black and pressing.

Qiu Nanfeng forcibly calmed down, this time he really hit the south wall.

"Jiang Ying, you have no intention of killing me, so why bother to say more. If you kill me with sincerity, you will not spare the life of my disciples. Thank you for today, farewell. ”

"Wait! This king can give you a choice. Jiang Ying on the throne chuckled, expecting Qiu Nanfeng's choice, but he still said it deliberately.

Even if Qiuchen is no longer in this underground palace.

"Heh, you want to ask me Qiuchen and my apprentice, which one do I choose?"

The cunning Jiang Ying, not to mention arresting people, but also humiliating her.

And the next set.

"Oh, it's as if I chose another one, and I'll get my wish. I received the kindness, see you later. ”

After that, Qiu Nanfeng hugged Qiu Mosheng all the way to kill the ghouls, the door of the underground palace was open all the way, and Qiu Nanfeng left easily.

When Qiu Nanfeng left, Yan Luo, who was serving on the side of the underground palace, couldn't help but be puzzled.

"Lord Ghost King, why didn't you kill them?"

"Wouldn't it be nice to let the tiger return to the mountain, seek skin with the tiger, and sit on the mountain to watch the tiger fight."