Chapter 182: A Resentful Woman
Xuan Yuyin clenched his fists tightly, looking at the fierce light in his eyes as he looked at the dream, eager to devour the dream alive.
She is not convinced, she is not convinced.
Nightmare is nothing but a waste, where can she compare to her?
She is the eldest lady of the Xuanwang Mansion, a genius of Xuanli, and an apprentice of the great master.
Such a glamorous identity, but today he lost to Dream Shock!
She's angry, she's resentful, she wants to kill.
Xuan Yuyin was full of hatred, his face was hideous, and he opened his mouth to shout, but was stopped by King Xuan's warning gaze.
"Look at what you look like now?" King Xuan lowered his voice and said coldly: "It's just a deep resentful woman!" ”
His daughter has always been excellent, and she is known as a goddess by the people of the Northern Night Kingdom.
Now, this noble 'goddess' seems to be crazy, clinging to her dreams.
The current situation is very unfavorable to them, and it will not be good to be entangled any longer, so it is better to endure it first, and then kill Dream Horror when the Seven Seas are hunting.
When the time comes, wouldn't it be more enjoyable to let the dream sink to the bottom of the sea and become the food of the kraken?
Xuan Yuyin was stunned, a deep resentful woman?
She actually ...... Has it become like this?
She knows that she is not good now, but she just can't control herself.
Every time she sees a dream, she wants her to die!
Only when she dies and only if she is ruined, will the Master give up on her and be good to herself wholeheartedly.
Xuan Yuyin raised her head and looked at the people around her, those people looked at her with no surprise in the past, and some were just ...... Surprised.
"It turns out that the apprentice of the great master is such a person." Someone whispered.
"Tut-tut, I used to think she looked like a goddess, but now, she's a resentful woman." Someone was whispering a mocker.
"This is her true temperament, the previous nobility is probably pretended." There is a very unceremonious speculation.
Xuan Yuyin listened to these words, her brain was dizzy, her image was ruined today!
She stared at the dream fiercely, it was all this woman, and she was all harmed.
Without her, we wouldn't be where we are today.
Xuan Yuyin may have forgotten that if they hadn't calculated the dream first, there would be no today.
It's a pity that Xuan Yuyin has lost her mind, and now she counts all the faults on the head of the dream.
She glared at Dream Shock, and used a spell to transmit the sound to Dream Shock: Slut, don't be complacent, one day, I, Xuan Yuyin, will destroy you with my own hands!
Meng raised her eyebrows, quietly gathered the soul power of the Seven Pills, and punctured Xuan Yuyin's transmission note, and Xuan Yuyin's words of warning her instantly spread all around.
"Slut, don't be complacent, one day, I, Xuan Yuyin, will destroy you with my own hands!"
The people present were stunned, and then exclaimed: "It's so rude that a dignified lady even scolded such a slut." ”
"And warn people that this is an unsuccessful plot to rob other people's property, and they want to make it bad?"
"It's disgusting, it turns out that Xuan Yuyin is such a person!"
The onlookers scolded one after another, Xuan Yuyin had ever suffered such a grievance, and his eyes were red with anger.
"Father." She choked up and said, she didn't understand since then, how could the words she had privately passed to Dream Jinglan suddenly burst out?
King Xuan had a headache, threw down a mortgage paperwork, and flew away with Xuan Yuyin.
The fox manager picked up the mortgage documents on the ground, smiled and squinted a pair of fox eyes, now it's okay, the two mortgage documents are in hand, and the property of the Soul King's Mansion is preserved.
Dream Jinglan did not smile, but stared at the direction where Xuan Yuyin's father and daughter were far away, reminding herself: This father and daughter will definitely not give up, she must become stronger in order to keep the Soul King Mansion and save herself.