Wen Qian was stopped by him, because she didn't know where Feng Qingning had gotten these fifty merits.

It is true that her fiancé is the main god of the demon god, but she has always told herself that they are gentlemen's friends, and except for the needs of food, Feng Qingning has never asked the main god for anything.

"This ......" Wen Qian hesitated, and didn't know how to answer.

"Heh, you can't tell, can you? If you can't say it, you steal. ”

Ma Yiheng turned to the deacon and said in a low voice: "Deacon, you must deal with these three people immediately, otherwise today's incident will cause irreversible damage to the reputation of the demon god!" ”

The trading house is in the demon god, which is a derivative place, and even the main god doesn't bother to care.

If the Lord God knew that because of a dispensable place, the reputation damage caused to the demon god, he would definitely ban the trading house!

The deacon originally just wanted to find someone to repent of his sins, but after thinking of this, he suddenly closed his notebook, and suddenly there was a lot of anger around him.

"Pull them to the apse and destroy the spiritual roots!"

Ma Yi hooked his lips and sneered.

If the most important thing for ordinary people is life, then for immortal cultivators, the most important thing is the spiritual root.

It is the medium through which they perceive another world, and if they lose their spiritual roots, everything they have come into contact with will be forgotten.

The senses will also deteriorate, and in the worst case, there is a high probability that you will lose part of your soul and become an idiot!

Wen Qian sat on the ground in fright, tears blindly fell to the ground, and smashed a few damp marks.

"Xiao Qingning, don't be reckless for a while, do what I say, and I will definitely be able to keep you out safely."

Wen Qian wiped away her tears and slowly got up under the gaze of the two, her back resolute and resolute, "Don't you want to know who stole the merit?" It's me! I opened the door too! It has nothing to do with the two of them, you let them go! ”

Yin Yue, who had been pretending to be stupid, was stunned, looked at Feng Qingning incredulously, and said the first sentence when she entered the third hall, "Am I being protected?" ”

"Well, it's still girlfriend MAX." Feng Qingning nodded, with an expression that was actually shocked, but I was used to it.

"Damn, I need her as a human to protect me?" Yinyue was stunned again, even more incredulous.

Just as the disciple was about to make a move, Yinyue suddenly got up and violently broke free of the restraints, her eyes fierce.

"You, deacon of the Third Hall, do you know that only the immortal book is qualified to destroy the spiritual root of an immortal cultivator, and a small steward of the eighth order of immortal cultivation is really opened by your family when the demon god is opened?"

Ma Yiheng listened to it, Yinyue's resistance at this time was undoubtedly adding fuel to the fire, everyone knew that the deacon of the three halls had the best face, and anyone who made him lose face, he would rather kill the wrong person than let it go.

"Listen to your tone, can you still open the demon god's house? Hahaha..."

The deacon's face was dark, he pointed to the silver moon, and his voice was even more majestic, "Throw him to the Heavenly Thunder Realm!" ”

When Wen Qian heard these three words, she was so frightened that she took a few steps back and almost fell.

The Heavenly Thunder Realm is the hell of immortal cultivators, even if the immortals enter, they will take half a life, and with Yinyue's qualifications, he will definitely die.

Just when Wen Qian was still worried about Yinyue, a big hand grabbed her.

As if the rare warmth in the cold land instantly dispelled all her panic, Wen Qian slowly raised her head and found a pair of fox eyes staring at her closely.

Heart, hovering for half a second.

"Little human, you have a good eye on this seat. I'm not the kind of man who needs a woman's protection! ”