Chapter 655: The Fairy with a Painted Heart (Page 1/1)

Jiang Mianwang's eyes were gloomy, and his face was quite unsightly, and he had already realized that it was a little difficult to stop the young man in front of him.

Xi Qianye glanced coldly at King Jiang Mian and Xiao Changyu, but turned into a cloud of ghost light and prepared to break out of Cloud Desolate Hunter City.

"Don't want to leave. ”

King Jiang Mian naturally would not let Xi Qianye leave easily, and tried to keep him with all his might.

If such a strange person is let go, there will be endless troubles in the future.

It's just that King Jiang Mian just stopped in front of Xi Qianye, and a ball of colored light suddenly fell from the sky, hitting King Jiang Mian's body, and knocked King Jiang Mian upside down and flew out.

What the!

Everyone looked at the sky in disbelief, someone was able to knock King Jiang Mian away.

The sudden appearance of that colored light caught the monks of the entire Cloud Desolation Hunter City by surprise.

But it was obvious that the owner of that group of colored light was quite powerful, perhaps even more powerful than King Jiang Mian.

King Jiang Mian is already a half-emperor, he can be called a real giant on the mainland, and he can be stronger than King Jiang Mian, so who is it?

Everyone's eyes subconsciously looked at the sky, looking in the direction where the colorful light flew from, even Xi Qianye was no exception, squinting slightly, for some reason there was a familiar aura.

"King Jiang Mian, you are so bold, you dare to be rude to His Royal Highness. ”

A faint female voice sounded from the sky, and then a cloud flew from the sky, the cloud was beautiful, with all kinds of illusory and beautiful scenes, as if inlaid in the sky like a beautiful picture.

An elegant and moving figure walked out of the cloud painting, like a fairy from ancient mythology, even if it was too far away to see the face, he could feel a thrilling beauty. There is no reason for that kind of beauty and amazement.

"Fairy with a Painted Heart!"

"That's the legendary Fairy with a Painted Heart, and I was lucky to be able to see her with my own eyes. ”

It is said that there are only a handful of people in our Heavenly Machines Holy City who can be on the list of young emperors, and the Fairy with a Painted Heart is one of them. ”

......

When someone recognized the identity of that figure, the entire Cloud Desolation Hunter City instantly boiled.

The Painted Heart Fairy is a legendary existence in the Heavenly Machine Holy City, and there are not many monks in the entire Heavenly Machine Holy City who admire and admire her.

Not only because the Painted Heart Fairy has a peerless beauty, but more importantly, her talent is also unparalleled in the world, less than two hundred years old, she has already ascended the list of young emperors, and has become the small group of people who really call for wind and rain on the Nanban Continent.

A group of monks in the Sword Emperor Palace were also amazed in their eyes.

"It's an honor to have the honor to meet the Fairy of the Painted Heart. Zhang Xunyi sighed. Although they are also young Tianjiao in the Heavenly Machine Holy City, they are not comparable to the Painted Heart Fairy at all. After all, they are just geniuses and the Heart Fairy has become a real powerhouse, and in their Sword Emperor Palace, except for the mysterious Emperor Realm Ancestor, the other elders may not be able to suppress the Heart Fairy.

Xiang Qianxun also clenched his fists tightly, looking at the sky with his eyes, with admiration, yearning, and fierce fighting spirit in his eyes.

The dream of all young monks in the mainland.

Once you set foot on the Young Emperor List, it means that you have become a real cloud-shaking existence on the mainland.

The beautiful figure walked out of the clouds, as if coming from a painting, and only a few steps came to the sky above the Cloud Desolation Hunter City.

It was a young woman of great beauty, without a single defect on her body, and in line with everyone's aesthetics.

"The fairy of the painting heart is here, and the old decay is far away, ashamed and ashamed. ”

Jiang Mian Wang flew into the sky, bowed slightly, and was shocked by the blow of the Painted Heart Fairy before, but there was no anger on his face, but he was extremely respectful.

"King Jiang Mian, do you know that you almost made a big mistake, and you still don't make amends to Your Highness. The Painted Heart Fairy said with a cold face.

King Jiang Mian was stunned when he heard this, and he was a little confused, but when he saw the eyes of the Fairy of the Painting Heart looking at Nie Renxiong, he quickly reacted, and a bad feeling suddenly rose in his heart.

Your Highness?

What do you mean!

Seeing that King Jiang Mian's eyes were shocked, his lips trembled slightly, and no sound came out, obviously transmitting a message to King Jiang Mian.

King Jiang Mian's body trembled, his eyes were full of shock, and his eyes subconsciously looked at Xi Qianye, his eyes were full of disbelief.

Nie Renxiong, the crown prince of the Zixiao Dynasty?

It could be him!

How can it be!

King Jiang Mian never dreamed that the young man in front of him would be Prince Zixiao.

After all, Prince Zixiao's identity is so noble, how could he casually appear in Cloud Desolation Hunter City.

And although his four deputy regiment commanders are arrogant and domineering, they are not stupid people, and people with amazing backgrounds will definitely not move.

Since he decided to rob this person, he must have found out the identity and background of this person, and he will only do it without worries.

Damn it!

King Jiang Mian secretly scolded in his heart, fortunately, he didn't kill Nie Renxiong, otherwise if he really killed Nie Renxiong, it would really be a catastrophe, not to mention his flame wolf hunting group, I am afraid that the dry door behind him will not be able to be saved.

"It turned out that His Highness was here in person, and it was a misunderstanding, a real misunderstanding. The old decay is indiscriminate, there is a mistake, there is a mistake in the old decay. ”

King Jiang Mian turned around and bowed to Xi Qianye to make amends, there was no shelf for the existence of the emperor at all, and he kept making a smile with his smiling face.

In this situation, the monks of the entire Cloud Desolation Hunter City were stunned and dumbfounded.

This...... The reversal is too big, isn't it?

The unbeatable half-emperor powerhouse actually respectfully apologized to the young man.

What a situation!

What the hell is going on!

Naturally, others didn't know the bitterness in King Jiang Mian's heart.

His bowels are green now, that is, his four dog-legged deputy captains are dead, and if they are still alive, he can't wait to slap those four bastards to death. Although the Zixiao Dynasty has three major princes, each with noble status, the one who can't be provoked the most is Nie Renxiong.

Because Emperor Nie Tian only has an only son, Nie Renxiong, and his mother is the daughter of the previous sect master of Shangyuan Sect, all the favors of the maternal and paternal lines are all in one. Although Nie Renxiong is just a waste material, in terms of the value of his identity, the other two princes of the Zixiao Dynasty are far from being comparable.

Wrong!

How could Nie Renxiong be just a waste material!

King Jiang Mian suddenly realized that something was wrong, a peerless pervert he couldn't kill, how could it be said that it was a waste material?

The rumors really can't be believed, in terms of ability, Prince Nie is afraid that he is not under the other two Zixiao princes at all.

Xi Qianye looked coldly at the Painted Heart Fairy in the sky, carrying his hands behind his back, the corners of his lips turned up, and the color of play in his eyes was very heavy.

Who knows that the person who killed Nie Renxiong was none other than the fairy in front of him.

Seeing Nie Renxiong suddenly appear in Cloud Desolation Hunter City, this Painted Heart Fairy was probably also shocked.

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