Chapter 133: The Land of Miracles and Phantoms 2

"You said you met a little bit in the Land of Miracles and Phantoms?" The expression on Zili's charming face froze, the cinnabar mole on her forehead was delicate, her eyes rolled back and forth, and she asked, "Then have you told Xiao Budian that she is actually in the land of miracles?" ”

Emperor Shakti shook his head, looked at him in a daze, and asked, "This monarch wants to go out!" ”

Zili couldn't help but look at him, shook her head and spread her hands and said: "This is inside the small space bracelet, the little one didn't let you out, if you forcibly break it, it will make the little one be counterattacked!" So??" Zili blinked her eyes and looked at him with a look that you know.

After hearing this, a strange smile suddenly appeared on Emperor Shakti's face, his red lips hooked, and he said, "This monarch has his own way!" ”

-- Split --

"Young master! Are you back? As soon as the people of the Han family saw Han Ziye, they immediately greeted him.

Song Yanqing and Song Zifeng also walked over from the side, looked at Feng Beiyue and Han Ziye and asked, "How is it, what have you found?" ”

Feng Beiyue took the lead and said: "The two strong men fought, and they left after we went!" Feng Beiyue directly omitted the part of knowing Emperor Shakti, and then asked, "On your side, what happened?" ”

Song Zifeng frowned fiercely, looked at the two of them and said: "On the way back, we saved a person, someone you absolutely didn't expect!" ”

"Who?" Feng Beiyue stared.

"Night Emperor!" Song Zifeng looked at Feng Beiyue meaningfully and spoke.

Sure enough, seeing Feng Beiyue's immature face that had not yet grown, suddenly froze, a touch of deep meaning flashed, and there was a faint trace of disgust, and then he spoke: "Why did he appear here alone?" ”

At this time, Song Yanqing, who was standing aside, said indignantly: "We almost didn't recognize him when we saw him, if it weren't for my sister's face, I wouldn't have saved him!" ”

Feng Beiyue was displeased, lifted her eyelids, and asked, "Why my face?" ”

"Isn't he my sister's fiancΓ©?" Song Yanqing spat out, and then ushered in Feng Beiyue's angry fist, the handsome face that was perfect just now, and a black purple appeared in the corner of his eyes in an instant.

Feng Beiyue gritted her teeth and shouted: "If you can't speak, don't speak!" Can I fancy that grandson, sister? ”

Everyone was stunned, looking at Feng Beiyue's eyes that had undergone a qualitative change, this Miss Feng San was really tough!

A young man wearing the clothes of the Song family in the distance rushed over, saluted Song Zifeng and Song Yanqing, and said, "Young master, second son, the seventh prince is awake!" ”

"Oh?" Song Zifeng was stunned for a moment, and then said: "Lead the way ahead!" ”

Song Zifeng turned around and motioned for the three of them to follow, and the three of them nodded in unison and strode to follow.

Song Zifeng opened the tent and entered first, at this time, the Night Emperor Star was still lying on the bed, it was difficult to move, and the whole person was almost mummified, and when he saw everyone coming in, he even saw Feng Beiyue, and his expression was unnatural.

"Lord Wang, do you feel better now?" Song Zifeng saluted and asked, no one was standing behind him saluting, Feng Beiyue was disdainful, Song Yan was reluctant, and Han Ziye was even more disgusted with these complicated festivals, so he naturally didn't salute, but at this time, the Night Emperor Xing, who was lying on the bed, naturally didn't pay attention to these details.

Night Emperor Star tried to get up, but fell back again, grinning in pain, but he didn't exhale in pain, and said very politely: "Thank you Song Gongzi for saving me, Emperor Xing is grateful!" ”

"The Seventh Lord is polite!" Song Zifeng waved his hand and said.

Feng Beiyue happily watched him suffer, raised her eyebrows, and asked with a smile on her face, "What did you encounter?" It's like fleeing! ”

The Night Emperor looked at her deeply and smiled bitterly: "It's really a escape!" ”