Chapter 82: The Sudden Concubine Selection Banquet 1
Damn, in the early stage of foundation building, it is strong! Master Han Lash popularized the cultivation situation with her, and she roughly knew what kind of existence the black-clothed corpse in front of her was now.
These black-clothed people who were cleaned up by her have only just opened the light level, and the leader of the Phantom Guard, whom she has not yet met, died so quietly, she hasn't started yet, this gap, the chasm!
Some self-defeating kicks and kicks the stones under their feet, Nangong Yehua silently cleaned up their heads in front of the black-clothed men who were full of mountains, and let her mess up?
But the frustration is only for a while, she believes that with her talent and hard work, Xiu Wei will definitely be able to ride a rocket, whoosh ~ catch up with him!
There was no need to be entangled, staring at Nangong Yehua with a lazy expression with bright eyes, and asked excitedly, "What level are you now?" ”
"Guess!" Nangong Yehua glanced at her idly, and his tone was light.
The wind rolled his eyes secretly, and guessed that he still asked you? And now it's still in front of her!
If you don't say it, don't say it, looking at the leader of the man in black who is not low, Yu Feng thought, he cleaned up the dog's legs of the Phantom Palace crookedly, and beat the small one, will the old one come?
Phantom Palace, Phantom Palace, it sounds like there are a lot of people, and there won't be more people bullying fewer people, right?
Moreover, there are very few cultivators in the Yuntian Continent, and now there are so many people pouring out at once, it's not normal!
Or maybe something precious is about to be born!
Youfeng thought that the black-clothed man of the Phantom Palace also said that he would deal with his own people, and immediately became calm, "Let's go, let's go back to Jiacheng quickly!" ”
Standing up anxiously, he urged Nangong Yehua to quickly summon the golden falcon.
Nangong Yehua glanced at her, slowly raised his arm, raised a slender finger to his mouth, suddenly stopped, and under the eager gaze of Youfeng, he raised his chin to signal the pile of black-clothed people on the ground, and said, "What do you do with these people?" ”
"What's this?" Youfeng was a little worried about a group of people, and suddenly remembered that he killed two birds with one stone, "Why don't you take it back to 'training and training' and give you an army?" ”
He is in the border city, and he must lack strong subordinates, if these cultivators all go to the battlefield, this battle will not be as easy as chopping melons and vegetables?
She's thinking about him! Nangong Yehua looked at her and sighed, she was too soft-hearted, and she only seriously injured the people in black who were going to kill her.
He lowered his face, looked at her seriously, and said, "If you don't kill them, they will kill you too, this is the law of survival in this world!" ”
"Soft-hearted, in the world of the jungle, the most unnecessary!"
Youfeng didn't expect him to say such a thing, he lowered his head in a daze, and was silent for a long time before raising his head, "This is your way of living, I can't do it, and I don't want to do it!" ”
Every life in the world has the right to exist, and they, no one, have the right to take away it.
As an aspiring young man in the 21st century, his education from an early age is that human life cannot be taken lightly, even if he stands at the top of the food chain.
Youfeng stubbornly insisted on her thoughts, Nangong Yehua frowned, and wanted to tell her again, but she was too kind to make sense of it, so she had no choice but to tell her more in the future.
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hurried back, but found that the courtyard was very quiet, and the people in the house were doing their own things, and when they saw her back, they said hello and made way.
"Are you alright?" Could it be that the Phantom Guards of the Phantom Palace were wiped out by them, this will be understaffed, they are training newcomers, and they have no time to kill them?
Nangong Yehua wanted to rush back to the border city, but she couldn't show up, and after saying goodbye to him, she had nothing to do, so she went into the room and put the dragon egg that she thought was going to be broken and moved into the ancient tower space to raise it.
And it didn't take long for Daddy to really come back at the deadline he said.
Daddy only said one sentence and asked her to find the answer by herself, and if it was so specious, Youfeng didn't ask.
After this soul fusion, although she subverted all previous cognitions, she also figured out one of the most important questions, she was a person from this cultivation world!
The soul was split, and they went to another world, all relying on her father to help her find it, what kind of suffering should he have suffered in the past two hundred years?
This handsome and extraordinary face, the father of the most beautiful man in Jiacheng, for her, in order to reunite her broken soul, instantly aged dozens of years.
That kind of aging is not the obvious aging on the face, but the soul, that young and energetic, charming soul has become old, and Daddy has really become a middle-aged man!
"Wouldn't that be better? Others will know that I am your daddy! "Mu Qingtian is still in the mood to joke.
"But I prefer beautiful men's fathers!" Youfeng is sad, she has always been protected by her father, and now she has damaged her soul for her.
Although cultivators live extremely long, they also die, and their souls are young so that they can live a long time.
She recalled that before the soul merge, the old man who appeared in the air became even more uncomfortable in her heart.
"However, no matter whether Daddy is young or old, he will always be You'er's Daddy!" comfortingly touched Youfeng's lowered head, such a big thing, Mu Qingtian himself didn't pay attention to it at all.
This is too sensational, and the wind can't take care of its own injuries.
Because it's useless to be sad, she must find a way to cure the aging of her father's soul, definitely!
In the past few days, another major incident has happened in Jiacheng, which caught everyone off guard.
King Xixue, who didn't know why he suddenly had a convulsion, issued an order yesterday afternoon that all unmarried women of school age who served in the imperial city in the imperial city should participate in the concubine selection banquet held for the adult princes of the imperial family in the middle of this month.
This can be a bad woman in Kyoto, and the intricate family forces behind it, since the holy decree was issued, the top clothing stores in Beijing are overcrowded, and all families are vying to be in the Xiangyi Pavilion, which controls the popular clothes and accessories of the royal capital, and snaps up all the clothes that can be worn.
Youfeng listened to the news, a little excited, although Nangong Yehua is in the border city, but he is still very honest, although he has not figured out who that person is for half a year, and formulated the corresponding bubble sister plan, but the news that comes out of the palace every day is still in his hands, rain or shine.
"Miss, are you going to participate?" Nuo Xinqiao'er, who had recovered from her injuries, asked.
"Participate in what?"
"Choosing a concubine banquet!"
"Enter the palace? Don't go! "When she was a child, she was tired of visiting the palace, and even now that she has grown up, she doesn't want to go to the palace.
And she's not a school-age woman, what are she going to do? A feast for the eyes? She's not Su Li's pervert!