"The deity will tell you something you don't know." The man's voice paused, and he said, "You may not know! This Feng Jiu is not the original Feng Qingge, she should have been taken away, and her body was occupied by a strange soul from nowhere, and she became the current Feng Jiu. ”

"For these ants, it's just a matter of words for the deity to kill them, and they can die without a place to bury them with a touch of their fingers, but after the deity found out about this interesting thing, he wanted to see how Feng Xiao and the others would treat the person who took away his daughter's body after learning about it."

"It's easy to kill someone, but, don't you think it's more interesting to torture her and ruin her mind? Watching her being questioned by her loved ones, watching her betrayed, watching her betrayed and leaving, and dying in pain physically and mentally, is much more interesting than killing her with a knife, do you say? ”

Hearing this, Han Rong's eyes lit up: "Your Excellency! ”

Seeming to be very satisfied with hearing these words, the man said: "As for the lord of the Xuanyuan Empire, although he is not dead, he is almost like a wasted person, his cultivation has been abolished, his strength has dispersed, Neidan has been shattered, and once he fell from the high cloud powerhouse into the ground, becoming the lowest soil, now, whoever wants to kill him, it is easy, even if he doesn't kill him, he can only wait for death." ”

"The lord is wise, Han Rong has to take revenge, thanks to the help of the lord, the lord helps the great grace, Han Rong will not dare to forget!" He immediately knelt down and bowed, as if he was very excited.

"Okay, the deity is not a good person, you are not a good person, your master, and it is not a good thing." The man waved his hand and said, "We're just using each other, go back and tell your master, Feng Xingzhi's words are all nonsense, if he doesn't believe it, hehe, when I get tired of playing with them, I will take that Feng Jiu's life and show it to you." ”

"Yes, then Han Rong will retire first." He bowed, then turned to leave.

Outside, he paused and looked up at the sky, revealing a sinister smile.

Feng Jiu! You have it too!

If it weren't for the appearance of this Feng Jiu, he would still be Uncle Han in Xuanyuan Mansion! If it weren't for Feng Jiu's move, he wouldn't have been knocked down to the mortal dust at one time, and his strength cultivation would have been abolished by Xuanyuan Moze himself, and he would have been driven out of the imperial city with a broken arm!

In his opinion, he was merciful to his subordinates, but he didn't know that it would be worse than death for him!

Lost an arm, he had no cultivation, he was driven out of the imperial city not long after he was dragged into the woods by the beast, died in the mouth of the beast, it was a breath of resentment and hatred in his heart that did not disappear, condensed his soul and wandered around, until, met his current master, Demon Venerable!

It was he who gave him life again, allowed him to reappear in the world, and it was he who gave him everything he had now, but, even though he took the body of a monk with the help of his master and took it for himself, he was resentful in his heart, and he didn't want to kill Feng Jiu all the time to serve Xuanyuan Moze and them!

He wants to make Feng Jiu lose his relatives and lose everything! He wants to make Xuanyuan Moze lose the entire Xuanyuan Empire, and he wants his father to fall from the clouds to the earth!

He will get back everything they have given him!

He looked at the sky, and his voice was gloomy and cold: "This has just begun, you just wait for me!"