"What I have done, I know very well in my own heart, and I don't need Your Excellency to remind me here."

"Oh?"

The woman raised her eyebrows, her face crossed with a hint of interest, and the dark thin lips were faintly revealed, revealing a sense of charm and seduction:

"Really?"

"So"

The petite body moved, and the woman leaned against the beast's thick hairy head, let out a long sigh of relief, her thin eyebrows stretched slightly, and she opened her mouth with a smile.

"Gong Zhaohui, now, what are you going to do?"

"How?"

Gong Zhaohui raised his hand slightly, a pair of extremely calm eyes casually swept over some of the ravines and ravines on it, with a sense of inquiry, with a look of memory on his face, but for a moment, it disappeared, and a deep voice sounded.

"Your Excellency, shouldn't this sentence be my question?"

As soon as the words fell, a spiritual power swirled up in the big palm, forming a deep vortex, and the heavy coercion spread.

Gong Zhaohui hooked his lips, chuckled, and slowly raised his eyes, and the breath of the whole person suddenly changed.

A clear sound sounded, and when the robe was hunting, Gong Zhaohui's palm slowly tightened, and a sharp cold light flashed, spreading in the dark night, stinging people's eyes.

The oncoming chill aggravated a little, blowing the hair on the side of her face, slightly fascinating her vision, the woman frowned, raised her hand and gently patted the head of the beast, with a soothing meaning, signaled it to take a few steps back, and her face slowly became a little solemn.

The wind gradually stopped, the woman slowly raised her eyes, and at that moment, her eyes moved, and a meaningful smile appeared on her face, and she couldn't see her emotions.

Gong Zhaohui in front of him, wearing a dark dragon robe, the jade pendant on his waist swayed slightly with the night breeze, glowing with a cold luster, the luxurious jade crown tied up the black hair, and occasionally a few strands of silver were sandwiched between them.

The slender body was still standing steadily, Gong Zhaohui was holding one hand behind him, the other hand was placed on the waist in front of him, and in the thick palm, a long sword was lying quietly.

The heavy scabbard glowed with a golden luster, and there was a bright red spirit stone on the hilt, exuding a faint halo, but it was not half a point of temperature, like a drop of blood, scorching and blooming.

The night wind blew coldly, the long sword made a slight moaning sound, and the dragon robe of Gong Zhaohui became more and more majestic, with the unique aura of an emperor, and descended majestically.

The thin eyebrows were raised, the woman pulled up her sleeves, slightly covered her face, and chuckled a few lowly, opening her mouth meaningfully.

"Looks like this is your sword."

Gong Zhaohui was silent, only his breath sank, the spiritual power around his body soared, and the long sword in his palm was suddenly unsheathed.

The dazzling silver light flashed, and a clear sword roar sounded, as if a giant dragon appeared, above the nine heavens of Qingxiao, a heavy pressure suddenly descended in the air, splashing bursts of dust, and the ground under his feet also shook a few points suddenly.

The emperor is alive.

That's it

Gong Zhaohui's lips, the hand holding the long sword slowly tightened, the scabbard automatically disappeared, and Qingming's sword body turned suddenly, piercing the solemn air, picking up the cold night wind, and buzzing.

His eyes sank, flashing inexplicably, Gong Zhaohui hooked his lips, smiled inexplicably, and a pair of deep eyes appeared in the turbulent waves.

That's it.

Domination of the world!

The spiritual power suddenly burst out, and the undisguised murderous aura was exposed.

"That's interesting."

The thin lips were hooked, and the woman smiled strangely, gently patting the fierce beast under her, and motioning for it to take a few steps back.

Then, the petite body moved suddenly, but in an instant, the woman appeared in front of Gong Zhaohui, the dark purple jade flute was horizontal in front of her, and the tassels of the pearl and jade rang exquisitely, like a ghostly bell, and the sound was urging.

"It seems"

A pair of clear eyes carefully looked at the long sword in front of her, the woman lowered her eyes, and a chuckle overflowed from her mouth, with a bit of inexplicable laughter.

"Your cultivation is still good."

"Still."

As she spoke, the woman raised her eyes and looked at Gong Zhaohui's face with smiling eyes, the smile on her face deepened a little, and she tilted her head, showing a little innocence of her daughter's family.

"It's a pity that you met Hongu."

When the words fell, she shook her head slightly, and the woman sighed deeply, as if with a great sense of helplessness.

Gong Zhaohui was silent, only snorted faintly, and the long sword in his hand turned suddenly, directly towards the woman's waist.

With a few chuckles, the woman's soft waist bent in an incredible arc, and the snow-colored hem of her clothes made a hunting sound, which could avoid the fierce attack.

Then, the corners of her dark purple lips hooked, the woman's body was short, and the jade flute slanted out and stabbed towards Gong Zhaohui's face.

His brows furrowed tightly, Gong Zhaohui turned his head, took a step back, and raised his long sword to block.

The jade flute collided with the blade of the sword, making a clear sound.

The air seemed to shake a few times, and the heavy pressure spread.

Feeling the sense of oppression that could not be ignored, Gong Zhaohui's eyes sank, suppressing the blood surging in his heart, and the profound spiritual power surged out.

Feeling the spiritual power and murderous aura accumulated on the long sword, the woman's eyebrows and eyes were crooked with a smile, as if she didn't care.

With a little bit of the wind, the long sword slammed to the side and slashed towards the woman.

Seeing this, the woman pursed her thin lips, but her complexion was extremely light, without any sense of waves and ups and downs, and her thin body was actually sticking to the force of the long sword.

Looking at the woman's obviously not salty appearance, Gong Zhaohui's brows furrowed a little tighter, the offensive in his hand did not decrease, and the surging murderous aura went towards the woman.

A petite laugh sounded, the woman chuckled, her eyes glowed with a little bit of crystal, and the little hand holding the jade flute stretched out very casually.

"Ding."

A crisp voice sounded, and in this dark night, it was particularly harsh.

The seemingly careless movements, the seemingly powerless jade flute, actually blocked Gong Zhaohui's menacing offensive.

With a movement of his hand, Gong Zhaohui's face changed slightly, his brows furrowed tightly, and his eyes surged with consideration.

Imprisoned.

The woman in front of her was obviously just a child, obviously just very lazy, and obviously not too serious.

But he imprisoned all his movements, and with a non-negotiable momentum, he couldn't move.

The surging spiritual power in the body was forcibly suppressed, the long sword in his hand lost the momentum of the talent, and there was a sense of oppression that could not be ignored above the meridians.

Gong Zhaohui's breath sank, and his face became very ugly.

This woman

What kind of cultivation do you have?

Fang Cai's helpless appearance that was suppressed by Yan Gongzi