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It is precisely because of the unique sealing power of the ancestor of the Feng family to the demon king that it is not surprising that this little demon king is particularly sensitive to the bloodline of the Feng family.

And the reason why Qingjun wants her to make a move is probably because she thinks she is easier to handle?

Or maybe he set an enchantment on the Wind Soul Sword at the beginning, so he provoked him.

"Little Demon King, the ancestor of the Feng family did seal a demon king, if it was because of this matter, you resented the Feng family, I have nothing to say, but she-"

Feng Shuo removed the gaze that fell on Wen Fengxu's body, and stood with his hands in his hands, without a trace of superfluous emotion in his eyes, "It has nothing to do with my Feng family, you have found the wrong person." ”

"Does the Feng family master know who Wen Fengxu is, how can he-hmm!" Xin Huaiyu didn't finish speaking, and was slapped tightly by Yan Ming.

"Let's die, climb and get stuck ......" stinks, take it away!

was almost bitten by her, Yan Ming took away his hand in disgust, pouted and wiped the saliva back on Xin Huaiyu, "I'm sick to death." ”

"Who told you to cover me?"

"You're stupid, I don't cover you and let you call out Wen Fengxu's identity, how do you think that little demon king will beat Wen Fengxu to death?"

Yan Ming's face was full of hatred for iron and steel, mixed with contempt, "You don't really think that a spirit emperor can beat an old monster who has lived for hundreds of years, right?" ”

Come and see the excitement, if these little girls speak wildly and rush to find a beating, he will definitely have to take on the responsibility of reining in the precipice......

Oh, he can't hold back the warm breeze.

Xin Huaiyu was despised and had a headache, she was so angry that she wanted to scold him to death, but she still lowered her voice, "What's impossible, Wen Fengxu is the master that my Xin Huaiyu admitted, she can definitely do it!" ”

"......" Yan Ming glanced at her, stopped talking, and his eyes were full of ...... Mercy, and love.

The Spirit Emperor crossed the level to fight the Demon King, either he was mentally disabled or mentally retarded.

Qingjun felt that these people were funny, he looked at Feng Shuo, then at Wen Fengshuo, and finally at Leng Xiu Ze, who seemed to be casual but always vigilant, and shook his head with a smile.

"Whatever, I won't fight with you."

"However, you have nothing to do about it anyway, this sword king must be."

He wanted to destroy the sword that had killed his people with his own hands, and sealed his Wind Soul Knife.

"I said too, it can't be." Feng Shuo's face is calm, and it is also a tendon shaft to the end.

Qingjun was also annoyed and couldn't help it, he raised his hand and grabbed a handful of hair, and his tone became more and more unkind, "Old man, this king is already merciful enough, but he just wants you to have a knife, and it is a waste knife that you can't use at all!" ”

Feng Shuo also stalked his neck, and it was obviously a posture of not giving up.

Wen Feng hooked his lips and suddenly felt funny.

How do you feel that Qingjun is right, this little demon king really doesn't have any harmful intentions, otherwise he wouldn't just use this knife, and the people who were injured by the evil qi of the Wind Soul Knife were at most traumatized, as if they had never heard of dead people.

Both of them have a temper, one has to ask, the other has to give, and they didn't say a word but started to do it again.

The crowd hurriedly dodged and exited a safe distance.

"Eh, is this knife so sought-after?"

Suddenly, everyone heard the voice, and they all looked at the source of the sound.

But I saw that Wen Fengxu didn't know when, she had already stood on the auction table, and next to her was the wind soul knife on the jade platform, which was exuding a strong evil aura.

When Leng Xiu came back to his senses, he subconsciously chuckled in his heart, and his first reaction was to stop her, "Don't touch it!" ”

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