Years!

King Qing's lifespan is still 10,000 years!

It doesn't make sense.

It's true that he is the king of people, it is the luck of the king of people, but he is still a person.

What a true son of a dragon, that's all!

Ah Man knows very well that the human king has nothing to do with the true dragon, if the human king is really the son of the true dragon, then the lifespan is not ten thousand years, it must be one hundred thousand years......

"Could it be that he is also an immortal cultivator? And he also cultivated into a Da Luo Jin Immortal? ”

Ah Man muttered: "How is this possible? ”

She quickly denied it--the cultivation of the human king? There is no one king who doesn't want to live forever, but the king of people is all the big names who have gone through the tribulations, and these people will return to the fairy world after the tribulations, what are they cultivating in the world?

Abandon tuba and obsess over trumpet?

Even if the person concerned forgets everything, doesn't know this, and is allowed to be obsessed, but is Si Ming Xingjun an ornament? Will he not star? If you really meet someone who is obsessed with cultivating immortals, shouldn't you return to heaven when you reach the limited number of lifespans?

"Everything is destined by fate, and it can't be messed up." If Si Ming Xingjun was on his lips, she could still remember it.

Oh, although she doesn't believe in any fate, it is impossible for King Qing to cultivate immortals.

So, how could he live so long?

Demon refining? Enchanted?

But I didn't smell the demonic energy, and I didn't feel the magic on him!

Aman rolled his eyes.

Looks like I'm going to have to find a way to get to the bottom of him.

That night, Ah Man changed into a night outfit and was about to go out to summon Yingzhao to take him to the palace of Qing at night, when he met Wang Zi'an, who was carrying a food box and a jar of wine.

"You're ......"

"Turn around."

"Walking around in a nightcoat?"

"Can't you?"

"Okay!" Wang Zi'an raised the food box: "Let's eat this supper with me first and then turn around." ”

"Does it have to be here?" A man's white eyes: You are a child of a family, what about your eyes? What about emotional intelligence?

"Yes." Wang Zi'an blocked Aman's path to the ground: "Didn't you say it, time is short, you should do what you wish, this is a matter." ”

"You're so impatient, aren't you afraid that I won't be able to turn back?"

"Perhaps, you turned back, and I'm gone."

Wang Zi'an's answer made Aman's heart tremble: "What do you mean?" ”

"Let's talk while we drink!"

……

A plate of appetizers, a plate of peanuts, and the daughter of the open altar is red.

After Wang Zi'an poured a full glass for Aman, he raised his own wine.

"I know that Miss Su has no intention of being married to Zaixia, and the book of reconciliation has been prepared, but the marriage was hastily done that day, the girl was unconscious, and I was not in my mind, in the end, I was contemptuous, this is not mine."

Wang Zi'an said and raised his head to drink the wine in the cup, and then poured it and raised it.

"I don't know if I can really continue my life and have the rest of my life, but I think, if this is the end of my life, then Miss Su, you are the wife of my prince An in this life, and the one who married my hair."

Wang Zi'an looked at Ah Man: "So, I want to have a good touch of wine with Miss Su and make up for the wine." ”

Ah Man twisted his mouth: "There's no need for this." ”

"Yes, at least for me, I recognize this family, even if I want to reconcile and leave in the future, but I want to admit that I have this past."

Wang Zi'an said sincerely, as if he had really come to the end of his life and wanted to give himself an explanation.

But Aman looked at him, not only did he not raise his glass, but also stabbed directly: "But I don't want to." ”

The atmosphere was awkward.

Wang Zi'an lowered his head, and finally squeezed out a sentence: "It's abrupt." ”

With that, he drank the wine in his glass and sat down to pick up the dishes in a muffled voice.

Ah Man stared at him, thought for a while, picked up the wine glass and looked at it: "Is this wine strong?" ”

Wang Zi'an nodded: "Lie." ”

"Then I can't drink it, I'm afraid of pain, and the liquor is spicy."

As she spoke, she put down her glass, lifted the kettle beside her, poured herself a glass of water, and drank it with a grunt.

Wang Zi'an looked at Aman, and didn't know what to say for a while.

Afraid of pain? This is an excuse, is it so afraid of the spicy nature of a glass of wine?

Perhaps, she really hates having anything to do with a mortal like me!

"I'm sorry, it's my wishful thinking......"

"Wang Zi'an, you can't like me." Ah Man's eyes fell on the wine altar: "I will only have anything to do with one person in my life, and that person is the person I want to kill with my own hands." ”

"What?" Wang Zi'an was shocked: "You, who are you going to kill?" ”

"Kill someone who promised to protect me but couldn't, someone who promised to be with me but was full of lies, someone who kept saying that he would never live up to me but ended up being unlucky."

"Who is he?"

"A scumbag, though, you don't have to know." Ah Man got up: "I said, you don't have to worry about my business." ”

Ah Man was gone, she strode out of the room, summoned Ying Zhao when she went out, and rode it to fly with wings, hidden in the night.

And the prince sat quietly at the table, his eyes deepening.

"Bad luck? Full of lies? Can't do what you promised? A scumbag? Could it be ...... It's the ......."

Wang Zi'an cautiously looked up at the window.

Emperor of Heaven, scumbag? Could it be that Aman is really with the Emperor of Heaven......

Hey, fairy female disciple, it's not impossible, right?

"Could it be that she was really deceived by the Emperor of Heaven?"

Wang Zi'an just muttered these words, only to hear a muffled thunder in his ears, and the next second he rolled his eyes and plunged into the appetizer......

Ah Man rode a heroic move and circled over the Qingwang Palace.

She also wanted to find out in peace, and she also wanted to focus on doing what she had to do, but she couldn't help but think, where is that guy now?

Before he became the Emperor of Heaven, in which corner did he practice? And on which hill do you attract bees and butterflies? Still is...... In which unknown place is a good man pretending to be infatuated?

Alas, if I want revenge, how can I forget him so cleanly?

But if I hate everything I have in common with him, and I want to wipe him out, why should I remember this hatred?

Aman was in pain.

She felt like she was standing on the edge of a cliff that she couldn't reach left or right.

She's not happy!

"What are you thinking about this fellow Daoist?"

After a voice of concern for himself came, Ah Man turned around in surprise, and saw an overly good-looking man stepping on a fairy sword, carrying a wine gourd, and looking at him curiously.

Enchanting ...... Confuse the crowd.

Aman's first feeling was like this, because this person was really good-looking.

It's good to see, Aman was amazing at first glance, and at second glance, he couldn't help but have an urge to collect him.

"You...... It can't be a dumb person, right? The demon face asked again, the magnetism of the voice was like water and slightly warm, like the wind lightly, and it was really hooking.

"Of course, no." Ah Man said slowly, reaching out and touching Yingzhao's somewhat restless wings.

"Daoyou seems to be unhappy? Do you want me to be happy with you? ”

With a warm face, Ah Man looked at him and blinked: "Okay, but you know, what do I have to do to be happy?" ”

"I don't know, but if you say it, I might consider accompanying you."

Ah Man nodded and said seriously: "I should be very happy to kill you." ”