In this open-air hall, no one answered for a long time, Song Yin frowned, and his voice couldn't help but raise:

"Are you the king of Nanping?"

The figure in the tent still did not move.

Song Yin took two steps forward and reached out to grab the yarn tent.

"Hey"

Suddenly, a faint sigh sounded in the gauze tent, the voice was very soft, and it was also very good, like a hollow valley orchid, ethereal, with a hint of mystery.

With this soft sigh, the circular gauze tent surrounding the large bed slowly opened, revealing an unusually graceful body.

It was indeed a woman, her facial features were delicate as if they were depicted, ice muscles and jade bones, hair waterfalls, and only a wisp of tulle on her graceful carcass, and the scenery appeared and disappeared from time to time, but there was a sense of sacredness, which made people dare not explore.

The beauty is like a fairy in a painting.

"Yang Jun is useless, he will actually let people like you in."

The woman opened her eyes, and the divine light shot out of her eyes was like a starry sky, deep and colorful, and with those eyes alone, people could be addicted to it.

And the person in front of him seemed to be attracted by those eyes, and the whole person froze there, not moving.

The woman opened her mouth and sighed, a flash of impatience, and was about to speak, when she saw the man who should have been attracted by her eyes speak.

"You are the lord of Nanping Kingdom?"

Song Yin stared at this woman, her tone was neither humble nor arrogant, her eyes were full of clarity, she was not attracted by those eyes, and even regarded this woman's tulle as nothing, as if she was looking at the most common thing.

The woman's deep eyes flashed with surprise, but soon showed annoyance.

"Isn't a widow beautiful?" The woman asked.

Song Yin didn't know why, but he still said, "It's very good-looking." ”

"Hmm"

The woman got up slowly, making the graceful carcass under the tulle even more earth-shattering, "Then why aren't you fascinated by the widow?" ”

"Why should I be obsessed with evil ways?"

Song Yin frowned: "Don't talk nonsense, evil way, let me ask you if you are the king of Nanping Kingdom." ”

When the woman heard this, she looked at Song Yin again, and said with a smile: "It's an interesting man, who can look down on the widow, don't talk about refining qi, and the monks who build the foundation realm are also unstoppable." ”

Her body gradually sat upright, one jade leg rested on the other, almost shining under the starry sky, those starry eyes, looking towards Song Yin, the corners of her mouth sneered.

"I killed Uncle Kwai Wang, killed Yuan Chongsui, and killed Yang Jun, with a Qi Refining Realm, I have to admit that I did a good job, but it's a pity."

Her eyes became contemptuous, and her other leg was back, the jade leg was slender, and the movement was fast, shining brightly.

"I can't see my heels, generally my kind of existence is a puppet descended by those disgusting things, I don't even know my own fate, I just know how to rush forward with blood, but in the end I can only fall into the abyss of more despair, how sad."

"A puppet, no matter how powerful he is, is not qualified to meet the widow, but you have already come up, and the widow can't lose his courtesy."

She smiled lightly: "The widow is the emperor of Nanping Kingdom. ”

"It's just that you're right, I have something to ask you."

Song Yin stared at the woman closely, and shouted in a straight voice:

"As the royal family of Nanping Kingdom, do you just let those evil ways wantonly absorb your people, and when you see mortals whose families are ruined, their wives are scattered, and they are starving everywhere and have no fixed place, will your conscience not be affected?"

"What is mortal in your eyes? What do those evil ways mean to you?! ”

He wanted to ask for a long time, but he hasn't done it yet, just to ask this.

He wanted to ask what the royal family of Nanping Country thought.

He can ignore the evil way, because it is an existence that relies on absorbing mortals to cultivate, and it is killed when he sees it.

But as the head of a country, you shouldn't only have cultivation in your heart.

Song Yin's words made the woman stunned, as if she was shocked, she looked at Song Yin in a daze, and suddenly her delicate body trembled, and the grace under the tulle was as turbulent as the tide and as soft as a river.

"Heheha

She seemed to have heard a very funny joke, and she hugged her arms under the abyss, her laughing body trembled wildly, and her smile was as bright as a flower, as if the fairy in the painting had come to life.

She wiped the tears that came out of the laughter under the corners of her eyes, and said: "You guy, you talk so funny, the widow likes it, likes it very much, or you serve the widow, the widow named you the great priest of the imperial front, presumably you are in the court, and you will definitely bring some joy to this boring place." ”

"Answer me!!"

The divine light in Song Yin's eyes exploded, and the white qi rose from all around him, and swept wildly around, making the woman's hair fly.

This white gas made the woman stunned again.

"This breath feels good, a puppet, the method is okay, well, can the Dan faction come out like this? There are some familiar traces, but unfortunately, it's a pity that the widow is not as convenient as Yang Jun's waste. ”

The woman adjusted her sitting posture again and said: "People in the market like to observe words and colors, and cook food to people, so they can see clearly, but the widow is not a market person, but the widow is a nobleman of blood." ”

The corners of her mouth hooked slightly, "Look at your fun, the widow answers you, mortals are mortals, people who have not been able to transform into immortals, just a few decades, a snap of a finger, you fell asleep, and found that the faces of mortals have changed, the number has increased, and it is their nature to find food and reproduce for a hundred years." ”

"As for the evil way you said, hehehe, Jin Xianmen actually said that people are heresy, it's really interesting."

She chuckled again, and her finger nodded, and the outlined earth grew in the shape of weeds.

And then

As soon as you pull it out, the weed disappears, and then it grows into a thicker weed.

"Mortals are like this weed, they can't burn it inexhaustibly, and when the wind blows, it grows back again, but the weeds rely on heaven and earth to survive. It's fun and pathetic. ”

"But weeds, there are always wild beasts to eat, if this beast is left alone, it will cause natural disasters and affect the soil, so I will protect mortals, kill demons, and prevent demons from invading."

"We are the ones who are in charge of the land, and we are naturally the ones who are in charge of the land."

Rumble!!

A thick white light rushed up, aimed at the woman and struck it, instantly submerging her figure and the large bed under her.

The white light rushed so far away that it almost rushed into the starry sky.

It's just that in the white light, the figure is still sitting there.

As the white light disappeared, the woman still maintained the sitting posture just now, looking down at Song Yin arrogantly, the big bed under her and the gauze tent outside were not affected by this white light, and it seemed to be unreal.

"It's rude."

The woman laughed: "If you don't agree with each other, you have to do it, although it is a 'person', but it is also a pariah and an anti-people, it's just that, it's not interesting." ”

She stood up slowly, the tulle outlined more sacred and seductive as she stood up, and she stretched out a finger to Song Yin.

"Widowed, you. Disappear. ”

In the starry sky, there is a star that emits bright light, and the bright light gradually becomes larger, and finally shines on the entire starry sky.

Stars, landing.

(End of chapter)