"Holy Son, this plan has failed. The commotion was too great, and the Holy Maiden also got the news and seemed to be very angry! ”

As soon as Qiu returned to the hall of the secret land, a Gu master immediately stepped forward to report the situation of the Miao Curse Holy Land.

The Holy Maiden returned to the Miao Curse Holy Land a year ago, and the Miao Curse Clan was originally going to change to a new Holy Son and Holy Maiden, but because...

When the holy flame was handed over to the newly elected Holy Son and Holy Maiden, the holy flame was suddenly extinguished, which frightened the elders of the Miao Curse Clan, so the identity of the Holy Son and Holy Maiden returned to Qiu and Die.

But also because of the miracle of the holy fire, the clansmen of the Miao curse clan are more obedient to the holy son and saint who have returned to their identity, especially the holy woman.

The flame of the Holy Maiden is darker than the flame of the Son, and the flame burns more vigorously than the Son fire. The current Miao Curse Clan, most of the clansmen are under the orders of the Holy Maiden!

When he heard the news, he angrily slapped the table.

How dare Butterfly go against Qiu before! Before meeting that fisherman, Butterfly's temperament was weak and deceitful! But since she met that damn person, Butterfly's whole personality has changed!

Not only did he dare to negotiate with Lu Batian to marry him and keep the seed in his belly, but he also teamed up with the Son of Heaven of the Holy Heavenly Emperor Dynasty to harm him!

Butterfly's change until a year ago, Qiu understood, Butterfly hated him!

Adu, who hated him for killing her! Hate him for killing her daughter! As long as he does it, she hates it!

"Holy Son, if the Holy Maiden comes to us, we should..." If the Holy Maiden comes, she will definitely arrest their group of rebels!

Qiu glanced at the Gu Master and asked, "Aren't you from the Fanpu family?" When did your family bring people here? ”

The Gu Master knelt on the ground and replied respectfully, "Holy Son, most of the clansmen have already left the Holy Land and rushed here, but... The main line is one, and it was left by the Holy Maiden! ”

Qi stared at Fan Pu Chun, the Fan Pu family was already focused on the main line, what did he want those side garbage to do!

"Did the Zla family, the Xize family, and the Rui Ou family all arrive?" Roaring at Fan Pu Chun, if it weren't for Fan Pu Chun being the younger brother of the Fan Pu family, Qiu would have been angry and would have killed him!

Fan Puchun immediately nodded, "They are all here, and the Li Ji family stayed in the Holy Land, following the orders of the Holy Son to stay in the Holy Land to check the situation." ”

Qiu stared at Fan Puchun and didn't speak, the Li Ji family stayed in the Holy Land, and the most important task for them was to listen to the news in the Holy Land, once the Holy Maiden made any moves, she could immediately make a hindrance in the middle and pass the news to Qiu.

"They're coming, let's get the plan going! Now you, go to someone, go to the Prime Minister's Mansion and tell the Prime Minister that he can start preparing to march! He pulled his throat, and his hoarse voice was like a knife against Fan Puchun's chest.

Fan Puchun trembled and took the order, and then asked, "Does the Holy Son have any other arrangements?" ”

"Send someone to the palace to inform Zhai Yuan that Lu Youruo is not dead! In Jing'an City, in the hands of the hall master of the Hades Palace! The corners of his mouth hidden under the mask hooked, he failed to ask for Ruodu's life in Zhai Xiying's hands! Just let someone else take it, and the result is that he is satisfied!

Fan Pu Chun nodded understandingly, and stood where he was, waiting for the Holy Son-sama to have any other orders to give!

He glanced at Fan Puchun, "Don't you want to leave?" "Looking at the waste, it's too easy to provoke his killing intent!

"Yes, Holy Son, rest well!" When Fan Puchun heard that the Holy Son asked him to leave, he immediately got up and retreated, not daring to stay for a moment.

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(Markor Literature-)