Even if you don't count thousands of thousands, there are also yourself, Xuanyuan Wanwan and others, if you want to compete ruthlessly with Helian, it is more than enough, it can be regarded as evenly matched--

Everyone fought hard, and the odds of victory were somewhat certain.

Therefore, at the moment, Nangong Jing's attitude is particularly important,

Knowing the destiny of heaven has long been seen, these days, Nangong Jing has the slightest idea of participating in this matter, but instead leisurely traveling all the way, more like taking the seventh princess to raise a fetus-

The arrangements along the way were meticulous and thoughtful, and even he, the others, did not feel the fatigue of the journey, let alone the Seventh Princess, who was cared for.

However, if Nangong Jing really plans to wait for the child to be born safely before paying attention to this matter, the world still doesn't know what the situation will be-

Knowing the destiny of heaven, his thoughts were surging, and he heard Nangong Jing on the opposite side say in a low voice: "If it weren't for her, this king would have turned into a pile of white bones a long time ago."

Knowing the destiny of heaven was stunned, he raised his eyes and looked at Nangong Jing, even if he has always been good at observing words and colors and understanding his heart, but he can't see through what kind of complicated look is hidden behind his eyes that are as burning as ink jade.

But there is a feeling that knows the destiny of heaven but can see it clearly, it is a touch of softness like March fluttering, a kind of warmth like the warm sun in March, and it is a look that only when he thinks of his beloved woman,

Where the love goes, there will be this kind of look that makes people move at a glance,

Nangong Jing put the teacup in his hand on the table, took out a small porcelain bottle from his arms, and played with it in his hand, "She is more important to this king than her life."

Knowing the destiny of heaven: "......", if it is said that Nangong Jing called him out to complain, it should be unlikely, right?

At this time, seeing the porcelain vase in Nangong Jing's hand, Zhitian's destiny suddenly had a plan in his heart: What kind of medicine is in the porcelain vase in the hands of the Seventh Prince?

Nangong Jing sighed lightly and said: "These days, she refuses to let this king get close, and this king has nothing to do, so she has to invite her seniors to come and do this king a favor."

Knowing the destiny of heaven, help?

Looking at the porcelain vase in Nangong Jing's hand again, he intuitively thought that he shouldn't agree to help him, but Nangong Jing took a bite of a senior, so respectful and polite, he refused, and it didn't seem very good.

So, knowing the destiny of heaven, he weighed it, and said: "The Seventh Prince might as well talk about it, the old man is only afraid that his ability is limited, and he may not be able to help the Seventh Prince."

"Virtuous nephew-", Nangong Jing looked at the destiny of heaven and said: "Just now, the predecessor also called this king a virtuous nephew, why is it so rusty at this time",

Knowing the Destiny of Heaven: "......",

It seems that he has already understood that he has the intention of retreating, and to say it so bluntly is not to give himself a chance to refuse.

This kid is much more ruthless than his master,

However, this virtuous nephew is also reasonable--

Knowing the destiny of heaven, he had to follow the good as the stream: "The virtuous nephew might as well say it directly--",

"This king has thanked his predecessors first", Nangong Jing arched his hand with a porcelain vase in his hand, with a smile on his face, and said: "Thank you seniors for your help",

"Old man--", I haven't agreed yet--

"It's just a trivial matter, seniors don't need to worry", Nangong Jing smiled faintly, his face was light and light,

"A trifle?" Really?

"Hmm", Nangong Jing nodded, shook the porcelain vase in his hand and said: "It's just some medicine that strengthens the foundation and nourishes the yuan, and I want to borrow the hand of my predecessors to give it to Qianqian--",

Just send, medicine, ah!

Say it early, say it early, why is he so nervous!

Knowing the destiny of heaven, he was relieved in his heart, laughed, and said: "The work of raising your hands, the work of raising your hands!" ”

"That king has thanked his predecessors first", Nangong Jing arched his hand again,