The Cold Regent Keeps a Fox as a Consort

When Wu Ma often heard the words "Emperor Dongjin", his brown eyes flashed disdain. This emperor of the mainland is not worth his attention. He only has some superficial martial arts and even the entry of cultivation. Not going in ...

what?

Feng Lingran?

This name is too familiar, Wu Ma's often disdainful eyes became dignified, and his old face was not very good-looking, but Feng Lingran was actually the person he was looking for. He didn't kill Xiao Xi soon. Now he went to the kid, that kid He would definitely not want to go to the Holy City with him, and would also like to kill him and avenge Xiao Xi.

Wu Ma often regretted suddenly, knowing that Feng Lingran was the person the first family of the Holy Capital was looking for, and he would not kill Xiao Xi so impulsively.

Although Huer is his nephew, compared to the treasures and support of the First Family of the Holy City, it is nothing to sacrifice a Huer. The Wuma family now wants glory, the glory that crushed the Nantian family.

In this way, we can climb up step by step until we become the top three families of the Holy City, and then we can be valued by the Royal Family of the Holy City and eligible to participate in the Holy Sword Scramble Contest.

Wu Ma often thinks of the Shengzong's Treasure Contest every time, and his heart is as excited as chicken blood. For so many years, he has been working hard for this goal, including this time to this low-level continent.

He had to bring back the people he was looking for in the first family of the Holy City.

That is Feng Lingran.

No matter what method he uses, he will take Feng Lingran back to the Holy Capital. If he can’t do it, he will stun Feng Lingran, and then give him a memorable medicine to wash away his memories. As long as Feng Lingran doesn’t remember Xiao Xi, then it’s here Shengdu, he handed Feng Lingran to the first family of Shengdu, and Feng Lingran will not come to find him.

Thinking about this, Wu Ma smiled with pride, and the brown eyes flashed with a sharp luster.

...

Nanling Palace.

Zhu Xu was forced to recruit souls for Xiao Xi for three consecutive nights, knowing that he would not come back, but Nangong Yao couldn't hear it, insisting on recruiting.

In the middle of the dojo, a woman was tied to a wooden pile with her arms in large letters. The wooden pile and the woman's body, the arms were covered with spirits bells, her delicate face was somewhat similar to Xiao Xi, those watery eyes were full In fear, she burst into tears and rolled down her white cheeks, but there was no sympathy for Nangong.

This woman is the host that Nangong Yu found for Xi Xi.

The woman is alive. To become the host of Xiao Xi's soul, you must first separate the woman's soul from her body, that is, the woman must ... die.

Zhuxu also thinks that Nangongzhu ’s behavior is crazy. This kind of inhumane thing can be figured out, but Zhuxu can do nothing, because if he does n’t do what Nangongzhu said, every other day, Nangongzhu will kill one person. This sin is recorded on the bamboo head.

Zhuxu's three views are completely broken. He once thought Nangong Yao was a bright master. Who knows, Nangong Yao is a pervert.

Move, move, move.

The exhaustion of Zhu Xuzhao was exhausted, and he could not recall Xiao Xi's soul. If Nangong Yao was not His Majesty's Majesty, if Nangong Yao did not hold the power of life and death, if Nangong Yao did not threaten him with his life, he would have whisked Throw it on Nangong's face.

Nangong Yao was sitting on the dragon chair beside him, his eyes were covered with red blood, like a sleepless monster, and Zhuxu was a sad reminder Taoist who was stared at by the monster. Who asked him to know how to teach?Who told him that he would attract souls?

This continent can no longer find the second Taoist priest with such a skill.

"Did Xi'er's soul yet come back? In the dark, kill her, maybe she was dead, and Xi'er had a body and would return to me."

Nangong's voice is hoarse, like dry land, not as clean as before, his red eyes are cruel, he glanced at the woman tied to the wooden pile, just like looking at a dead person, he didn't care about this life at all .

Not to mention the death of a woman, if he could switch back to Xiao Xi and kill the woman in the whole palace of Nanling, he would like to.

Without losing everything, Nangong Yao never understood that she could not see her face and could not hear her news. He didn't even know what it meant to survive?

For the mountains of Nanling?How ridiculous?Without her, with whom is the prosperity of the rivers and mountains shared with whom?

At this time, Nangong Yao suddenly felt that when Xiao Xi was alive, he was in the Eastern Jin Dynasty. He watched her men's clothing half faded on the pillow every night, and the blue and scattered Danqing was also a happy thing.

The woman who was tied to the stake piled her eyes in horror, shook her head to the dark night, and the tears fell like rain, as if she begged to let her go in the dark night.

Raised his palms in the dark and lucked his inner strength. His majesty wanted a complete body, no bloody sight.

He saw the woman's expression of begging for despair. These hands were stained with blood, and it was inevitable that he would not bear it, but no one could save her from your majesty's life.

When the hands started in the dark night, the figure of Zhu Xu flickered and lifted the whisk to block the inner power of the dark night.

"Nangong Yuan, Xiao Xi can't come back. You killed her, and Xiao Xi's soul won't come back. You should be sober and sober! If you persist in this way, the mountains of Nanling will be destroyed in your hands sooner or later." Zhu Xu Said angrily.

Nangong laughed, raised the corner of his mouth, ridiculed the bamboo void, and his bloody eyes were silent: "I am sober now, never sober."

If it were not for the past, Xiao Xi would not leave him, nor would he be separated from his yin and yang.

...

The cold wind lingers, the moon is like a hook.

A dark shadow quietly sneaked into the inn where Feng Lingran was staying in Nanling, two fingers condensed his breath, nodded against the quilt bulging on the bed, thinking that he was not aware of ghosts, and the dark brown eyes of the shadows flashed madly Great dark.

However, just when he thought he was going to succeed, there was a sudden chill in the back, and a powerful palm rush hit him. It was too late when he found it, and he put a palm on his back, and a mouthful of blood spouted in his mouth. , His body smashed the thick wooden bed.

"Wu Ma Chang, tonight is your death."

Feng Lingran's strange scarlet eyes stared at Wu Ma Chang, just like the nine ghosts and ghosts crawling from hell to human revenge. Such terrible and strange eyes, Wu Ma often saw it for the first time, and the soul was also shocked. Suddenly, there was a chill in the back.

Wu Ma often wiped the blood from the corners of his mouth, waving away some inexplicable chill. His cultivation practice did not take the juniors of other big families into consideration, let alone Feng Lingran, who grew up in this low-level continent, this kid Not his opponent.

"Boy, the old man advises you not to be too mad. You are not the old man's opponent. If you are willing to go to the Holy City with the old man, the old man can be blamed. If you don't know how to lift, don't eat and punish. Wine, Xiao Xi’s end is your end."

Wu Ma Chang stood up, and a thick voice came from the chest. The guest with low internal strength in the inn bleeds to death in the sleep. The Qi Qiao, who was shocked by Wu Ma Chang's voice, even died. Even Xiao Qi covered his ears. Painful frown.

Wu Ma often wanted to deter Feng Lingran with his voice.

Wu Ma often disappointed after all.

Feng Lingran’s beautiful face, without any slight discomfort, suddenly waved his palm, and the air passed by it seemed to be frozen by the cold, Wu Ma Chang’s brown pupil shrank sharply, staring at Feng Lingran’s cold ice palm.

"Cold poison, you are so dead that the cold poison hasn't died yet?" Wu Ma is often surprised. People who have caught the cold poison will certainly die. Palms like Feng Lingran have become ice, and they haven't died yet. Called a miracle.

Wu Ma often nervously avoids Feng Lingran's ice palm. This boy's cold poison has already penetrated into his heart, and even the palm of his hand has cold poison. If he is hit by this boy, then he must also get cold poison. .

Damn kid, would you like to drag him back before he died?It is extremely hateful.