The Evil Prince and his Precious Wife: The Sly Lady

The buzzwords came into the ears, and the Turkic king looked so dreadful and horrible that they actually found the relic, which was unexpected, but what about the sword as a relic, as long as he did not admit it, it was a forgery .

"It's just a sword that reflects the word" holy ". You said it is a holy thing, is it a god-given holy thing?"

The Turkic king's words fell, and the noisy foot of the mountain was silent for a moment. Yes, the Turkic relics have always been mysterious. They have never seen them. If they are deceived by a fake, they will not see it.

Seeing the soldiers looking at the holy sword a little bit more doubt, Murong Xue was not anxious and annoyed, and said slightly: "The holy thing can indeed be forged, but they can't forge the spirituality of the holy thing ..."

Murongxue turned his wrist and turned the sapphire on the hilt against the sun in the sky. The blue sacred word refracted a bright light under the sun. A flame of the word sacred came out from the sapphire and flew straight Into the soldiers ...

"Ah ... help ..." The soldiers screamed in horror and fled around, but the flames still caught them mercilessly, lighting their hair and clothes ...

The soldiers panicked and ran and shouted, "Don't set fire, don't set fire, we admit that this is a holy thing ..."

Murong Xue pouted and slowly put away the holy sword.

The flames disappeared, and the soldiers let out a long sigh of relief. They stopped, slammed their shirts, the fire on their hair, and looked at the holy sword with respect and fear ...

Murongxue was very satisfied with the soldiers' response and looked up at the Turkic king: "Lord Tuoba, should you show something ..."

The Turkic king heard that the black face was about to drip out of ink, and the hands under his sleeves were also tightly held: the holy sword is a god-given relic, the sword bearer will be the king of the Turks, and Murong Xue is ready to take his Turk Kingship is really a big appetite.

"The relics of the Turks are only in the hands of the Turks, and they deserve to be called the relics of God!" Murongxue, a Qingyan man, also wanted to infuse the position of the Turkic king.

Even ridicule and sarcasm came into his ears, Murongxue was not anxious and annoyed, and smiled strangely: "It turns out this way."

With his wrist turned, Murong Xue threw the holy sword to Tuobahan ...

The Turkic king's mocking smile instantly froze in his face: how could he forget that Murongxue and Tuobahan are a gang, and Murongxue's god-given relic is not Tuobahan!She threatened him with the holy sword, just to force him to speak out the role of the holy sword on the Turk, it was really cunning ...

The Turkic King raised his head, his sharp eyes were like arrows, and he shot at Murong Xue fiercely.

Murongxue was fearless and looked at him in the face with his eyes, the beautiful curvature of the corners of his mouth, as if to say: "Master Tuoba, can I abdicate now and let the virtuous?"

The Turkic king looked sullen and looked directly at Murongxue as if to say, "Don't think about it."

Murongxue gently whispered: "Lord Tuoba means that he doesn't want to follow the rumors, let the holy sword holder be the Turkic king!"

"How is it?" The Turkic king had a sharp eye. Why did he try to give the position of the Turkic king to others?

"No, but the Turkic people believe in God, and even more believe in God-given sacred objects. The prince refused to abdicate and let the virtue, but he did not follow God's metaphor ..." Murongxue said in a hurry.

The Turkic king sneered, he was a Turkic man, and he also believed in the Turkic gods, but if he believed in the gods and wanted to take away the throne that he had worked hard for, he would not blame him ...