The Evil Prince and his Precious Wife: The Sly Lady

At the same time, Xiao Xi and Ouyang Shaochen followed the golden silk thread to the front of a luxurious mansion, and looked at the three gilt characters of 'Emperor Prime Minister' written above the mansion's gate. Ouyang Shaochen's eyes narrowed fiercely. : The person who photographed Xueer's soul was in Mu Xiangfu ...

"No, the speed of the man's dementia has increased." Xiao Xi's low reminder sounded, Ouyang Shaochen lowered his head, and saw that the golden silk thread above Murong Xue's head was twice as thick as before, and the floating speed was also faster than Just doubled ...

Ouyang Shaochen's complexion instantly became very ugly, his toes were lighter, his slender body was like a white cloud, and he flew straight into Mu Xiangfu.

Xiao Xi also quickly followed.

Far away, Xiao Xi saw a red table in Mu Xiangfu's red Meilin. A man wearing a black cloak was standing in front of the table, playing complicated tricks, and a strand of golden thread followed his hand. The traction of the trick, overflowing from Murongxue's head, drifting leisurely to the table ...

Xiao Xi's eyes flashed, a golden light flew from his fingertips, and hit the tray for the table, just listen to 'Bang!The sound of ', the tray was broken, the black hair in the tray, and the yellow paper were also broken into dozens of pieces, dozens of pieces, and they all fluttered to the ground ...

The man in the cloak in front of the table was shocked and took two or three steps back. With a 'poo' sound, he spit out a bit of blood and his chest hurt hot!

Who broke his big thing!

The man in the cloak raised his head fiercely and saw a young man in a cyan brocade falling down from the air!The handsome face of the man, the elegant figure, the man in the cloak squinted fiercely: Xiao Xi, how could he be!

Thick vigilance and fear in his heart, the cloak man's slightly gripped right hand suddenly opened, and the rich black technique quickly coagulated in the palm of his hand.

Xiao Xi didn't panic and hurry, and raised his hand casually, a golden light flew from his fingertips, and hit the black spell directly, only listening to the sound of 'bang', the black and gold spells collided, All turned into fly ash, annihilated in transparent air ...

The man in the cloak had a stronger hatred at the bottom of his eyes, and his left and right hands were all open. He was ready to condense his spells. He did n’t want to. Xiao Xi moved in front of him in an instant, and knocked him to the ground with his backhand. Kicked him hard, rolled the grunt he kicked forward ...

In a sudden scene, Mu Tianqi was startled, and immediately reacted. He glanced at the mouth kicked by Xiao Xi and spit blood, and the man in the cloak tumbling back and forth on the ground, he was about to drip black ink: "Xiao Big sacrifice, what are you doing? "

Xiao Xi hadn't spoken yet, and a cold voice rang through Qingyue: "Mu Tianqi, what are you doing? What's so good, why do you take Xueer's soul?"

Mu Tianqi raised his head and saw that Ouyang Shaochen fluttered lightly in front of him, looking at his eyes, cold and cold.

She Murong Xue soul?When did he photograph Rongxue's soul?

Mu Tianqi was puzzled.

"You haven't photographed Xueer's soul? Then what's going on?" Ouyang Shaochen asked innocently.

Mu Tianqi followed his eyes and saw Murongxue held in his arms. Murongxue was pale and his eyes were closed. The whole body was surrounded by a layer of golden Sanskrit. The Sanskrit turned around her for the one at the table. The golden souls were dragged by it and floated in front of Murongxue, which was neatly and orderly attached to the golden Sanskrit and slowly melted into Murongxue's body ...