Chapter 607 (1/2)

”That woman has a big voice. She wants to swallow the Phoenix family's artifact, but she is not afraid to choke to death.”

Feng Yuan heard what the owner said. Her face was as ugly as the owner. She patted the armrest of the chair and sank it. She said angrily, ”I think she wants to die.”

They avenged her revenge and got rid of the murderer who killed LAN Changting. However, the cheap woman pushed her inch by inch and noticed that she hit the artifact of Feng nationality.

But relying on the emperor's favor, she really thought she could be lawless?

The owner pinched the paper into powder, and his hands were loose. The powder leaked on the ground. He said calmly: ”Fengyuan, you return a secret letter to her, and let her think of a way to deal with the Phoenix Ling. If the wind is leaked and spread to the Lord's ears, don't want the artifact.”

Feng Yuan eyebrow heart mercilessly a Cu, very different way: ”elder brother...”

The owner raised his hand and interrupted Fengyuan's words. He said in a deep voice: ”I have my own consideration on this matter. I don't need to say more.”

Feng Yuan had to shut his mouth, but the eyebrow heart was not loose. In order to get rid of Feng lingran, the artifact was put into it. Was it really worth it?

Even if they don't need the help of Blue Princess's hand, it's easy for them to get rid of fenglingran.

Fengyuan really don't understand, such a simple thing, big brother to do so complex?

The owner of the house seemed to see that Feng Yuan didn't understand. He thought: if you could get rid of fenglingran so easily, it would be nice. Fenglingran would not live to this day.

At the beginning, when fenglingran was just found, he was unconscious. He hit fenglingran with five layers of skill in one hand. He thought that fenglingran would die. Who knows, fenglingran woke up soon.

Up to now, he did not understand, this damned Phoenix Ling ran, how can intact wake up?

That palm, even if it is hit on the spiritual cover of a man as powerful as he is, he will surely die.

He didn't expect that Princess LAN could really kill fenglingran, the most vicious woman. As long as she gave some bitter things to fenglingran at this time and didn't let fenglingran go back to the Feng clan, he would have more opportunities to stay with the old patriarch who was dying.

After all, the old patriarch is his own father, and he likes filial children. Maybe he will pass on the throne of patriarch to him when he is dying.

If not

The master's eyes flashed across the dark pool, and the corner of his mouth was shady. The emperor died, and the princes around him could still seek to usurp the throne. Why can't he follow those princes?

nine holy nights.

After the release of the demon beast tower, the elder monk immediately arranged for his disciples to practice in the tower.

After more than two months' practice, all the disciples were very excited and expectant.

Of course

Feng Ling ran, who was absent from class all day and ignored the spirit cultivation elder, was also arranged.

Among these disciples, slave's spiritual power is the lowest, and he has become the laughing stock of many spiritual cultivation disciples.

In particular, the female disciple was most disgusted with the face of Nu'er, which made the elder martial brothers fascinated. Sometimes they wanted to paint the face of the demon.

A month ago, Dawu jumped from the medicine refining school to the Xiuling school. The night before she entered the demon beast tower, she kept up with the slave alone. With a delicate face, she said to the slave: ”after entering the demon beast tower tomorrow, I will follow you. You can safely and boldly kill the monster.” I won't let monsters hurt you.

The latter words, Dawu did not say, but he thought so.

My peach blossom eyes slightly pick, looking down at the face of Dawu, put her shyness into the eyes, purplish lips slowly opened: ”I am so useless in your eyes?”

He said, as if he did not see the dazed Dawu, turned and left.

Dawu looked at his crimson back, and his sharp jade fingers protruded slightly out of his left sleeve, but his fingers were not visible on his right.

Dawu felt a pang in her heart. She could imagine that the knuckles of Nu er's fingers pinched in the sleeve were white and blue. She had been with him for more than three months, and gradually understood his temperament.

Her appearance is gorgeous, and she seems weak, but she is as strong as a man. Even though she is covered with blood, I don't want her to protect herself behind her.