Chapter 1849: Then I am his relative. (2/2)
The monk of the Yuhua Five Immortals looked at Fang Mo with a smile, and finally his eyes fell on the younger brother and sister behind him. ”Hey, I have always heard that the magic of the demon is double-skilled. It is very wonderful. Today I am waiting for five people.” Have a good time to try it out!”
Fang Mo was silent for a few moments and suddenly said: ”I know Ning Beixuan. If you kill me, you must make sure that the news will never leak into his ears. Otherwise, you will die, and your predecessors can practice until now. The realm of spending, how long is the work of 100,000 years? Is it worth it?”
”What? Fangmo brothers know Ning Beixuan?”
Fang Mo’s younger brother and sister looked at him with a shocked look, and some of them were unbelievable. How is this possible?
”Do you know Ning Beixuan?”
Yuhua Wuxian was slightly shocked, and there was a horror in his eyes, but he immediately reacted, and his face showed a hint of ridicule. ”Ha ha ha! It’s a joke, how can you know Ning Beixuan, the district’s two robbers, give him No shoes are worthy. If you know Ning Beixuan, then I am his relative!”
Fang Mo saw the other party not believe, silent.
At this time, the look of the people changed slightly. It seems that a monk happened to pass by and took a look at them curiously.
”See what? Roll!”
One of the five flowers of Yuhua looked coldly at Ning Qi and yelled.
Ning Qi did not care about him, but flew to the front of Fang Mo, his look was a little weird. The two brothers of Fangmo Fangbai stayed in the inner domain and never returned to the Temple of War. I couldn’t think of it for thousands of years. I saw it here. He, and, Ning Qi felt a touch of joy from him.
Seeing Ning Qi not retreating, Yuhua Wuxian showed a hint of anger, one of them sneered, is preparing to crack down on Ning Qi, but he saw Fang Mo somewhat surprised to see Ning Qi, ”Lord?”
”metropolitan?”
Happy Devil?
Not right! Isn’t the Demon Lord killed?
Yuhua Wuxian has some unexpected looks at Ningqi.
Fang Mo’s younger brother and sister also felt strange. How could his own brother call this person a sovereign?
”How did you become a disciple of the rejoicing of the demon? Fang Fang?”
Ning Qi smiled.
”he died.”
There was a sorrowful color in the eyes of Fang Mo.
”There is a dead person, look at some.”
Ning Qi patted his shoulder, gave a comfort, and then looked at the five flowers of the rain, ”just seems to hear that some of you claim to be Ning Beixuan's relatives, do not know which one?”