Chapter 1282 is confessed

"Tata Tower!"

"Look, that is the nameless sword demon, Tianjiao Supreme!"

"Wow, it's just too domineering, riding the Tianjiao king beast, but it can grow to the horrible monster of the sixth stage of the hole, the unknown sword is too domineering!"

"Unknown sword demons boss, you lack the younger brother, I am willing to be your younger brother!"

"Unknown sword and handsome man, you lack a wife, you can't do it, you can warm up!"

When Wang Xian rode and flew toward his residence, everyone saw him stop quickly and his face showed a respectful look.

Some young men and women even shouted directly at him. When Wang Xian heard the sounds around him, he raised his eyebrows slightly.

"It seems that the ghosts will be hidden in the future, otherwise there will be a lot of troubles!"

In the heart of Wang Xian’s heart, when he came to the edge, he walked on the ground.

"Dream, can you change your body shape and make your body smaller!"

Wang Xian jumped from the body of the demon and said to him.

"It is king!"

The demon nodded.

The demon wolf has two forms, one is the limbs down, the other is the human form.

The scales of the demon are slowly squirming, and the whole body is rapidly becoming smaller and smaller, and it becomes a one-seven-eight-eight, which seems to have a big gap with the demon.

"Wang, this is already my limit. It will affect my combat power!"

The demon said to Wang Xian.

"It doesn't matter, go!"

Wang Xian shook his head, the mask on his face disappeared, and the demon went to the place to gallop.

The nameless sword magic has disappeared since then.

Completely concealed, Wang Xian could not help but reveal a smile.

"I am really a deep collector and a name!"

He thought about it, opened the door, and the two beasts inside immediately snorted at him.

Wang Xian smiled and threw some food for them. He returned to the room with a good mood and began to rest well.

After sleeping for more than ten hours, Wang Xian walked into the courtyard with a sullen face, poured a cup of tea and thought about the next action.

Nowadays, the blood of the sacred cemetery of the sacred cemetery and the land of blood sects and trials can be said to have been cleared, and a large amount of spiritual liquid has been obtained.

If you want to get the spirit liquid again, you will only have the land of blood and the land of the main hall.

These two places are much more bloody, and many of the holes are active.

Especially the land of the main hall, the land of the main hall, did not reach the realm of the hole, stepping into the inside is purely looking for death.

"Hey!"

Just as he thought about it, a cry came suddenly, and Wang Xian gave a slight glimpse and looked up.

Sure enough, it was still the girl in the white dress, staring at herself.

Wang Xian was a little wrong, and reached out and gestured to her: "Come and sit down, what's the matter?"

Ling Jianer looked at him, hesitated, and flew over to Wang Xian.

Xiaoha on the shoulder jumped and jumped directly to Wang Xian’s body, excitedly sticking out his tongue and rubbing his arm.

Ling Jianer came over and looked at the ghost on the side, and did not feel too much accident.

She already knew the identity of Wang Xian.

"Beauty, what are you doing here for me?"

Wang Xian saw her in front of herself and looked at herself. Some asked silently.

"My father came to me and wanted me to go back with him!"

Ling Jianer suddenly said.

Wang Xian looked up at her and felt that her words were somewhat inexplicable.

"Amount? What does this have to do with me? What do you want to say?"

Wang Xian once again pointed to the seat on the side and gestured to her.

"I don't want to go back, I have already abandoned it, I don't need it anymore!"

She still didn't sit down and said faintly.

"Do you want to think about it yourself? Just yourself!"

Wang Xian shook his head, and some did not understand the thoughts of this beautiful woman. He shook his head and took a sip of tea.

"I want to follow you!"

Ling Jianer looked at Wang Xian, his eyes flashed, and he slowly lowered his head.

"puff!"

When Wang Xian heard her words, her face looked very ugly and she couldn’t help but stand up.

"The trough, Ling Jianer, you... you are... I tell you, I can have a wife!"

Wang Xian’s big eyes looked at her.

What is this cold woman doing?

Confession.

Woori!

I have actually been confessed!

Ling Jianer heard Wang Xian’s words faintly, his face changed dramatically: “Nothing, your wife is definitely not my opponent, and I will not hurt her!”

When Wang Xian heard her words, her mouth couldn’t help but violently twitched.

However, Wang Xian and Ling Jianer did not know that at the height of tens of thousands of meters, the middle-aged and old man with white hair were watching below.

When they looked at Ling Jianer's performance, the corner of his mouth couldn't help but twitch.

Especially in middle-aged white hair, the cold face began to be cloudy.

His daughter actually said such a thing?

"Ugh!"

But he followed, and he sighed. His former daughter was also very cheerful and lively.

Nowadays, it is so cold that even his father does not recognize it. The whole person's temperament has changed greatly and he has been completely frozen.

Everything is still because of him!

Especially the sentence, your wife is not my opponent.

As a father, he knows what this sentence means, which makes his eyes slightly moist.

"The Sovereign, the demon singer beside the young man, is a demon. It seems that he is the nameless sword demon. The sword may have a good impression on the young man!"

The old man on the side looked at Wang Xian and said.

"Well, this guy is good, they don't object to their affairs!"

The white-haired middle-aged said, followed by bitterness on his face.

"I said Ling Jianer, you have a lot of thoughts. I can have not only one wife, but also six, and your strength is not the strongest among them!"

Wang Xian feels that this Ling Jianer seems to have problems in his heart.

Inexplicably confessing to himself, but also said something inexplicable.

Wang Xian, a normal person, said that it was somewhat unacceptable, and Ling Jianer did not have a place that was too good.

On the beauty, it is not comparable to the spirit show, on the body, not comparable to Ajia Ya, still cold!

For her, Wang Xian really has no idea.

"Six... six?"

She frowned slightly and her face was contemplative: "Is their relationship good?"

"Okay, of course very good!"

Wang Xian said directly.

"That's fine, I can fit into them!"

Ling Jianer thought for a moment and said again.

Wang Xian was stunned, and an incredible stare at Ling Jianer.

In the sky, the white body of the white man trembled, his face showed endless bitterness, and he shook his head slowly.

All this is his own cockroach!

The daughter of the patriarch of the Heavenly Swordsman, he had to share the same with others. This was absolutely impossible before!

(End of this chapter)