Her eyes did not fall on Feng Lingran's body, but fell on Nangong's body. It has nothing to do with other things. It is incredible. Nangong Temple has such a profound martial arts, and it can be compared with Feng Lingran.

After Xiao Yu was shocked, his heart burst into cold.

Since Nangong Temple is so profound in martial arts, why is the surface pretending to be weak?

This man... is very thoughtful.

"A few heartaches are broken, the intoxicators don't understand, just blame the red line of this life has been broken, love is like a rock has broken, only to know that this world is extinct, loves a thousand mouths and your last night..."

Two nights of tears in the night, still screaming and screaming, everyone laughed, Xiao Yu lived in the heart, a painful piercing into the heart.

Her little hands gradually tightened the clothes, and the delicate little face was pale as powder.

"Miss, what's wrong with you?" The slave quickly found Xiao Yu's anomaly. The smile on his face disappeared, and Xiaohua looked worriedly at Xiao Yu. Q8zc

"I was stunned."

Xiao Yu’s little face was pale, and the dark light flashed through it. It was done by Nangong.

"Hey?" The slaves frowned, and at the same time they were shocked, they flashed the bloodthirsty red light: "Who is the lady?"

He wants to kill him.

Xiao Yu closed his eyes, did not go to see Nangong, did not think about Nangong, the pain in the heart, only slightly eased.

Xiao Yu’s fingers grabbed the slave’s arm and gradually tightened: “Slavery, my business, I will solve it myself.”

She does not want slaves to help her, because, soon, the slave will find that she is not her real lady.

The powerful internal force shocked Feng Lingran and Nangong, and Feng Ling retired a few steps. He did not fall down the collapsed platform. Nangong’s feet stopped at the edge of the ring and spit out a bright red blood in his mouth.

"His Royal Highness..." In the dark night, the orchid pointed to the small lotus step and walked to the side of Nangong Temple. The "His Royal Highness" completely sang, and he shed tears and looked at Nangong Temple. This is a worry about Nangong’s words, and he’s on his lips. It turned into: "Close the door and quietly shed a tear, the son of the casually shot three thousand gold, never ask me heartbreak, who knows the taste of the red dust woman's heart?"

Nangong’s picturesque face...black.

"Ha ha ha... sing wonderful!"

Everyone laughed and leaned forward, looking at the night servant and Nangong 湚, the master servant, how to look like Nangong 湚 abandoned the night...

Xiao Yu opened his eyes again, and he had already recovered the Qingming. He saw the night singing against the Nangong. She snorted and laughed almost by her own saliva.

The look of the slave is not as easy as it was just now. Even the funny face, even if it is funny now, he can’t laugh, the black scorpion is gradually dark red, and the **** and cold sorrow is shining.

"The time of a musk has arrived..."

Nangong Temple is still standing on the collapsed platform. That is to say, this time, Feng Lingran and Nangong Temple can become the husbands of the Ling Palace.

But no one thought that... When the last word of the slave fell, the wood at the foot of Nangong’s feet suddenly broke into slag. His body shook slightly and his feet fell.

"Feng Lingran won, Feng Lingran won, Nangong lost, hahaha..." Wan Yuyu jumped up happily, excited by the twilight, Feng Ling was so powerful, even shattered at the last minute. The collapse of the foot of Nangong Temple.

These internal forces, such control, not everyone can do it.

Now, Nangong’s heart must be very bad? Even when it was about to succeed, Nangong wanted to die, right?

When Wan Yuyu saw the white face of Nangong, he was relieved.

"Feng Ling suddenly won." The slaves announced directly.

Xiao Yu’s heart trembled, Feng Ling won, and the dowry was about to appear, then...

Feng Lingran stood on the ring, turned and looked at Xiao Yu, gave her a reassuring look, and everything had him.

Xiao Yu’s beating heart was gradually solid, and he bent his lips and smiled at Feng Ling.

Nangong sees the interaction between Feng Lingran and Xiao Yu. His darkness is dark, his fingers are gradually tightening, his chest is tumbling, and suddenly he spills a blood.

Feng Lingran's internal force is too deep, and his five internal organs have been displaced.

The envious eyes of the people fell on the face of Feng Lingran. This man is really blessed. He has become the son-in-law of the Ling Palace. Although he is a female niece, he is also the male master of the Ling Palace in the future!

For a moment.

"How does the dowry have not appeared yet?" The slave nectar flashed through doubts and felt that the little girl in her arms shook a little. He comforted: "Miss, don't worry, maybe the dowry will appear a little slower, now the day is still Early on, we waited slowly, the dowry was Miss, and no one could take it."

Feng Lingran from the ring to Xiao Yu, swept the slave, and grabbed Xiao Yu.

"Feng Lingran, what are you doing?" The slaves looked at Feng Lingran unhappy, holding Xiao Yu back a few steps, but after all, they could not avoid the hands of Feng Lingran.

"This king still wants to ask you what to do? He is now a woman of the king, you are a slave, still not let go?"

"Feng Lingran, do you really think that you have won the downfall, can you have no one?"

"This king won the ring, it is the husband of the child."

"I haven't been there yet, Miss and you have nothing to do with it."

"Is the palace wanting to go back?"

Feng Lingran's voice is so thick that it is enough for everyone here to hear it. Everyone has begun to talk about it and point to the slaves.

Feng Lingran saw the discolored face of the slave, and his mouth was slightly raised: "The slave girl, you should not want to let the reputation of the spiritual palace be destroyed by your hand? This is a well-known thing, but it is still known now. Posted in front of the palace."

The face of the slave is as cold as frost, the peach blossoms are full of blood, the dark road, and the lady’s dowry appears, when I am packing you.

In front of this spiritual palace, he does not care about him for the time being.

Feng Lingran a little force, and hugged Xiao Yu in his arms. The slender fingers licked her body, as if to get rid of the bacteria on Xiao Yu’s body: "Hey, your clothes are dirty, wait for you to go back and change. A new one."

The blood in the slave's peach blossoms is even worse, and Feng Ling is really too much.

Xiao Yu quietly pulled Feng Lingran's sleeves, so that he would not say more, offended the slaves, and did not benefit them.

The contest ended, and everyone left.

After about an hour.

A young man in a blue robe walked over with a little girl, and the little girl looked like Xiao Yu.

"Peace." Wan Yuyu looked at the little girl in surprise, and soon, his face showed a happy color: "This son thought you were gone, worried about you, I didn't expect you to appear, just right! Just right."

At this moment, the efficacy of the dark night passed, and both eyes stared at Wan Yuyu with anger, and picked up the sword on the ground, and suddenly went to the heart of Wan Yuyu.

"Ah~ Lingran saved me."

Wan Haoyu’s sound of killing pigs sounded.

Feng Ling was flashing in the cold color, pulling out the sword at the waist, palms of luck, the sword quickly flew out, blocking the fatal blow for Wan Yu.

Wan Yuyu climbed to the back of Feng Lingran, swallowed his mouth and pointed at the dark night: "You are too embarrassed by his mother. When you sing, this son has not taken the opportunity to kill you. , but you have a killer for this son?"

Wan Yuyu's words are like a knife cut in the heart of the dark night, he lived so big, why was it so shameful?

Can kill can not be humiliated.

The dark eyes of the dark night smashed in the front of Wan Yu’s feathers.

"Night, come back."

Nan Gongyi saw Feng Lingran's sword light, and the pupils shrank slightly, and the cold voice commanded.

The night was still hurt by the sword of Feng Lingran, and the blood spit out a few blood.

"There is no such thing as a lively door in front of the Ling Palace. I don't send anyone to inform me? Slave, do you really think that you can cover the sky in the Ling Palace?" The man who came to the house was soft and the mouth was slightly raised.

"What are you doing?" The slave saw the man, and the peach blossoms flashed unpleasantly.

"The slave is a fool, can I not come?"

"When the lady left you a life and rushed you out of the palace, you should be far away."

The man suddenly laughed, and the soft voice was like the **** who was netted in the palace. He put his hands on the shoulders of Xia Er: "Slavery, I am coming back to help you. You don't think the treasure left by my sister is still Didn't appear, has a lot to do with the little girl you brought back?"

"Xiao Yu, you don't deserve to mention my wife, and I don't deserve to be my wife's brother." The slave's peach blossom suddenly became bright red, full of bloodthirsty killings.

Xiao Yu’s small hand on the chest of Feng Ling’s chest shook a little, and saw the cherished child. Suddenly, there was a illusion that the child was a slave girl.

"Blood is thicker than water. The blood I flow is the same blood as your wife and lady." Xiao Yu raised his delicate face and smiled and said: "I am sorry, right?"

Xiao Yu’s heart was shocked. Sure enough, Xi’an was the real lady of slavery. She appeared in Kyushu City, not accidentally.

"I am right." The cherished child was nervous. She sneaked a glimpse of Feng Ling, and told her that she was in front of the palace. Then the person who won in the end is Feng Wangye?

The slave girl recognized Xiao Yu as a lady, and now Feng Wangye is holding Xiao Yu, and Feng Wangye must have won.

The heart of the child trembled, she never thought that there was a day, and she was fortunate to have a couple with Feng Lingran.

The slaves' scarlet eyes looked at Xiao Yu and moved to the delicate little face of Xia Er. They gradually raised their eyebrows and shook their heads: "Xiao Yu, you can't use this girl to lie to me, the taste of the lady, I remember, it will never be her."

"Nu, you are too confident, you are in the blood for so long, as long as it is immersed in your body's blood, you will be considered a familiar taste, how do you know, the little girl you brought back, her parents' Blood, is it in your hands? Is it your blood in your blood?"

The face of the slave demon charm changed slightly, and the doubtful eyes seemed to begin to doubt Xiao Yu.

"Nu, if you don't believe, let the man who won today come over. When his lips touch the lips of Xi'er, the treasure will appear." Xiao Yu looked at the slave.

"No." Xiao Yu’s voice suddenly sounded. Her fingers clenched Feng Ling’s clothes on her chest and frowned and said, “I will not let you kiss her.”