Wan Yuyu grabbed Xiao Yu's wrist and his emotions were very excited: "He is cold and poisonous, but you still let him use internal forces. Do you think he is not fast enough?"

Xiao Yu’s wrist was hurt by Wan Yu’s feathers. He couldn’t take care of it. When he heard Wan Yu’s words, Xiao Yu’s heart trembled. She didn’t know that Feng Ling’s cold poison was so serious that he could not use internal forces.

Xiao Yu’s head banged and suddenly thought that Feng Lingran had already released the soul of the purple clothes. Then the purple clothes should be used for cultivation. Should there be nothing?

Wan Yuyu saw Xiao Yan's face instantly white, a look of uninformed, he smashed Xiao Yu's wrist: "You really care too much about him."

After that, Wan Yuyu took out the lupin from the waist, squinted at the back of the black man, and shot the poisonous needle as fine as a cow.

Wan Yuyu solved a few black people, and Feng Ling quickly took the sword. The black people around him stood there like dolls of different shapes, with various tearing movements, after a while. They all fell to the ground, or the arms, or the body, or the legs. If you look closely, you will find that almost every dead black man has been removed.

The black man’s shoulder was sorely visible on the shoulder, and the blood was flowing. He looked at the dead brother on the ground. He looked like a dusty soil and knew that he was dead. He lifted his sword and wiped it off his neck.

Jingle.

The sword in the hands of the black man fell to the ground, the white light flashed, and the acupuncture points on his body were also ordered.

The black man looked at Feng Lingran standing in front of him, and suddenly he felt a cold and cold feeling in his heart. He gnashed his teeth and said: "To kill, to shave, to listen to respect."

Feng Lingran used the tip of the sword to pick up the black cloth on the black man's face. The middle-aged face of about thirty years old, he asked indiscreetly: "Who sent you to kill the king?"

The black man sneered: "The rules on the rivers and lakes, I think the Regent King also knows, this seat will never sell the employer."

Feng Ling raised his hand and placed it under the nose. He coughed twice and the twilight flashed dark.

When Wan Yuyu heard Feng Ling’s cough, his face changed and he walked quickly. While taking the medicine from his arms, he asked: “Let’s...”

Feng Lingran his hand and interrupted Wan Yuyu. The sword in the right hand picked the lips of the black man: "This king has heard that you like to do this in your teeth. This king is very curious. Is the poison hidden in the middle of the tooth? Your thick lip seems to be a bit in the way."

The black man’s heart sank and felt the pain in his lips. In front of him, there was a piece of flesh and blood flying. He was like a gray eyes, and gradually came out of fear. After a while, the black man had no lips, and Bai Sensen had blood. The teeth are exposed, the autumn wind blows, and the painful cone is biting.

The black man wants to swear, but this mouth has already broken, and he has to move a little, and he is not as good as death. His eyes are scared and staring at Feng Lingran, hating like a mountain.

The tip of the sword pierced the root of the black man, moving slowly upwards. The black man’s forehead had already been covered with a layer of cold sweat. I thought that Feng Lingran’s general king who was fighting with the army, the killing was also bold, no. I thought that Feng Ling was so dark and despicable, and he was tortured by this means.

Wan Yuyu moved away from the line of sight. In the past, he felt that the means of tormenting people was first-class. Now it seems that there are slaves who must have their own masters. Feng Lingran does not take it by himself, and he is hands-on... too bloody...

The teeth of the black man fell on the ground, and each one was pierced into the root of the tooth by the sharp tip of the phoenix, slowly picking it up. He was also seriously injured and broke his bones. The pain at that time was insignificant compared to the present.

The black man finally couldn't hold on. Death is not terrible for him. The terrible thing is to encounter Feng Lingran, a demon that makes you feel better than death.

"I said... I said..."

Feng Ling’s fingers stopped, and the flesh-and-blood teeth that the black man was about to pick out also stopped hurting.

The black man’s whole face trembled and said: “The Prince of the Holy Spirit, the Prince of the Holy Land spent a lot of money to let me kill you.”

Helian gale?

Feng Lingran's eyebrows were close. Suddenly, he flashed a strange cold light, took back the sword, and turned to Xiao Yu's side. Shen Sheng said: "The Regent's Palace may be in trouble. Dear, you will leave with Wan Yuyu. The king will pick you up when he handles the things in the house."

Wan Yuyu's face was extremely bad, and immediately said: "No, Lingran, you can't go back to the government, don't forget, the cold poison on your body, the Regent's palace has a small seven, and there will be no major events in the accident. Ling Ran, The cold poison on your body can't be dragged anymore, now you have to go back to the valley with me."

After Wan Yuyu finished, seeing Feng Lingran's unclear look, he pulled Xiao Yu's sleeves and asked her to help.

Wan Yuyu is also a thick skin. Just now he was angry with Xiao Yu, and now he is seeking Xiao Yu. However, Wan Yuyu is also a singer and a singer.

Feng Lingran suddenly reached out and pulled Xiao Yu into his arms. Coldly said: "Since you are not willing to take your nephew to leave, let her follow the king!"

After he finished, he no longer paid attention to Wan Yuyu, and Yun Gong left with Xiao Yu.

Wan Hao Yuqi almost crapped, he did not understand, Feng Ling is for the safety of Wangfuli people, although Feng Lingran is ruthless, but the heart is a heavy heart and righteousness, will not look at the Regent Palace into In distress.

Wan Haoyu sighed in his heart and saw the leader of the black man who had not died. He shook his feather and shot a poisonous silver needle.

If you are so alive, he will do a good deed and help him die soon!

The wind whispered in the ear, Xiao Yu looked at the man who carried her for her hard work, and looked cold and savage, and could not hide the violent and killing intentions.

Why did the Prince of the Holy Spirit send people to kill Feng Lingran?

Could it be that Gu Ruran’s matter was passed to the ears of Helian’s gale?

Xiao Yu’s heart was shocked. This incident was only known to the people in the Regent’s palace. Was it not the regent’s palace?

still is……

Xiao Yu also thought of Xia Er, the vicious woman can enter the palace without knowing it, please come to Zhu Xu to deal with her. This matter may also be arranged in advance. However, there is a doubt, and Chery wants her to die and replace it. She shouldn't be doing such a stupid thing, exposing Gu Ruran's things to Helian's gale.

"Hey, are you afraid?" Feng Ling suddenly asked.

Xiao Yu converges on his mind and confronts him with black sorrow: "You are not a purple coat."

Feng Ling laughed, and between the eyebrows, violently dispersed, gentle and flat: "Those black people want to kill the king, this matter has nothing to do with the purple clothes."

The meaning of the words, his own things, to solve their own, do not need purple clothes to intervene.

Xiao Yu had some accidents. He would say this. He couldn’t help but look at him differently. After all, the thing that the beast had done to her was not a principle or a bottom line.

Feng Ling hugged her and said slowly: "Maybe you will feel that the king is cruel and bloody, but if the king does not use those means, he will not be able to ask the truth in his mouth, and will make the king and you into danger." ""

Xiao looked at him with amazement. Is he explaining to her?

Feng Ling saw her eyes staring at herself. He leaned down and kissed her lips twice. He didn't go deep: "Hey, don't be afraid of me."

Xiao Yu groaned, feeling the lip still left his cold lips cold temperature, her pupil flashed through the color, the little hand touched Feng Lingran's back, and sure enough, the cold piece, she suddenly panicked: "Feng Ling Of course, your hand... your hand is so good, is your cold poison attacking again?"

Feng Ling smiled cheerfully: "Do you care about me?"

Cold poison has already started, where is the word "again"? However, it is only in depth, he does not care.

Xiao Xiao’s little hand tightened his big palm and broke his mouth: “Have you ever thought that if you go back like this, you might be dead?”

The smile on Feng Ling’s face is deeper: “You really care about me.”

At this point, Xiao Yu wanted to break the smile on his face. Can this person be serious? I was occupied by the purple clothes for a few days, and my brain was broken by the purple clothes.

Xiao Yu took a deep breath and she told herself that in the body of this person, there is her master, she wants to be calm and calm...

"I care about you, I care about your body. We are going to find Wan Yuyu now, let him help you to cure the cold poison."

Feng Ling laughed and kissed her on her little mouth and looked up: "It's too late, little things, we have arrived home."

"..." Xiao Yu.

There is silence in the regent's palace, and the housekeepers and slaves in the palace seem to disappear, and the sound of the wind and the fallen leaves can be heard quietly.

Xiao Yu felt very bad in her heart. She seemed to have a trap waiting for her and Feng Ling to jump down. She looked at Feng Ling’s side, and she looked like a face, and her looks were normal. color.

The psychological quality of this embarrassment is really strong enough, and the cold poisoning episode is so serious that he can still be as stable as Taishan and show the spectrum of the political king.

About a hundred steps into the Regent's palace, Xiao Yu saw Qin Wen, and hundreds of slaves in the government, all tied hands and feet, soldiers around, swords in their hands around their necks.

"Wang Ye... Xiao girl..." Qin Wen whispered, and Feng Lingran and Xiao Yu shook their heads. When they wanted to let them go, the neck was touched with a blood mark.

Xiao Yu was shocked and his fingers flicked very quickly. The purple light flew the knife in the hands of the soldiers, which saved Qin Wen’s life.

"The Regent King is good at his hand." The sound of the slow applause sounded, and the gale of Helian came out.

Feng Ling grabbed Xiao Yu’s hand and gently pinched it, so that she should not make a mess. He calmly said to He Lianli: “What is the meaning of the Holy Prince? With so many soldiers, the King’s regent Wangfu? Um?"

"The holy capital is married to the Eastern Jin Dynasty. This is a good thing for Double Happiness. The prince is also happy for the cousin, but I did not expect that you would put it in the dungeon and let her live a life that is not a ghost or a ghost. Regent, do you have the Holy Spirit in your eyes?"

When the cousin was in the Holy City, it was the little princess in his hand. Feng Ling dared to torture the little princess in his hand into that look, he must bear his anger.