"Miss, it’s useless to keep the **** that will die in Xiao Yu. It’s better to let General Yuan hand her over to the emperor of the Holy Land and kill her with the hand of the emperor."

The elder Ouyang certainly understands the affection of his family to Nanhua Jun. Although he has not yet figured out the family life of Nanhua Jun, the people of the Holy City have regarded Nanhua Jun as a god, and they are also worthy of his family.

The fish food in the handle of Shen Moxin was sprinkled, and he clap his hands and turned around. He said faintly: "Take her to the emperor to die!"

In addition to the heart thorns of Xiao Yu, Shen Mo core suddenly felt a lot loose.

I can't blame her. I only blame Xiao Yu for not being able to do anything. It is too close to Nanhua Jun. I want to grab a man with her. Xiao Yu is really unworthy.

Nine Saints.

In the dark, I told the Nangong Temple about the things in the palace. I thought to myself: How good is the fox who is the victim of death? His master can also cultivate with peace of mind.

In the dark night, which of the top ten families of the Holy City is not better than Xiao Yu? The woman who loves Nangong Temple is more like a river than a river. Even if she gets a smile from the master, she is happy not to be herself. Is it like Xiao Yu who doesn’t know how to be good?

After Nangong’s hearing, the black cockroaches were dark, and the little fox would really be like the dark night? Have you experienced those shackles? Is it going to die in the palace?

He is not convinced.

The little fox is better with Feng Ling. If the little fox is in danger, Feng Ling will not stand by.

This fear is another trick of the little fox.

Even so, Nangong's heart is still very uncomfortable, even want to kill, kill those who are counted by the little fox.

“Is there anything else?” Nangong asked faintly, his fingers tightened gradually, but the bottom was not as calm as the surface. He was about to break through the holy world. It should not be at that time. Only a small fox affects the state of mind.

Thinking about it in the dark night, he said: "The lord told his subordinates to tell the master. He has chosen the lady of the young master, and asked the young master to return to marriage within two months."

Nangong smashed his eyebrows. Obviously, he didn't want to hear this.

"If you have nothing, go on!"

When the night turned and left, I paused again and asked: "Will the Lord return to the Nangong Palace? The Sovereign also said that if the Lord does not return, he will cut my head."

Nangong Temple was a little absent-minded. He hadn’t had time to be happy in the dark night. He heard Nangong swearing: "Then don't go back."

After the dark night, Nangong went to the tower of the demon, hesitated for a moment, and he went on.

The magic stone exudes a strange light, as if it contains enormous energy.

"Little master, you are here." The voices of the black cloak are all happy.

Nangong Temple stands in front of the magic stone, and the dark blue light of the magic stone is like a blue mirror, as if a dark blue light is shining on his face.

"I absorbed these magic stones, can my repair be more than Feng Lingran?" His voice line did not float, just a faint question.

The magical creature slowly walked to the side of Nangong Temple, and stretched out the black hands with the bones: "Why is Feng Lingran? These magic stones can help the little master become the real king in this world, your power, no one can The existence of transcendence.

Little master, absorb these magic stones soon! As long as you have the power of these magic stones, what you want is all right. "