Chapter 1, 419

Murong Zuodi, at the foot of Longfeng Mountain.

Murong Xue once again came to the foot of the sacred mountain of the ancestors. Her face was worried and she had been waiting here for one day and one night, but her ancestors did not meet her.

"The ancestors, Xue asked for..." Murong Xue said again, this is the tenth time she has been here.

She knew that her ancestors did not retreat, but did not know why, but she avoided seeing herself.

At this moment, there was a stir in the distant sky, and a horrible red cloud descended from the sky. Murong Xue turned to look at it and his face could not help but be dignified.

"What are you doing here?" A handsome male voice came from the red cloud and came out of Longfeng Mountain. A white robe man came out of the red cloud.

The white robe man is Murong Zhentian. Seeing Murong Xue at the foot of Longfeng Mountain, Murong Zhentian frowned. "Not good at staying at home, what to do here! The ancestors are retreating, can you see?"

Murong Zhentian's bad tone and aggressiveness made Murong Xue feel unprecedented pressure. He brought the pressure of the quasi-sage level. Even if he is the Zongwang strongman of Tiansanjing, he still can't afford it.

"How can I not see my ancestors?" Murong Xue raised his head and looked at Murong Zhentian.

Murong Zhentian was ruthlessly cold: "Women and women, hurry and go home, don't disturb the ancestors here!"

"Murong Zhentian, you are polite!" Murong Xue can't stop, so it's also a nominal couple, why bother.

"Don't force me to shoot, after a few days you will disappear in front of me, and go to the love field with them!" Murong Zhentian seems very uncomfortable to Murong Xue, and he will go alone to Longfeng Mountain.

He wore a silver crown cap on his head. The thing was a sacristy, which allowed him to enter the Longfeng Mountain freely, but Murong Xue could not withstand the pressure of the Fengfeng Mountain Faction. He could only bite his lip and drop it there. Tears.

"Murong Zhentian, you are not a man!"

Murong's face was white and her body was a little shaken. She resisted tears and prevented herself from crying.

“Did he find out what happened that year?”

Murong Xue muttered to himself: "Why did he let me go to the love field, is he willing to let go?"

......

Longfengshan ancestral land, Murong Zhentian avoided the danger of a road, and came to the ancestral temple.

The white-haired old man is sitting in the main position, and coldly overlooking Murong Zhentian: "Shentian, Xue is good to be your wife, why are you doing this to her?"

"The ancestors, I am not clear about her things with her..." Murong shook his head and shook his head, and did not give in.

"Hey! As a man, it is so like to his wife, how to count on you to shelter countless people!" The white-haired old man is very upset.

"The ancestors, some things I really are verifying, if it is true, you will not be so partial to her..." Murong Zhentiandao.

The white-haired old man’s eyes were picked and he said: “You are really confused! If the snow was really pregnant with other people’s flesh, why did you give birth to three daughters after a few years?”

"Maybe there is such a strange secret in this world." Murong Zhentian was cold-faced, but he said a secret. "I never circled her with her, or even touched her..."

"what!"

The white-haired old man glimpsed, some could not believe: "What do you say!"

"The ancestors, Zhentian didn't want to lie to you, I did never have a house with Murong Xue. I haven't touched her for decades, even if it's a finger..." Murong Zhentian's face was bitter and cold. "If it weren't because of this, I wouldn't be like her. In the past few years, our husband and wife have just been playing on the spot. They are like a couple in front of the tribe. In fact, we have never stayed together even overnight... ”

"How could that be..." The white-haired old man also felt a little strange, looking at Murong Zhentian. "Are you sure this is true?"

Murong Zhentian nodded and said: "This is true. I don't know what happened. I have been sending people to check these years. Maybe this is related to the love field, so I want her to go to the love field..."

"Emotional domain?" The white-haired old man groaned and his face was a little dignified. "Don't you want her to go to that place?"

Murong Zhentian nodded, but the white-haired old man was hesitant, and his face was a bit ugly. He sighed: "Even if you are slender, hey, Lei Lei, they are not your own, but the children are innocent..."

"I know that they are innocent, but now is the time to make a choice..." Murong Zhentian said.

"Do you really want to be like this?" asked the white-haired old man.

"The ancestors, now the world is approaching, although our Murong family is the owner of the city of southern Fujian, but now many of the forces have become stronger, and some hidden forces have surfaced. Our Murong family is now only one of you is not Strong, if there is a saint who really comes here, I am afraid that it is difficult for us to continue, so I think it is time." Murong Zhentian's face is also not good-looking.

The white-haired old man thought about it, and then he nodded solemnly: "But, for the sake of our foundation for thousands of years, perhaps it is really time to refine that soldier, but it seems that this is too unfair to Fibres and Wenting. Up..."

"There is no fair thing in the world. Some people live to complete their fate and sacrifice for the family. This is also a glorious thing. To build a militia, they are destined to stay in the history." Murong Zhentiandao.

The white-haired old man did not refute: "Where is Wen Ting? How does the Qing family explain that you think about it?"

"As far as I know, Wen Ting is now in the west of the city of Minnan. Before that, she and the strong people of the sentimental field entered the gate of creation and came to the Nine Fairies. Now they are practicing in the city of Minnan." Murong Zhentiandao.

"Well, you must handle this matter properly. When necessary, you can go out in person, and you can't leave a trace of it..." The white-haired old man solemnly said, "The Qing family is not the same as the current year, but there may be orders. The strength of our jealousy, if it really offends them, I am afraid that it will cause a lot of trouble..."

"As long as the ancestors agreed with you, I will do this in person..." Murong Zhentian said.

"Silicon? I heard that you shut her into your world of sorrow?" The white-haired old man said.

Murong stunned and nodded: "This **** has brought a so-called sage of the love affair. It is a disciple of the heartless peak. I am afraid of the change and will buckle her up first..."

"The sage of the Holy Spirit?" The white-haired old man jumped and jumped. "The old madman who has no heart? Is he still alive?"

"Well, he has been alive, this person is an undead legend..." Murong Zhentian said.