The Return of the Phoenix

Chapter 137 Kite

Seeing this eye, the saint's original aloof attitude became extremely respectful and humble, "The fiftieth saint Becky begged to see the Holy Lord."

"What's the matter?" The eyes on the stone door moved, and the hoarse and sharp voice was like sand rubbing against the glass window, extremely ear-piercing.

"Tomorrow is the Valentine's Day." The saint Becky lowered her eyebrows and lowered her eyes. At this moment, she didn't look like a saint at all, just like a slave, waiting for her master's favor.

"Come in!" Hearing the Love Festival, the voice was obviously looking forward to it.

After saying this, the eyes on the door disappeared, and the stone door rumbled open to both sides.

The saint stepped in and stepped on the ground with her bare feet, regardless of whether the ground was dirty or not.

Leng Wuyou rolled his eyes and thought, is it so difficult to wear shoes?It's good now, I just stepped on the ground, look at how dirty the ground is!
Behind the stone gate is a huge space, which is huge, twice the size of the Saintess Hall. The green will-o'-the-wisps on the surrounding stone walls emit a faint green light, which is very gloomy, and countless black light clusters are flying up and down in mid-air , struggling and roaring.

A bag bulges out from this black group, and a bag bulges out from that black group, as if there are countless demons imprisoned inside, struggling to tear apart all the prisons and crawl out.

On the high platform of the hall, a huge golden throne was placed on it, and a person wearing a black cloak was sitting there.

Her whole body was wrapped in a cloak, and she couldn't see clearly, so she didn't know whether she was a man or a woman.

Becky also came to the underground palace for the first time. Seeing everything in front of her, although she was dazed and shocked, she did not lose her composure, because the Holy Lord was looking down on her from the throne.

"Becky, I have seen the Holy Lord." Becky bent down and bowed, her head lowered, she didn't dare to look at the person on the throne, so she didn't see it. The person on the throne raised his head , revealing the face under the cloak, it was a skeleton with no flesh, and a cluster of will-o'-the-wisps flickered in the eye sockets.

With a strange expression on the face of the skinless skeleton, she got up from the throne and walked slowly to the saint Becky step by step.

Becky lowered her head, saw the corner of the black clothes in front of her was stagnant, and just about to raise her head, Tianling Gai felt a sharp pain, and she suddenly opened her eyes wide, her pupils filled with disbelief.

"No..." The saint could not make a sound, but asked silently with her eyes.

Why?Why did the Holy Lord kill her, what did she do wrong?Puzzled!
"You are the food I selected in shock." The hoarse voice gradually became clear and ethereal. The original skeleton man had flesh and blood, and flesh and blood were growing on the face of the skeleton, while the body of the saint under her palm began to dry up. Flesh was sucked into her palm layer by layer.

The saintess widened her eyes, and the last thing she saw was a face that was so familiar to her bones, it was, "Holy maiden kite."

"Well, since you recognized me, it's a pity that there is no reward!" Yuan smiled, narrowing her phoenix eyes, and the black irises at the end of her eyes made her charming and enchanting.

Leng Wuyou, who was hiding in the dark, darkened, Yuan?If she remembered correctly, the first-generation saint of Love Flower City was named Yuan.

But didn't the kite die a thousand years ago?What's the situation now, scammer?Obviously not, because this kite has used a special secret method to survive until now.

Back then, she had paid a high price to kill that pair of dogs and men, just like her body of flesh and blood.

She returned to the throne and tapped her fingers in the void.

A white light cluster suddenly appeared in the air.

Feeling the familiar breath, a shadow raised its head, because the soul body was too illusory to see her appearance clearly, but Leng Wuyou could still feel that this was a very beautiful woman.

Like an orchid in an empty valley, elegant and generous.

(End of this chapter)