The fate of the fox demon crosses three lives

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"Okay, let's talk, and explain your identity clearly."

Bringing the setting sun of Wang Quan to an empty and deserted corner, Bai Jiu stopped, turned around to look at the setting sun of Wang Quan, and said.

"Identity? What is there to explain? I am the ordinary Qinglin Jiao family that was left outside."

Wang Quan Luoyang was taken aback for a moment, narrowed his eyes slightly, then touched the back of his head and smiled innocently.

Bai Jiu frowned, stretched out his hand to grab the void, and a long spear appeared from the air, pointing directly at the setting sun of the king, with a chill, he snorted coldly: "Don't force me to do it, is it true that there are so many green-scaled dragon geniuses in the foreign race? One came a few days ago, and I had some doubts, but another one came today and said! What is your relationship with Xiaoqing!"

"Wait, do you know Xiaoqing?"

Wang Quan Luoyang glanced at Bai Jiu in astonishment.

The spear in Bai Jiu's hand still did not put down, she nodded slightly: "I know, the relationship is not bad. Wait! Now I am questioning you!"

"Ahem, now that we know each other, it's easy to handle. I won't hide it anymore. I'm not from the Qinglin Jiao family."

Wang Quan sunset waved his hand, looking indifferent.

But just in case, I added a sentence: "But don't worry, I am Xiaoqing's friend."

"You should be the master that Xiao Qing said, right?"

After confirming her identity, Bai Jiu took back the aggressive spear in her hand with peace of mind, and her words became gentle and calm.

"En." Wang Quan Luo Sun nodded slightly.

Seeing it, Bai Jiu showed joy, but soon collapsed and said, "Oh, you shouldn't have come."

"why?"

Wang Quan Luoyang touched his chin with interest and asked.

"Do you know Xiaoqing's bloodline?"

Seeing that the setting sun of the king was indeed completely unaware, Bai Jiu was silent for a while, and then said.

"I know, the blood of the Qinglin Jiao." Wang Quan Luoyang responded without thinking.

"No! That's the only way to say it, yes and no."

Bai Jiu directly vetoed Wang Quan's words, with a slightly dignified face, and continued: "Xiaoqing's Qinglin Jiao bloodline has undergone a mutation, and the direction of the mutation is benign. It is a good thing to have a future strong man return. But the strength of Xiaoqing's bloodline made the old guys of our clan and my father feel jealous and afraid. Because our clan has always followed the eternal rules, whoever has the stronger and thicker blood of the Qinglin Jiao, then the next patriarch should be Take over, but Xiaoqing was born from a foreign clan, and more or less old guys in the clan don't agree with outsiders taking over the future patriarch's position."

"As for the patriarch of Qinglinjiao, that is, my father, he decided to marry sister Xiaoqing to my brother in a few days. On the day of marriage, sister Xiaoqing's blood will be stolen and handed over to my brother. And we You should understand how important the blood of a monster is, if sister Xiaoqing's blood is really stolen, she might not live for a few days."

"..."

After listening to Bai Jiu's words, Wang Quan Luoyang propped his chin, leaned against the wall and began to meditate.

He probably figured out what was going on. Xiaoqing's clan members were jealous of Xiaoqing's bloodline, but Xiaoqing was always a foreigner, and he definitely couldn't be allowed to inherit the position of patriarch. He felt that he forced Xiaoqing to marry him, and that he was doing stealthy things.

"Oh, it's really a good plan."

After making sense, Wang Quan Luoyang sneered a few times, the fierce murderous aura looming on his body.

"Aren't you also from the Qinglin Jiao clan? Would you be so kind to tell me?"

Wang Quan Luoyang glanced at Bai Jiu and said coldly.

"It's pretty smart, indeed, of course I have a request." Bai Jiu poked her chin with her fingertips, and watched the sunset of King Quan with a smile.

Wang Quan Luoyang rolled his eyes at Bai Jiu, and said, "Say it, it's within my ability."

"Take me and my sister and get out of here."

……

In an ancient building, Xiaoqing was sitting in front of the table without saying a word, with a smile on his face, he said to the young man in front of him: "Master Patriarch, Xiaoqing listens to you, marrying the young patriarch will be fine." good."

He was obviously smiling, but his complexion was not as rosy as a normal person's. Instead, it was full of haggardness. Even the crow's feet were faintly visible, as if every time he took a breath, he was aging rapidly.

"That's fine."

Patriarch Qinglin Jiao stroked his beard in relief, glanced at Xiaoqing, and said hoarsely: "Since you have agreed, then follow me to meet your future husband."

"Yeah." Xiaoqing nodded with dull eyes.

Now she regrets so much that her intestines are green. If she didn't come to this so-called Qinglin Jiao family, these things would not have happened.

Seeing Xiaoqing's response, the Qinglinjiao patriarch turned around and left the house.

Seeing this, Xiaoqing obediently followed behind him.

"Don't worry, I will never go back on what I promised you."

Seeing Xiaoqing's mood swings, the Qinglin Jiao patriarch who was walking at the forefront said in a deep voice.

"Thank you, Patriarch."

Xiaoqing thanked feebly.

……

Spacious and bright training ground.

Many young and youthful young girls in plain robes sat around cross-legged, staring at the center of the field, where two figures were quickly confronting each other.

The two people in the arena are both about 20 years old. The young man on the right has a tall body, a handsome face, bright eyes under his brows, and a good figure and temperament. Not to mention other things, just this top-notch good skin attracts the attention of the audience. When some young girls stared at them with bright eyes, they looked at each other with a hint of shyness.

And these young girls are naturally the rookies of Qinglin Jiao's generation.

"Brother Qinghai! Come on!"

There was also a brave girl cheering.

And in front of the young man named Qing Hai, there was a burly young man with a rough face and dark skin. Compared with Qing Hai, he was really like a man and a black bear.

So when he heard the voices of those girls cheering for Qinghai, he immediately grinned with jealousy, but fearing Qinghai's identity, he could only click his tongue inwardly, and immediately said: "Young patriarch! Let's have a showdown!"

"it is good."

Qinghai recovered his demon power a few times, and nodded in response.

As soon as the young man stepped out, the floor trembled a bit, his fist cut through the space, and there was a faint sound of breaking wind, like a fist with the weight of a mountain smashing towards Qinghai in front of him.

Seeing him, Qinghai didn't change his face, his expression was calm, following a flash of his eyes, he easily turned his body to avoid the heavy fist, poured all the demonic power into his right arm, and suddenly punched, when the young man lost his strength and lost his mind He was punched and flew away, like an arrow from the string, he flew down from the ring, but he just fainted and did not suffer much damage.

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(End of this chapter)