Evil Phoenix Nitian: It’s a bit busy to torture the scum with bare hands

Chapter 488 I made a bet with him
  Now she regrets it! When you first made a bet with him, you said there was nothing wrong with betting, but you didn't expect that you would win the Lord God back.

Not being obedient or speaking out is very troublesome.

And as a sixth-grade alchemist with a mysterious identity, it is more likely that there is a great master behind him, and his master may be the true descendant of the Alchemy lineage, (and she herself, she has always thought that she is a fake ’s.) So she shouldn’t make it too difficult for him, otherwise she would have beaten him with fists and kicks if it had been someone else!

Unexpectedly, after hearing Feng Chuqi's words, this guy snorted disdainfully: "It's just a Jiuyou Palace, I don't take it seriously."

An Qing looked arrogant, looking down on Feng Chuqi.

Here’s the young master of the Danzun Sect! A Jiuyou Palace made her so nervous, she was really hopeless. And my father was captured! By the way, what does she do for a living? It is rumored that the orthodox descendant of his Alchemy lineage cannot even protect his own father. Isn't this a slap in the face of his Alchemy lineage?

hateful!

Feng Chuqi rubbed his forehead with a headache and looked helpless.

However, just when she was about to tell this kid to get out, Huoliuzui, who was holding a wine jar beside him, said lazily: "Since he wants to go, let him follow!"

Feng Chuqi was stunned and looked at Huo Liuzui, who smelled like wine, with confusion. This jealous person never liked having men around her. What happened this time? It was so strange that she actually agreed to allow a man to follow her!

However, since Zui said so, there must be his reason. She nodded and didn't ask any more questions.

However, facing such a disobedient An Qing, she had no intention of letting him go so easily: "Since you want to go with me, then go catch the carriage!"

As soon as she finished speaking, she jumped into the carriage drunkenly.

To catch... to catch a carriage?

An Qing pointed at his nose, looking in disbelief.

"What did you say? You asked me to drive... the carriage?" It must be his auditory hallucination, otherwise he is a dignified sixth-grade alchemist who is treated as a god wherever he goes, how could he be ordered to be a god? Where's the groom?

Yes, that must be the case. If it wasn't her auditory hallucination, then she was wrong!

Unexpectedly, after hearing his disbelieving voice, Feng Chuqi, who had just jumped on the carriage, turned around and said, "What? A dignified sixth-grade alchemist, you can't even drive a carriage!"

Fengchu's seven eyes were full of contempt, as if he would be an embarrassment to a sixth-grade alchemist if he didn't know how to drive a carriage.

An Qing gasped, feeling that his dignity had been seriously insulted. Without thinking deeply, he blurted out instinctively: "Who said I can't drive a carriage, I just..."

He was about to defend himself, but was interrupted by Feng Chuqi: "Since you can, then you can drive the carriage. If you don't want to, you can leave now!"

After saying this, Feng Chuqi opened the curtain and entered the carriage, ignoring him no more.

An Qing's face was livid, and his forehead was so angry that his veins were bulging.

His Highness the Ninth Prince stepped forward, patted his shoulder with great sympathy, handed the riding crop to his hand, with an expression that said, "I know how you feel at this time," and then jumped on the car, feeling secretly happy at the same time: What is the role of his majestic throne wheel? What is a groom? Didn't you see that the extremely noble sixth-grade alchemist also took the reincarnation of a groom? Hahaha! He finally found his psychological balance.

Looking at the riding crop in his hand, An Qing's face turned from green to black in an instant.

Grinding her teeth bitterly, An Qing summoned up almost all her endurance before suppressing the surging anger in her heart. Resisting the urge to throw the riding whip out of his hand, he jumped on the carriage, waved the riding whip, and resigned to his fate as a groom.

All right! As a sixth-grade alchemist, he has come this far and met his hot-tempered master. He has never suffered anything, so why should he be afraid of driving a carriage?

He endured it!
  "drive……"

With a cold shout, An Qing swung his riding whip and threw it at the horse. The horse felt pain and suddenly neighed, spread its hooves and rushed out of the city.

Seeing that An Qing endured everything to drive the carriage for her, a flash of light flashed in his slightly narrowed eyes. It seemed that An Qing was willing to stay with her, and it was not as simple as losing to her in the competition.

But these are not important. He must be curious about the origin of the "Alchemy Scroll" she learned!

But at the same time, she was also curious about his identity and origin. Did Yuan Zun have other disciples besides the direct disciple of the Evil Emperor?

How else could she explain An Qing's origin? It seemed like she would have to get some words out of him if she had time.

The carriage galloped all the way, and it was not until the evening of the third day that it arrived at the boundary of Jiuyou Hall. This made Fengchu Qi wonder: "Your Highness Ninth Prince, since it takes so long to go to your Jiuyou Palace, then you..."

"Haha! Young Master, actually I didn't go back to Jiuyou Palace, I just used some method to get in touch with the Palace Master." Apparently hearing the doubts in Feng Chuqi's words, His Highness Jiu explained: "But if If we have a flying monster, our trip will be much faster!"

There was a dark light in His Highness Ninth Prince's eyes, as if he had something to say.

Flying monster?

Feng Chuqi's eyes lit up, yes! If there was a flying monster, wouldn't it be much easier to go anywhere in the future? Why hadn't she thought of that before?
  However, she was not allowed to encounter any good things. She was not interested in anything lower than the low level, and it was almost at the level of the holy beast!
  Ahem! Fortunately, she didn't say what she was thinking, otherwise His Highness Renjiu would have to vomit blood.

Holy beast! Holy beast! She thought it was Chinese cabbage. Can she choose? Really!
  "How about we rest here tonight and return to Jiuyou Palace early tomorrow morning?" Looking at the sky, His Highness Ninth Prince asked carefully.

Feng Chuqi had been riding in the carriage for several days and felt that her bones were sore! It was okay to rest for a night before hitting the road, so he nodded immediately.

However, just at this moment, when the carriage was about to stop, Feng Chuqi suddenly felt a strange aura approaching them quickly from three miles away, and it was coming from all directions, and the people coming were quite powerful. They were obviously all Master.

The Ninth Prince was startled for a moment, then his face changed slightly, and then he said loudly: "Your Majesty the Ninth Prince is in Jiuyou Hall, I wonder who you are, why are you blocking our way?"

The voice was mixed with mysterious energy and spread far away.

However, as if in the blink of an eye, those people had come closer, and at the same time, a slightly arrogant voice sounded: "Nine Nether Palace? Haha! What a great momentum! But our sect leader heard that the young disciples of the Danzun Sect are mainly from here. I passed by, so I specially sent you to invite me, and I would like to ask His Highness Ninth Prince to come and make it convenient for you."

Just as the words fell, a fat figure fell in front of everyone without making any sound.

The person came so fast that His Highness Ninth Prince and Feng Chuqi's pupils shrank at the same time.

The visitor's cultivation level is at least above the fifth-grade throne, and the more than twenty people who came with him seem to have cultivation levels above the five-star great mystic master. It seems that the visitor is not good!

(End of this chapter)