Remnant King and Poisonous Concubine: Fourth Miss Against Heaven

Seeing that Xiyue had no doubts tomorrow, she felt a little relieved, and hoped that she would never have any doubts. Then, tomorrow, she urged Xiyue and Moqin to go on the road, and did not let out a long breath until seeing them leave far away.

The breeze blows, and tomorrow stands proudly, with his hands behind his back, his aura is full of arrogance, showing the domineering arrogance of a king, until his consciousness has expanded a thousand miles, and he has not seen Xiyue and Moqin, tomorrow is cold Turning around coldly, his eyes overflowed with a trace of cruelty.

When the fist was clenched, there was a crackling sound.

God is evil.

I hope he has the heart to accept this gauntlet, this battle of life and death, no matter what, he must help Xi'er get the Lingzhu.

A gust of wind blew up behind him, and the demonic aura shot up into the sky in an instant.

He didn't speak tomorrow, but turned his back to the strong wind, and he said in a low voice until the purple figure passed behind him.

"You came."

Di Shangxie folded his arms around his chest, with a half-smile, tilted his head and stared coldly at tomorrow, then stood up straight again, and said with a smile.

"Immortal Emperor, unexpectedly, you also have today, falling into reincarnation and enduring the pain of reincarnation."

A smile flashed in his eyes when he lowered his head tomorrow, then he turned around slowly, looked directly at Di Shangxie, and he replied after a long time.

"It depends on how you look at it. The emperor is evil. Although I have entered the world as a human being, I have the happiness and happiness that the fairy world does not have. Isn't this a kind of harvest?"

"Besides, entering the world means refining the world, and what is the difference between being in the fairy world?"

……

Shang Xie's eyes darkened, he knew that what Ouyang Mingri said was right, he clenched his long fingers tightly, and suddenly felt a little annoyed, he knew that Xiyue and Ouyang Mingri were married, that is to say, Murong Xiyue It's already his.

Why.

It was so thousands of years ago, and it is so now.

The seal of marriage in his hand had disappeared out of thin air. From then on, Di Shangxie began to suddenly understand that he might have been fooled by Ouyang Mingri.

now,

They have the seal of marriage, they are destined husband and wife, but Di Shangxie doesn't want to give up like this, after searching for the result for thousands of years, he still loses in the end.

This is not his character, and it is also a provocation that he cannot break through as a king, so he will definitely fight to the end.

"Ouyang Mingri, your avatar is not my opponent."

In one sentence, tomorrow was brought back to its original shape. Ouyang Mingri's complexion changed slightly, but he was still as handsome as a breeze, looking at the emperor lightly, with confidence overflowing in his eyes.

With his hands behind his back, he was domineering and awe-inspiring.

"God is evil, you can give it a try."

Shangxie's pace faltered, and he looked at Ouyang Mingri strangely. He is an immortal emperor, so even if he is a mortal now, he must bring a treasure from the immortal world. Therefore, if you really want to defeat him, don't be careless.

"Ouyang Mingri, if the emperor kills you today, do you think Murong Xiyue will die with you?"

With a flash of mind light in tomorrow's palm, the powerful power of the spinning nest spun crazily. He raised his hand and hit Di Shangxie fiercely. Di Shangxie's eyes immediately turned purple, and his long hair reaching the ground was arrogant. While flying, his body jumped into the air, spinning like an arrow and shooting towards the side.

"Hahaha……"

Suspended in the air, Di Shangxie put his arms around his chest, condescending.

"Ouyang Mingri, you are not my opponent. I will still tease you and quit by myself. After all, I don't want to be an enemy of the fairy world."

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