Miss Waste Chai is about to turn over: Concubine Phoenix Summoner

Chapter 376

"What?" Nan Fengqing hadn't heard someone call him "Wu Qing" for a long time, and when he heard it again today, his head buzzed, feeling as if he had passed away.

"Don't you have that name?" Bai Yinyue frowned, "The holy lake is a place of beauty, and the person it chooses must be very suitable for the ring it bred. Since you are the contractor of the magic sea ring , it should be called Wu Qing, that's right, when Jieling Zhuoxue was conceived, I was the first person I saw, so my appearance was exactly the same as mine, and later he simply named himself Yinyue, I heard Zhuoxue say ...His master is called Wu Qing."

"You can call me that." Nan Fengqing nodded.

"Since you have seen the Holy Lake and understood the origin of the Illusory Sea Ring, then... From now on, you will be the new City Lord of Illusory Sea City." Bai Yinyue raised a faint smile on her delicate and unparalleled face. Smiling, "The holy lake represents the purest and most holy power of the Fengjiao Continent, but the Mielin Ring and the Nirvana Ring bred by it are rings with destructive power. Those who contract this kind of ring will set off a wave on the mainland. It is a bloody storm, your mission is to stop this killing as soon as possible and restore a peaceful sky."

"Sounds easy." Nan Feng twitched the corners of his lips.

"I forgot to remind you, Xiegu has been developing for a long time, so the accumulated strength should not be underestimated... and as the previous owner of the fantasy sea city, I have only trained 81 summoners. The only thing I can give you is them " Bai Yinyue saw that Nan Fengqing's face turned dark, and said again: "You don't have to worry too much, there are a lot of beasts in Phoenix City, and there are many beasts contracted by King Yanfeng himself, he will help you , I believe you will fight this war very smoothly.”

"Is Long Muming really the evil master?" Nan Feng asked after a long silence.

"...It's absolutely true. Moreover, he has already set off to come to Fengjuan." Bai Yinyue sighed, "Because the sky is ruthless, the sky never grows old, and love is hard to cut off..."

Nan Fengqing returned to the spar hut.

Feng Jinyou was leaning leisurely under the green tree in front of the door, dressed in white clothes that were more snowy, his handsome white face was born with a heroic spirit, and his deep and dark purple eyes were deep and clear. Seeing her coming back, he opened his arms and opened his lips. There was her familiar evil smile beside her: "Welcome back, my lady."

A warm feeling rose in Nan Fengqing's heart, and she also opened her upper arms and hugged him, sniffing the cold fragrance of his body, feeling inexplicably relieved.

"A letter from Phoenix City, I'm afraid there are a lot of things that need to be dealt with recently." Feng Jinyou's cold voice rang in her ears.

"Ah."

Nanfeng returned to Yunshang Continent, only to find that the walls of the street were almost covered with her portraits. The woman in the paintings smiled sweetly, and the tens of thousands of paintings were obviously made by the same person——Long Muming .

For a moment, Nan Fengqing felt a little uncomfortable.

But she couldn't bear to be depressed for a long time, and someone among the people recognized her: "Isn't this the woman the emperor ordered to search for?"

"Yeah yeah, I look like..."

"I think she's even more beautiful than in the painting."

"Are you impatient to live? The woman the emperor loves is also something you can get your hands on?"

……

Nan Fengqing's pretty face darkened, and he decisively returned to the fantasy space, and changed his appearance before he dared to appear on the street of Yunshang Continent again.

Set foot on this land again, the past is vivid, but it seems as if a century has passed.

Here has carried her laughter and witnessed her growth.

Now this continent is unified under the unified country name "South" and the year name "Yongqing".

Nan Fengqing was walking in Wuliu City. When she came to Nan Feng Shaojue's grave, she found that the grave was deserted. There was only one tree standing alone. Under the tree sat a man in shabby clothes. There was a puddle of dried blood under the man's body. He was sitting by the root of the tree, with his upper body leaning against the trunk, his head raised high, his face as pale as paper, and a red dress that was worn out but dazzling.

(End of this chapter)