The sturdy favorite concubine: the remnant king is coming to the bowl

Chapter 122 Whip the Corpse, Let Your Bones Leave Nothing

He tightened his arms and hugged her tightly, and his hoarse voice came into her ears, "Feng Qianya, remember, you are not allowed to die without the king's approval, otherwise, the king will whip your corpse , leaving you with no bones left."

Hearing Xuanyuan Mochen's words, Feng Qianya raised her eyebrows and looked at him, with a beautiful smile on her lips, "Okay, if there is a day, I promise you that I will have no bones left, you'd better turn me into ashes , make a sachet, wear it by your side every day, let me turn into a ghost, haunt you day and night, until you also come down to accompany me."

Looking at Feng Qianya's smiling face like a flower, Xuanyuan Mochen's coquettish phoenix eyes slightly narrowed, his eyes became firmer, his crimson lips parted slightly, and his tone was domineering, "This king will not give you a chance to turn into a ghost, this king will definitely Ask the most powerful mage to let you return the sun."

After saying that, he withdrew his big hands around her waist, hugged her more tightly, and looked down at her, "I will take you up first before we talk about it."

"You don't have this chance." Just as Xuanyuan Mochen finished speaking, a harsh voice sounded.

At the same time as his voice disappeared, an extremely powerful purple air formed a purple air current, turned into a sharp air sword, and shot Xuanyuan Mochen directly.

And Xuanyuan Mochen didn't check for a while, and before he had time to resist, the Qi sword formed by the purple air pierced through his body, his face changed drastically, he opened his mouth and spurted out a big mouthful of blood, and the big hand wrapping around Feng Qianya's waist gradually slipped weakly, The moment his body fell to the bottom of the cliff, his voice came from the bottom of the cliff.

"Feng Qianya, let... this king live well."

Immediately, the bottom of the cliff returned to calm, surrounded by deep clouds and fog, and there was no more sound.

Feng Qianya grabbed the branch supporting her, at the moment Xuanyuan Mochen fell to the bottom of the cliff, she reached out to grab him, but she didn't even touch his robe.

She looked down at the bottom of the cliff surrounded by deep clouds and mist, her apricot eyes gathered hostility, and the piercing and murderous light seemed to destroy the world, those eyes gradually turned red, burning clusters of bloodthirsty flames .

Her sword-like stern eyes shot at the man in the ghost mask who knocked Xuanyuan Mochen off the cliff. She clenched her jade hands tightly, and the manjusawa that seemed to be soaked in blood appeared between her brows, blooming bewitchingly, but her voice was like What came out of the ten thousand zhang icy pool was unprecedentedly cold and bitter, "I, Feng Qianya, swear, if I don't die, I will smash your corpse into thousands of pieces and shatter your bones into ashes."

Her icy voice pierced into the ears of the man in the ghost mask like a thousand years of ice.

A bewitching smile appeared on the corner of her lips, she let go of the branches with her jade hands, and her alluring body fell off the cliff, like a concubine-colored butterfly piercing through layers of clouds and mist, flying towards the bottom abyss.

The man in the ghost mask saw Feng Qianya fall to the bottom of the cliff, her beautiful and alluring smile was deeply imprinted in his mind, and the pair of scissor eyes that seemed to turn everything in the world into nothingness, even more so. In his mind, her arrogant and resolute words echoed in his ears again and again, as if she was still in his ears.

His extremely fierce and sharp eyes looked at the bottom of the cliff. He heard Xuanyuan Mochen's voice on the top of the cliff just now, so he knew that he was not dead, but Xuanyuan Mochen must die now.

He stared at the bottom of the cliff for a long time before flying up to the top of the cliff and leaving.

There is a sea under the cliff. The sound of the waves is like a roaring tiger. The waves one after another are surging and surging, setting off waves of rage, floating like beautiful folds of the sea.

(End of this chapter)