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

Chapter 242 Ya'er was furious and stabbed him six swords
Hearing the words, the silver-masked man jumped off the ground, narrowed his purple eyes slightly, and said in a cold tone: "You misidentified the person."

"Really? Baby!"

Feng Qianya's voice came from behind, and the silver-faced man was slightly stunned. The "baby" sounded like a turbulent sea in his heart, and suddenly there was a huge wave, hitting his heart.

He clenched his big white hands tightly, narrowed his eyes sharply, turned around, and said in a cold tone: "I don't... um..."

Before he finished speaking, he snorted, and stared at Feng Qianya in disbelief with his purple eyes, she actually stabbed him with a sword.

His handsome brows were furrowed, his big white hands were tightly clenched, and he stared down at his chest. Pools of dark red blood flowed out like fire roses in full bloom, spreading on his silver-white robe, bright and dazzling.

Xuanyuan Liluo saw that the red luan sword in Feng Qianya's hand pierced into the chest of the silver-faced man, Xuanyuan Mochen, his light brown eyes showed surprise, "Six...sister-in-law six..."

Feng Qianya's crescent eyebrows were raised slightly, a gorgeous smile appeared on the corners of her lips, and a flower of manjusawa bloomed between her brows, which was as seductive as if soaked in blood. With a twist of her slender wrist, she pierced Xuanyuan Mochen's chest again. How much chest.

She squinted her almond eyes slightly, staring at the coquettish blooming blood on his chest, a murderous aura gathered in the bottom of her clear eyes, tightly grasping the red luan sword in her hand, staring at him with a piercing gaze, the smile on the corner of her lips grew wider and wider. Her voice was flirtatious and flirtatious, and her voice seemed to come from a cold pool, with a chill in it, "Xuanyuan Mochen, I don't care about your disappearance for six years without any reason, and I can forgive you if you don't show up for the rest of your life, but since you showed up If you dodge again and again, you deserve to die."

As she finished speaking, her sharp eyes were filled with cold air as if frozen, and the ruthless aura at the bottom of her eyes shone with a murderous light. There was a coquettish smile on her beautiful face, but the corners of her lips outlined an extremely cold and ruthless expression. The radian, the voice is still as if it came from the cold pool, and the coldness is extremely cold, "Since you have been missing for six years, then you have received six swords. You have received two swords just now, and there are four more swords."

After Feng Qianya finished speaking, she drew out the Hongluan sword that pierced his chest.

Immediately, bright red blood spattered from his chest, and the silver robe was stained with large and small blood flowers, blooming coquettishly.

Staring at his red-stained silver robe with chilling eyes, Feng Qianya clenched the Hongluan sword in her hand, and with a twist of her slender wrist, the Hongluan sword was drawn across the air.

Seeing this, Xuanyuan Liluo shouted in panic, "Sister-in-law Six, don't."

As soon as he finished speaking, the scarlet sword energy struck Xuanyuan Mochen, ripping apart the silver mask on his face, which was as thin as a silkworm's wing, and because he was injured by the sword energy, he took a big step back. Blood was spilling out, her big white hands were clenched tightly, and her eyes were filled with grief, staring at Feng Qianya, who was exuding a murderous aura all over her body.

He didn't blame her, it was he who abandoned his wife and son for six years, and he abandoned her for six years, with her nature, it was only natural that she would hate him.

She didn't kill him with a sword, she was showing mercy to him.

At this time, Xiao Momo, Feng Jinheng, Fengying and a large group of people from the village all rushed over.

Xiao Momo's small light brown eyes narrowed slightly, staring at Xuanyuan Mochen whose chest was covered in blood, his handsome face was like an enlarged version of him, he looked at him curiously, then looked away His dear mother, Feng Qianya, asked in surprise: "Mother, is he my father?"

The Fengying four also looked at the injured Xuanyuan Mochen, with extremely shocked expressions on their faces.

Feng Ying widened his eyes, and stared at the silver-robed man in front of him in disbelief, "Wang... my lord... you are still alive, that's great."

As Fengying said, his eyes became moist, their princes are really still alive, that's great.

"King Shengqing..." Feng Jinheng also stared at Xuanyuan Mochen in disbelief, never expecting that he was still alive.

Feng Qianya squinted her apricot eyes sharply, her lips curled into a coquettish smile, she raised her eyebrows and looked at Xiao Momo, and said in a flat and calm tone: "Momo, don't take him as your father. Call him Sixth Emperor Uncle, your Ninth Emperor Uncle is your father, remember, only your Ninth Emperor Uncle is qualified to be your father."

Hearing Feng Qianya's words, Xuanyuan Mochen stared at her sadly, his handsome brows furrowed tightly. After six years, his more handsome and charming face turned pale because of the injury. His crimson lips parted slightly, A voice filled with grief and helplessness overflowed, "Ya... Ya'er..."

Feng Qianya raised her eyebrows, the smile on her lips bloomed like a lotus flower, the murderous aura in her clear eyes was still as sharp as a sword, her pink lips were slightly parted, and a cold voice overflowed, "Don't call yourself so affectionate, you Didn’t you already throw away your wife? There are still three swords.”

After saying those words, her eyes froze, she turned her slender wrist, swung the Hongluan sword in her hand, and stabbed at his chest again.

"No, princess." Seeing this, Feng Ying shouted worriedly, and stood in front of Xuanyuan Mochen.

And the Hongluan sword that Feng Qianya stabbed out just missed Fengying.

She narrowed her almond eyes slightly, her eyes were piercing, and her voice was colder than ever before, "Get out of the way."

Feng Ying stood in front of Xuanyuan Mochen, stared at Feng Qianya with both eyes, nodded slightly and said: "Princess, even if the prince is wrong, please be merciful, isn't the concubine looking forward to the return of the prince? Why are you so cruel? Attack the prince?"

Seeing this, Feng Jinheng also looked at Feng Qianya worriedly, and pleaded for Xuanyuan Mochen, "Ya'er, can't you forgive King Shengqing this time?"

Xuanyuan Mochen's coquettish phoenix eyes stared at Feng Qianya affectionately, a slight smile appeared on his crimson lips, and suddenly, he pushed away Feng Ying standing in front of him, and leaned forward, his white skin Holding the tip of the Hongluan sword in Feng Qianya's hand with his big hand, he stabbed into his chest.

He squinted his phoenix eyes slightly, mist filled his eyes, looked at Feng Qianya affectionately, and said in a weak tone: "Ya... Ya'er, the fourth... the fourth sword, and... two swords, Ya'er... ...a word can be said...a four horses are hard to follow..."

Hearing this, Feng Qianya stared at him tightly, and mist filled her apricot eyes, and crystal clear teardrops slid down her beautiful face like bright pearls. She clenched the Hongluan sword tightly and drew it out again.

"Hmm~" Xuanyuan Mochen snorted, his brows furrowed, the blood on his chest spattered again, and he knelt on the ground with one knee unsupported.

He raised his eyes to look at Feng Qianya, clenched his big white hands tightly, and spoke weakly, "Ya... Ya'er, and... two swords..."

Feng Qianya's eyes froze, she turned her slender wrist lightly, and stabbed at his blood-stained chest with a sword. She didn't stab deeply with this sword, but Xuanyuan Mochen's face became paler and paler, and he opened his mouth. , spit out a mouthful of blood.

Seeing this, Fengying, Yesha, Yueliu, and Yueli knelt down, looked at Feng Qianya and begged for mercy: "Princess, the prince has been seriously injured, and the last sword will be taken by the subordinates."

Xuanyuan Mochen looked at Feng Qianya with an extremely pale face, complex emotions in his light brown eyes filled with mist, his big blood-stained hands rested on the ground to support his body from falling, his crimson lips parted slightly, his tone Getting weaker and weaker, "Ya... Ya'er... and... a sword, I... abandoned my wife and son... I should be... punished..."

Xuanyuan Liluo saw that Xuanyuan Mochen was seriously injured, and his chest was bleeding profusely. He looked at Feng Qianya with great worry, and said with a solemn expression: "Six... Sister-in-law Liu, let me take the rest of the sword for Liu. brother accept."

Feng Qianya narrowed her apricot eyes slightly, staring at Xuanyuan Mochen who had been seriously injured, with a bewitching smile on her lips, "I will bear this last sword blow for you."

After saying that, she turned her slender wrist, and pointed the sword at her own chest.

Seeing this, Xuanyuan Mochen panicked, flew up from the ground with all his strength, grabbed the end of her sword, turned around, and stabbed into his chest without hesitation.

"Pfft..." His complexion changed drastically, he opened his mouth to spit out a mouthful of blood, his blood-stained big hand let go of the sword end, and fell weakly to the ground.

"My lord..."

"Sixth brother..."

"King Shengqing..."

"Fifth Emperor..."

……

The four Fengying, Xuanyuan Liluo, Feng Jinheng, and Xiao Momo shouted worriedly when they saw this, and immediately stepped forward to support the fallen Xuanyuan Mochen.

"Sixth brother, you...why are you doing this?" Xuanyuan Liluo said while looking at Xuanyuan Mochen worriedly, and immediately fed him the life extension pill.

This life extension pill was developed by him six years ago.

Six years ago, he had been brooding over Jiu Xueluo's poison because he hadn't been able to get rid of it, so he spent six years concentrating on developing the life-extending pill.

Feng Jinheng glanced at Xuanyuan Mochen with great worry, and then looked at Feng Qianya with a serious expression, "Ya'er...you...since King Shengqing is not dead, why didn't you forgive him?"

Feng Qianya squinted her apricot eyes, squinted at Xuanyuan Mochen, who was seriously injured, with a complex expression, and clenched her jade hands tightly, "I can forgive him for leaving without saying goodbye, I can forgive him for never showing up in his life, and I can't forgive him for showing up but showing up again and again." escape."

After saying that, she was about to put away the Hongluan sword when she smelled a special fragrance, which was exactly the same as her body.

Similarly, Feng Jinheng also smelled this special fragrance, which he will never forget in his whole life.

His eyes were moist in an instant, he raised his head and gazed into the sky, and shouted in disbelief: "Ziyou...Ziyou..."

A woman in white clothes descended from the sky like a fairy, and behind her were eight other women who looked like fairies.

There is a golden phoenix between the eyebrows of the woman in white, her face is covered with a veil, and the whole body exudes golden light, which is extremely noble.

Seeing this, the people in the village all widened their eyes, thinking they saw a god.

Feng Jinheng's moist eyes stared intently at the woman in white who was exuding golden light all over her body. Although she was wearing a veil, he would never forget the special fragrance she was familiar to him in his whole life.

"Ziyou...is it really you? Are you back?" Feng Jinheng looked at her affectionately with moist eyes, and called out excitedly. He flew forward, but he didn't get close to the woman in white. Lin, with a flash of light, waved his sleeve, and a golden light hit Feng Jinheng's chest.

(End of this chapter)