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

Chapter 68 Going back to the mansion, I want you to kiss casually
"My lord, there are thorns..."

Before Fengying finished speaking, he heard the sound of weapons colliding from outside the carriage.

"Bang bang..."

Hearing that there was an assassin, Xuanyuan Mochen closed his eyes, his light brown pupils were filled with coldness and chill, his handsome face was covered by millennium frost, and his crimson lips were tightly pursed.

Suddenly, his eyes froze, and he pushed Feng Qianya into his arms, and at the same time, a sharp arrow shot through the carriage and shot straight at him.

With a wave of his sleeve, the arrow immediately changed direction, pierced the carriage again, and flew back.

Immediately, he embraced Feng Qianya's slender waist, sat her on his lap, waved his sleeves again, and a powerful internal force blasted the carriage, while he embraced Feng Qianya, and even led her The wheelchair flew out of the carriage, and slowly landed from mid-air to the ground.

When the wheelchair landed steadily on the ground, Feng Qianya raised her eyes and stared at Xuanyuan Mochen who was hugging her slender waist, her pink lips drew a pretty arc, like a crescent moon rising from the sky, the beauty was shocking.

At this moment, it was the first time for her to look pleasing to Xuanyuan Mochen's eyes. Her slender jade-like hands wrapped around his neck, her pink lips moved close to his ears, and she said in a charming voice, "Baby, do you think I should kiss you once at this time?" , or kiss you twice?"

The corners of Xuanyuan Mochen's lips tugged slightly, and he stared at her with downcast eyes, complex emotions rolled up in his light brown pupils, "Feng Qianya, are you still interested in discussing these things at this time? When you return home, I will let you kiss me casually." .”

As soon as he finished speaking, an extremely cold and sharp voice sounded like fireworks exploding in the air, resounding in all directions in midair, "Haha... King Shengqing, at this time, you still have leisure time to talk to your princess Speaking of love, I admire you very much, but tonight is your death day, after I send you to the underworld, you can talk about love."

Hearing this cold voice, Xuanyuan Mochen's handsome face was covered with cold frost, veins popped out on his forehead, his big white hands were clenched tightly, making a rattling sound, his coquettish phoenix eyes surged. There was unprecedented violence and turmoil, and the chilling aura with strong hatred pierced through the night like a sharp sword, and his whole body was gradually shrouded in a silver light.

Fengqian Ya'e, who was in his arms, frowned slightly, and felt the anger he had never had before. At this moment, his anger was different from his usual anger when he was provoked by her.

At this time, his anger was extreme, resentful, even crazy with extremely strong hatred.

"Yes—you!" His lips and teeth overflowed with an extremely cold and harsh voice, but these two words contained his deep hatred and fury.

"Haha...it's me, Xuanyuan Mochen, tonight is your death day." Following the extremely cold and violent laughter, a man in a black robe and a ghost mask had extremely cold and cruel eyes. The man suddenly flashed into the night sky.

Feng Qianya, who was in Xuanyuan Mochen's arms, raised her eyebrows and looked at the black shadow floating in mid-air. Seeing that his eyes were extremely fierce and frightening, his whole body was surrounded by a murderous aura comparable to Xuanyuan Mochen's, The arrogant arrogance seemed to swallow the whole earth.

His slender figure is shrouded in the night, giving people a sense of extreme fear, as if he is the king of darkness from hell, cruel and has great ambitions to destroy the world.

Surrounding him, there are more than 100 people in black clothes and black turbans.

(End of this chapter)