Crazy concubine is hard to tame: mistakenly provoked the cold and charming black king

Chapter 911 Do You Mind?
"Leave? Where are you going?"

"Go back to the family. My young master, speaking of it, is really not responsible enough." Fan Qingxian smiled softly.

Since he practiced with Emperor Yunchi, he rarely went back to the clan.

The words that the elders of the clan Chunchun taught him to revive the dignity of the gods in his ears are as old as the previous life.

"Hmph! Did that old man force you to go back?" Xiao Zhengtai, who was sitting cross-legged on the bed, snorted unhappily.

Although the man in white couldn't see his expression at this time, he could still imagine the expression on that face when he heard the voice.

This young face had accompanied him throughout his childhood.

When they met, they were no more than his shrinking age now.

That day, when he came back from his family, he happened to meet the delicate boy brought by Zi Mu's junior uncle.

Growing up so big, it was the first time he saw a boy who was more handsome and beautiful than himself. For a moment, he almost mistook his gender.

But then, he saw his poisonous tongue and dark belly, aloof and withdrawn.

That day, in the Tianquan Lingchi, he saw that beautiful boy soaking in the spring water alone, enduring the pain of reshaping the heavenly veins, but by mistake, he took out the guqin given by his master and played the newly learned An Soul curse.

"It's so ugly! Howling ghosts and howling wolves!"

This was the only sentence the man said to himself after he got up from the pool.

Although he is young, under the guidance of the elders in the clan, he attaches great importance to the word "dignity".

It is a great shame and humiliation for him to say that the music is ugly in front of the Jinnara God Clan who is naturally good at rhythm!
As a result, the tune that was originally used to relieve his pain was changed and became the sound of killing.

Later, the two changed from a contest of spiritual skills to hand-to-hand combat, and both fell into the spiritual spring, and were picked up by Emperor Yunchi and imprisoned to the top of Kunlun Mountain to face the wall.

As a result, after the punishment was over, this person dared to go to the Qingyin station where he practiced his piano skills to listen to the music.

Every time the evaluation, it is still the same sentence, "It's so ugly!"

He frowned, practiced more attentively, and vowed to get a compliment from this poisonous guy.

How can the song of the majestic young master of the Kinnaruo clan be unpleasant?

At that time, Mo Fenglin was tormented by a hidden disease in his body, and he had to go to Tianquan Lingchi every day to wash his Tianmai.

He couldn't imagine how painful it would be to reshape the Tianmai, but he wanted to prove something, so he played the requiem every day.

Later on, even the master couldn't laugh or cry, and sighed, he is obviously a person who has no heart and doesn't understand joy, anger, sorrow, and joy, so how could he be so motivated to be strong?

What is stimulated is not only the desire to be strong?
After going back and forth, I became familiar with it somehow.

Perhaps among all the children in Yuntai Tianchi, they are the only two who are out of tune with others.

Even if he is favored by his master and taken care of by his senior brother.

However, the status of the royal family of the gods made the brothers who were only young at that time dare not get too close to him.

In fact, he doesn't understand loneliness and is used to being alone.

But this person unexpectedly became the only person he knew besides his master and senior fellow apprentice.

Although, their intersection will always be that sentence - "It's ugly!"

"Hey, are you listening to me?"

The sleeves beside her were pulled, and the soft and coquettish voice made Fan Qingxian unable to hold back the corners of his mouth.

"What are you laughing at?"

"Before, when you were your age, your speech was not as soft as you are now."

The man in white smiled lightly and raised his eyebrows.

A certain young lady stopped her mouth as if her throat had been choked, and glared at him fiercely.

Fan Qingxian tugged on his sleeve, but found that it couldn't be moved, so he smiled and said, "Stop making trouble. Why is your temper really like a child's."

"Shut up!" Xiaozheng snorted, and said unyieldingly, "What are you going back to the Protoss for? What kind of prestige are those old men asking you to revive the Protoss?"

A certain guy, once he turned on the poisonous tongue mode, his tone was quite rude.

"Why did those clan elders offend you? Why do you always dislike them so much?" Fan Qingxian shook his head with a smile, and couldn't help but think of the time when the two formed a friendship because they shared weal and woe, and took him back to the clan by the way. situation.

That time, he abducted the White Deer King and made several elders very angry.

"They're killing you! I'm standing up for you, understand?"

Xiaozheng rolled his eyes, hating iron for not being strong, "Look at what principles and responsibilities they have instilled in you since childhood?"

The man in white slowly pursed his mouth.

"How many people are left in the pure-blood God Clan now? Even if you marry within your clan, you can't compete with the number of Sky Clan people in a short period of time. If you intermarry outside the clan, it will be in line with the wishes of others, and it will just seek the powerful secrets of your God Clan! "

Fan Qingxian was startled, knowing that what Mo Fenglin said was right.

The number of protoss in the Nine Layers of Heaven was already less than a hundred people, and I'm afraid they can't even match a middle-level force.

However, the God Clan's secret technique is powerful, and the God Clan's blood also inherently brings great power.

How many people are coveting.

However, most of the protoss are hidden from the world, and it is extremely difficult to find pure-blooded protoss, and not everyone can practice the secrets of the protoss.

Those who peep at the powerful power can only restrain themselves and make a gesture of respect, hoping to make friends with the descendants of the god race and get something.

"Even if those who sincerely respect the God Race, they still worship that powerful race that has disappeared. If they are really suppressed by the God Race again, which one of these ambitious forces would be willing?"

"So, I think those old men are trying to harm you! Let you be trapped in a mission that can't be completed for the rest of your life!"

Xiaozheng came to the conclusion angrily.

Fan Qingxian's lips moved, and he argued weakly, "This is not the mission of the Protoss. The mission of the Protoss is to eliminate some evil things and maintain and maintain this world."

"An evil sycophant?" The boy's face suddenly changed, and his voice suddenly became low.

Back then, when he and Fan Qingxian went back to the Kinnara tribe, they were made things difficult by the elders.

Elder Xiyin's words, the desolate and sycophant of the Desolate race, aroused his anger.

Even Fan Qingxian didn't know that the elders of the clan used to attack the friend he brought back with such words behind his back.

"For you, are the people of the Huang race the evil and sycophants you vowed to destroy?"

Almost unconsciously, he asked this sentence.

Perhaps, when this body returned to a child, his IQ and city skills also decreased.

If it was before, he would never have asked his friends like this.

He knew that Fan Qingxian had never cared about his half of the Desolate race blood in his body.

But, would you mind, the blood of the Shura clan?

The Protoss, but they have always been Shuras, traitors to the gods!

Fan Qingxian was startled, and explained almost subconsciously, "The people of the Huangzu were indeed bewitched by the Fallen God back then, but that doesn't mean that all the people of the Huangzu are now..."

"You mean, wrong, it's all on those so-called betrayed protoss?"

Mo Fenglin's eyes suddenly sank.

(End of this chapter)