Wear it in my sister's cultivating texts and let loose

Chapter 116 The Messenger from Liaodu

"Oh, it's okay! This is what your majesty said, those who disrespect Madam, don't need to keep them, they will be executed immediately!" Mingyou replied calmly, "I have endured it just now... There is no way, they really want to die! "

Yun Chu swallowed hard: ...disrespecting me?Well, I was successfully persuaded by you.Anyway, it's good to enjoy the shade under the big tree, and with the backing of the big devil, courage is strong.

"Uh... What kind of messengers are those?" Yun Chu asked hesitantly.

Mingyou still didn't change his face, "Madam, do you want to take care of it?"

Yun Chu: Hehe, it's none of my business!

She and Mingyou looked at each other, smiled and hooked each other's shoulders: "Okay, let's go back to sleep!"

Mingyou's usually expressionless poker face also concealed a slight smile, and she hooked herself back to the bedroom.

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Nether Palace, southeast side hall.

A group of more than a dozen menacing demon cultivators broke into the hall and half-kneeled in front of a small man.

The man looked a bit feminine, wearing a purple robe, sitting on the main seat, just took a sip of tea, casually looked at the demon cultivators who were kneeling in front of him with angry faces, and asked with a smile: "What's the matter?"

This little man is the emissary from Liaodu, Mozun's trusted minister, and the leader of the twelve personal guards - Lan Ping.

"Commander Lan, the fifth and sixth died just now!" A demon repairman showed embarrassment and was extremely angry.

Lan Ping raised his eyes lightly, his hand holding the teacup seemed to be pinching a flower, his feminine face showed a bit of coquettishness, and he said with a nonchalant smile: "Death is death! How many of us died here? "

"But... Commander Lan, it wasn't that monster Yuan Ji who killed them, but a low-class woman! How can we swallow this tone!" The demon cultivators obviously disagreed with Lan Ping's words, and argued anxiously.

Lan Ping glanced at the group of angry demon cultivators, his expression gradually turned cold, and his pale face without a smile became full of power, even a little scary.

"Before you came, what did your lord explain? Have you forgotten?"

His tone was a bit sharp, and the demon cultivators who were kneeling on the ground suddenly felt timid, and Nuonuo dared not speak.

Lan Ping put down the teacup in his hand, and there was a soft thud, which was very clear in the side hall where the needle drop could be heard, and it fell on the demon's heart inside, arousing waves of fear.

"Okay! Death is death! There used to be hundreds of thousands of deaths, but now there are only ten or eight, which is much better."

Lan Ping glanced at the crowd for a moment, softened his voice a bit, and asked with a smile, "Aren't you satisfied?"

"No...the subordinates just think that they died at the hands of a woman..."

"What's the matter with women?" Lan Ping interrupted him, his voice became sharper, "How many golden immortals are there in heaven, and how many great female officials are there? That's why you look down on women because it's not easy for women to cultivate. !"

After a pause, he continued: "If I remember correctly, 200 years ago, that little general Mingyou took the leader of the Wind Chasing Conference.

I can still remember the demeanor of that year clearly.It's not wrong to die at her hands! "

Hearing what Lan Ping said, the demon cultivators under him didn't dare to say more, but the expressions on their faces were still somewhat dissatisfied.

"Then Mingyou is a traitor! She betrayed the Demon Lord! She should have been executed long ago!" A demon cultivator in the back row couldn't help shouting.

Lan Ping glanced at his face, and Moxiu, who was originally very imposing, suddenly lost his confidence when he met this man's gloomy gaze.

(End of this chapter)