This concubine is very ruffian and wild

Chapter 450 Raised in captivity, the most beautiful man in the world?
Looking up at the wildfire commanding the birds in the sky and driving the entire continent, Linghu Jingtian lost his mind.

The old man saw that the young man in brocade clothes ignored him and didn't want to make fun of himself, so he turned around and walked back to the crowd of spectators, continuing to chat with them.

At this time, a young boy sighed.

"Before I saw that fire phoenix was originally a bird, but I didn't expect that after the transformation, it turned out to be a first-class beauty. Everyone said that the blue bell princess of our ice and snow country is as beautiful as a fairy. Compared with this fire phoenix, it is far behind I don't know who will be blessed with such beauties!"

"Boy, a dog can't spit ivory out of its mouth!"

The old man slapped the young boy on the back of the head.

"A woman like this is not something you mere mortals think about. The fire phoenix is ​​the supreme bird. It will not be difficult to destroy our ice and snow country with a wave of your hand. Let me tell you, if anyone can kill the kings and generals in this world, It is a great blessing to be favored by her!"

"According to what you said, isn't this fire phoenix going to raise beautiful men all over the world like thousands of thousands in the emperor's harem?!"

The young boy asked back unwillingly.

The old man glared at him.

"So what, this fire phoenix is ​​not like a mortal, she dies at the age of a hundred, is it possible that you want her to die forever and be a widow for hundreds of years?!"

One old and one young were bickering non-stop, but Linghu Jingtian walked quietly into the woods.

The old and the young were only focused on bickering, but they forgot about him.

In the darkness, there was a pair of eyes staring at him.

Sensing the strangeness behind him, Linghu Jingtian suddenly turned around.

"Who?!"

Under the big tree, a figure wrapped in black clothes flashed out, even his head was covered by a black scarf, so he couldn't see his face clearly.

There was only one white and slender finger protruding from the sleeve, and a fiery red ribbon was hooked on the fingertip.

"Someone asked me to give this to you!"

Linghu Jingtian squinted his eyes slightly, and through the twilight coming in from the gaps in the leaves, he could clearly see the delicate "Jing" character embroidered on the end of the ribbon.

This is the headband he used when he was a child. It was the only thing his mother left him. It was snatched by wildfire before, and after that, he never asked for it back.

(End of this chapter)