Chapter 3
Feng Xiran felt that the revenge that the little girl mentioned should not mean asking her to help her kill those two people.

"The only people who have hatred against me are Feng Qingqing and Ouyang Shuo. I won't let you kill them. I just beg you to make them pay a terrible price."

"it is good."

Feng Xiran agreed without hesitation.

"Thank you, your kindness, I will repay you in the next life."

After that voice fell, Feng Xiran felt much lighter. At the same time, there seemed to be a foul breath coming out of her body, and she felt refreshed.

She closed her eyes and sensed, her space was back!

Before she was excited for a second, a wave of memory hit her like a sea wave.

Feng Xiran, the eldest lady of the General's Mansion in the Imperial City, her mother died of dystocia when giving birth to her, and her father married another woman—Ye Ling.

Originally, her cultivation talent was moderate, which was not bad, but one day, a fortune teller came to her home and made a fortune for her. The divination showed that after she was 16 years old, her spiritual power would disappear and she would no longer be able to practice.

After that, everyone in the General's Mansion looked down on her, ignored her, isolated her, and even her father ignored her, as if they wanted her to fend for herself.

Feng Xiran accepted these memories, and a cool smile appeared on the corner of her lips. This girl is quite similar to her. She couldn't practice martial arts because of her physical condition, but this girl has to bear the feeling of falling from heaven to hell. .

Again, it's all very painful.

But she still has at least one master who loves her in modern times, but this girl has nothing.

Her sympathy is a little overflowing...

She regained her thoughts, stood up, patted the non-existent dust on her body, and looked at the dark night sky.

Will the cultivation base disappear at the age of 16?

Then she has to avenge that girl while her cultivation base is still alive.

Turn around and disappear into the night.

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After dismissing those troublemakers, Ling Xie returned to the Demon Palace, wanting to see if the girl was awake, but when she opened the door, she found that there was no sign of her?
she escaped?

There are so many guards around the magic hall, how did she escape?
Before he had time to think about these questions, he immediately ordered his subordinates to find Feng Xiran's whereabouts.

When he captured her, it was by accident. He didn't expect to find a body suitable for the king's recovery at that time, so he didn't investigate the woman, and brought her back in a hurry after seeing her.

With a ashen face, he reported dejectedly, "Your Majesty, my subordinates didn't do their best to keep that woman away..."

The man called 'Your Majesty' raised his head indifferently, and glanced at him. There was no emotion in his eyes, and his eyes fell on Ling Xie indifferently.

Ling Xie didn't dare to look up at him, and kept his head down, wishing he could get his head into the cracks in the ground.

Although Your Majesty didn't say anything, his heart was already suppressed and uncomfortable.

It was so quiet that he felt like he was about to collapse.

"Escape and escape."

Finally hearing the answer, Ling Xie breathed a sigh of relief, "But your lord, you still need her to recover quickly, and besides, the Yaozu and the Mingzu are watching so closely. Those people will only take advantage of the danger , if they take advantage of your serious injury to attack you, our Demon Realm will be completely destroyed."

(End of this chapter)

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