Heavenly God Mnemonic

"What? I asked you to help take care of Yang Qingxuan, you actually designed to harm him!"

Wu Ying was furious at once, raised her hand, pinched her fingers together, a little bit of ice dust spread across her fingertips, and the surrounding temperature dropped sharply, as if the world of ice and snow was about to come again.

Gong Yangyu hurriedly waved his hand and said: "Hold on, listen to me. I am just a momentary struggle." At the moment, he will bet on how Yang Qingxuan, how Shi Yuyan will bet, how will he allocate winning pills to his opponent , Said it all in detail.

Looking at Wu Ying's frost-like face, she wiped the cold sweat from her forehead, and said in a whisper, "Fortunately, not making a big mistake."

Wu Ying pointed at him and said in a cold voice: "Gong Yangyu, don't blame me for not reminding you. If Yang Qingxuan really died in your hands, you will definitely be killed after the night. Because Yang Qingxuan is not only a person that Master Yehou values , And..." She suddenly stopped, snorted coldly, and brushed her long sleeves, sneered: "No matter how important things are, you can't know them. In short, you should be careful. "

Gong Yangyu was sweating coldly, and he smiled happily, and said somewhat flatteringly: "Sister Wuying, please don't tell Master Yehou about this, otherwise I...may be really done... "

Wu Ying tweeted: "Who is your sister? Don't bark! You make things difficult for Yang Qingxuan, and I will conceal it for you. Otherwise, I will be punished by the night queen myself. In order to punish you, I will let you do a few things. thing."

Gong Yangyu heaved a sigh of relief and hurriedly said, "Don't say a few things that Wu Ying asked me to do, not to mention a few, that is, dozens or hundreds, and I will definitely try my best to do it well.

Wu Ying cursed: "Let's talk to me less, let you do one thing, and do it against me. If it is not suitable for this matter, I will find someone else, I really want to kick you away."

"Hehe." Gong Yangyu smiled wryly, guessing: "Or... Yang Qingxuan's business?"

Wu Ying nodded, and said: "In short, Yang Qingxuan must be fine, otherwise you and I will not escape the anger at the end of the night. Secondly, I need you to figure out the purpose of Juntian Purple Mansion and where is Yang Qingxuan now? Even Yang Qingxuan can't find the position, so what else are you talking about to make sure he's okay?"

"Okay, I will look for Yang Qingxuan's position now. As long as I find a ferryman, or some other small organization that likes to smuggle, it shouldn't be a big problem. As for the purpose of Juntian Zifu, I can only do my best. After all, these people, I dare not use strong, for fear of causing trouble to the Black Sea. And that Shi Yuyan is so clever, her words are not leaking, it is really hard to detect anything." Gong Yangyu shook his head repeatedly, with a helpless expression on his face.

Wu Ying looked a little dissatisfied, and said coldly: "Oh? It's so powerful, then I'll have to take a while when I have time."

Gong Yangyu smiled bitterly: "Wuying still don't meet, that poetry Yuyan is too powerful."

Wu Ying said angrily: "Why, do you think that I am inferior to her? If it's not for Haitianya, do I need to suppress my own cultivation? What about Taitian? After Haitianya's matter is over, there will be no need for one. Within a year or a half, I will be able to rush into the position of heaven."

"This is natural, with the talent of Dance Shadow, it must be above that poetic Yuyan. Hey, I just said now, after all, you are still the peak of Nirvana." Gong Yangyu did not dare to offend her, desperately to please.

Wu Ying became a little irritable inexplicably, and waved: "You go away, don't want to see you again. I will go to Yehou, report the matter about Juntian Purple Mansion."

With that said, without paying attention to Gong Yangyu, he turned into a ray of light and rushed into the sky.

Gong Yangyu hurriedly shouted: "Don't tell me about me!"

Wu Ying had disappeared in the air. He only felt that his head was big for a while, and with a sigh, it turned into a light and flew away.

...

On Cangmo Island, a stronghold for ferrymen.

"Looking for Master Mo Ting?" A white-clothed man glanced at the three of them coldly, beckoning to Yang Qingxuan, "You come with me." In addition, pointing to Adhe Fu, "You stay."

Ade said: "You go in, we will wait for you outside."

Yang Qingxuan nodded, and walked straight behind the white-clothed man.

After a few corridors, the man in white suddenly asked, "I wonder why you are looking for Lord Mo Ting?"

Yang Qingxuan thought for a while, and said, "Sorry, I'll talk to Master Mo Ting personally about this."

An unpleasant color flashed across the face of the white-clothed man, and he said coldly: "Well, you can see Master Mo Ting and say it yourself later. Thanks to your luck, when I met me, I recognized you as the last person. . Otherwise, it would not be so easy to meet Master Mo Ting."

Yang Qingxuan smiled slightly and said, "That's really my luck."

The man in white snorted coldly, then stopped talking, and led him to walk in. After going around a few corridors, he came to a secret room, patted it a few times, and then the lights flickered. Push away hard.

Yang Qingxuan said in surprise: "Master Mo Ting is here?"

The white-clothed man hummed: "Ask so much what to do? Come in with me." He glanced at Yang Qingxuan sarcastically and said, "If you are afraid, you don't have to come in."

Yang Qingxuan laughed bitterly. Among the ferrymen, there seemed to be no good people except Mo Ting.

He followed the white-clothed man in, and as soon as his front foot stepped inside, he felt a palm wind and volleyed.

"Boom!"

Astonished, Yang Qingxuan hurriedly took out his palm, confronted the man in white, and was shocked more than ten feet away.

The white-clothed man made a move without trying his best, as if he just wanted to shake him open, then closed the door of the secret room, and then stood with his hand holding his hand, looking at him coldly, his eyes full of hideousness.

This secret room was a few acres in size and looked very solid. It should be a place specializing in martial arts.

"My lord, what does this mean?"

Although Yang Qingxuan looked ugly, he calmed down and asked carefully.

"Hehe, what's the point? Do I need to make you a ghost?" The white-clothed man smiled coldly, and walked over, with murderous intent constantly pouring out of him.

Yang Qingxuan frowned tighter, and said solemnly, "You want to kill me? At least you have to let me know, what's the matter?"

The white-clothed man said as he walked: "It's okay to tell you that after you made trouble in the organization last time, Lord Darson gave you a killing order and was paid very well. I was not interested in this matter, but I didn't think of you. Actually delivered it to the door by myself. With such a windfall, why don't I?"

Yang Qingxuan was stunned, and murderous aura suddenly surged in his heart.

Unexpectedly, this was the case, but although he was angry, he was very calm at the moment.

Because it was Dasheng who was going to kill him, not Mo Ting, the risk factor was much smaller.

Moreover, the white-clothed man in front of him, although he has the cultivation base of a small heavenly rank, had already fought the last time. It was the person who had crushed the divine consciousness by him. He had a certain understanding of the opponent's strength and was naturally not afraid.

The corners of Yang Qingxuan's mouth raised slightly, revealing a cruel smile.

//After reading the national football news for a day, alas..., a long sigh. No more today, good night everyone.