I, the villain of Destiny, started with holding the male chief's sacrificial flag

After Ning Xuan appeared, his eyebrows changed, and his expression was not good-looking.

The sacred mountain formation returned to silence one step at a time.

The Wind Emperor glanced at his people... Many strong people have put down their guard.

Then the Wind Emperor looked at Ning Xuan and whispered: "Ning boy, she committed suicide, don't anger my daughter."

"Uncle Feng, I can see it."

After speaking, Ning Xuan showed puzzlement: "Ying'er, what happened?" His

heart beat slightly, and with a joy that he could hardly suppress, his figure changed and flew into the flying boat.

"Ding, the son of Destiny Feng Ying is in a mess, congratulations to the host for seizing the Destiny value of one hundred."

"Ding, Feng Ying, the son of destiny, is uneasy, congratulations to the host for seizing the value of fifty destiny."

The first hint was when Qinglan said the "truth".

The second is when Qinglan committed suicide.

Compared to Feng Ying's own luck, the Heavenly Destiny he captured was not much, but it was a good start, proving that his countermeasure was not wrong.

As long as it continues, whether he kills or defuses hostility, it can reduce the difficulty.

"She..." Hanyue sighed softly, shaking her head slightly, not choosing to tell the truth.

After thinking about it, he stared at Ning Xuan tightly: "If Ying'er said, I don't like her and force her to commit suicide, what will happen to Brother Ning?" Ning

Xuan's expression suddenly froze... Well, to be honest, this answer, he really didn't think about it before.

However, he did not hesitate for a moment to show some shock.

Then sighed softly: "The dead are gone, the living are like this... After all, it was a master and servant, and I took her back for burial. Ning

Yu waved his hand lightly, held Qinglan's corpse in his arms and turned to leave.

After returning to the place of the sacred mountain formation.

Ning Xuan stopped his figure, looked back at Han Yue, and transmitted the voice: "Qinglan, this girl, is just a maid... Ying'er, you shouldn't be a jealous person, don't be like this in the future, again, with Ying'er in front of you, how can I fancy other people?

After speaking, Ning Xuan carried Qinglan's corpse back to the range of the sacred mountain.

"Ding, the son of Heavenly Destiny, Feng Yingdao, has a wave in his heart, and the host takes Destiny worth two hundred."

"Ding, warning, the villain aura (miniature) has been eroded by the Aura of Destiny (Enchantment), and the current erosion progress is one percent."

Ning worried, and then turned straight back to the Forgetful Palace.

The Wind Emperor's big hand touched Han Yue's forehead: "Girl, you can fool Ning Xiaozi, but you can't fool your father, what's wrong?"

Feng Ying looked at the sacred mountain area, and only after a while forced a laugh: "My daughter's heart is a little chaotic, let's go back first..."

Forget the Worries Palace.

"Crunch..." The palace door closed.

Ning Yu looked at the person who had no breath in his arms, raised his hand, took out a milky white pill, and fed the pill to Qinglan.

After half a hologram.

"Ahem..." With a violent coughing sound, Qinglan's miserable white face returned to red, and the disappeared breath also reappeared.

Dead?

No, suspended animation.

Everything is just a plan to worry about it.

Host: Tranquility.

Forces: Young Master of the Ning Divine Clan/Holy Son of the Ancient Dust Holy Land

Cultivation: Late Martial Emperor.

Physique: Reincarnation sword body.

Qi Luck: 50

Aura: Villain Aura (Miniature) (Eroded 1%)

Destiny Value: 680

Looking at the panel, a smile appeared at the corner of Ning's mouth.

It was not in vain that he had painstakingly planned.

In just a few moments, he had obtained three hundred and fifty Heavenly Destiny Points.

However, the aura is eroded and somewhat troublesome, and this thing is irreversible.

The miniature aura, in the face of the complete Heavenly Destiny aura, was really difficult to resist, and in just a moment, it was actually eroded by one percent.

If he had just walked slowly, he didn't know how much he would have to be eroded.

The progress of suppressing Liu Chen has been accelerated, and if you get another villain aura, whether it is to synthesize a higher-level aura or keep it for spare, it can add a lot of security.

"Young Lord..." Qinglan's voice was like a mosquito fly as he pondered.

Looking up, Qinglan's face was red, even red to the bottom of his neck.

He's still holding it!

"You're doing a good job." Ning Xuan let go as usual.

"The slave only acts according to the plan of the young master, and does not dare to take credit." Qinglan did not take credit.

Ning Yu took out a mask: "This object was taken by me from the treasure house, you can change your appearance and change your appearance, and you can change your identity and stay by my side in the future... I will inform the family that the treatment of your new status will be upgraded by two levels. Looking

at the silver-white mask in Ning Xuan's hand.

After a long time, Qinglan whispered: "Young Lord, I..." It

can be seen that she does not want to change her appearance.

Ning worries shook his head: "Although the sacred mountain area of my Ning Divine Clan has no internal agents or spies in the Wind Empire, I can't be careless..."

"The slave wants to ask the young master for a reward." Qinglan silver teeth bite lightly.

"You say." Ning Xuan, who was in a good mood, was not ready to refuse.

Unexpectedly, Qinglan suddenly stepped forward boldly.

As she stepped forward, the dress quietly faded.

Warm fragrance nephrite into your arms... 300,000 words omitted here.

......

The next day, in the early hours of the morning.

The people around me are no longer there.

Ning Yu looked up, Qinglan was kneeling not far away in a big red shirt, and the table in front of him was a lyre.

Uncharacteristically did not greet the salute.

Ning Xuan guessed, pondering for a while before getting up and sitting on the edge of the bed: "You are not suitable for dressing in red."

Qinglan smiled and brushed his hands over the strings.

"Ding..."

the piano sounded.

At the end of the song, the rising sun has risen in the east.

"Although I don't know what the Young Lord's plan is, I can expect it to be something that breaks the ground, and my existence is the only flaw in the Young Lord's plan." Qinglan's voice was low, revealing a little reluctance.

She really didn't know what Ning Xuan was planning, but she knew that the deeper the plan, the greater the flaws she represented.

"What else do you want?" Ning's worries flashed with unbearability, but he didn't say anything.

"Lonely since childhood, except for the young master, and without relatives, what can you wish... I only hope that in his spare time, the young master can remember that there was such a person as Qinglan. A sweet smile appeared on his face.

Immediately, the breath quietly disappeared.

Dead, self-broken heart.

Ning Yu raised his head instantly, but he was not surprised, Qinglan had just uncharacteristically looked like a red coat that he wanted something, and he had some guesses.

A breath... Two breaths....

"Alas, I am not the original owner after all..." With a light sigh, Ning Xuan shook his head slightly, instantly agitating the spiritual power of his whole body.