Is the villain crazy? He really made the empress into a puppet?

After a while, the other end of the hall suddenly boiled, only the sound of "clicking" shoe heels was heard, and the crowd automatically parted a way.

A heroic silhouette walked over.

White plain clothes, tall figure, well-proportioned and slender legs, powerful walking, exuding a capable atmosphere.

Short hair, a little powder, it seems that some manly pretty faces are shining with luster, and a smile is heroic and compelling, with a special charm.

The first person of the young generation of the Zhang family, Zhang Qianchen.

As soon as it appeared, it caught people's attention and drew everyone's attention with his gesture.

Even Nangong Junchen couldn't help but sigh, such a costume, there are really few in this world.

"Junchen, who is she?"

Mu Xian'er asked curiously, and she couldn't help but feel a little taken aback, after all, her husband was staring at the woman with interest.

"If I'm not mistaken, it should be called Zhang Qianchen."

Nangong Junchen smiled and said with a little urgency, "Xian'er, my husband asked her for a kiss a few years ago, but unfortunately, he was rejected.

Mu Xian'er's eyes widened, and she didn't know why, but she felt a lot more relieved.

If the courtship was rejected, it must be impossible to continue.

Or is he lucky to be Junchen's wife.

Just thinking about it, a light fragrance came to his nose, Zhang Qianchen had quietly walked to Nangong Junchen's side, and said lightly: "Nangong Junchen, re-acquaintance, I am Zhang Qianchen." "

I've seen Miss Light Dust." Nangong Junchen said politely.

Reacquaintance? Interesting.

The afterglow from the corner of his eye suddenly scanned a young figure, and it seemed that when he spoke, a momentary killing intent emanated from that young man.

After all, it is the Ninth Rank Divine Soul, how can that trace of killing intent be concealed from himself?

It's just to say hello to Zhang Qianchen, and Zhang Qianchen took the initiative, so he wanted to kill himself?

That's interesting.

Nangong Junchen couldn't help but check that young man's Qi Luck Tower.

Obediently, the 92nd floor of the Son of Destiny's luck.

Is this coming?

Zhang Feiyang! New son of luck, my new leek!

Nangong Junchen smiled indifferently, the spirit of the Ghost Hand Heavenly Emperor, now his cultivation seems to be the nine changes of the mortal realm, and he has not yet reached the holy realm.

It has been a long time, and it seems that the divine soul power of that Ghost Hand Heavenly Emperor is not very good.

Wait, the Ghost Hand Heavenly Emperor is not my Nangong Junchen's enemy, but he is full of killing intent for himself.

This is obviously because of Zhang Qianchen in front of him.

Interesting, this guy's original body will not be Zhang Qianchen's half-brother, or cousin or something.

A guy with a thief's heart and no thief's guts?

"Young Lord Nangong is really a blessing to be able to marry a beauty like Xian'er."

"It's a pity that I didn't show up to congratulate you at your wedding, and now I make up for it."

When he said this, Zhang Qianchen felt a little uncomfortable in his heart.

The events of a few years ago have come back to mind, and yesterday's emotions are inevitably revived, and the man who was originally within his reach now seems to be out of reach.

Nangong Junchen smiled politely, and before he could answer, he heard the system's prompt.

"Ding! Zhang Qianchen became obsessed with his master, and plundered Zhang Feiyang, the son of Qi Luck, for 10 layers of Qi Luck, and rewarded Qi Luck with a value of 100 points.

"Ding! Zhang Feiyang, the son of luck, was obsessed with it, and plundered Zhang Feiyang, the son of luck, for 10 layers of qi luck, and the reward was worth 100 points of qi luck.

He couldn't help but be slightly stunned, and he couldn't help but laugh secretly in his heart.

Zhang Qianchen became obsessed with himself, presumably because he asked for relatives a few years ago and rejected him.

Now that I have become a little good, do I see that I am like glue with other women, and I have some ideas?

As for Zhang Feiyang's reaction, the son of luck, it was easy to understand.

Obsession, this thing comes from the original body, the Ghost Hand Heavenly Emperor has just taken this physical body, and he must not have found a solution to his obsession.

Not surprisingly, if you want to solve your obsession, you have to take down Zhang Qianchen, a woman.

Interesting, in this way, Zhang Feiyang is easier to deal with.

Obviously, Zhang Feiyang at this time can be said to be the weakest time.

"Young Master Nangong came to my Zhang family a few years ago, but now that I think about it, I think it's a very distant thing." Zhang Qianchen smiled, as if to show his closeness, which made Mu Xian'er behind Nangong Junchen's heart tighten.

Zhang Qianchen is talking about Junchen's marriage proposal a few years ago, what does this woman mean?

Mu Xian'er's eyes flashed a few traces of hostility and defense.

This woman's obsession has a tendency to deepen!

Nangong Junchen smiled secretly in his heart, and said with a flat face: "Who can remember the things of a few years ago, but it is very vague.

Zhang Qianchen's eyes paused slightly, and his heart couldn't help but feel gloomy, and he felt excluded.

"Huh?"

At this moment, Nangong Junchen's face suddenly became cold and silent, and his deep eyes burst out a fierce murderous intent.

Then, his cold eyes looked directly at Zhang Feiyang's position.

"Boom!"

Nangong Junchen suddenly made a move, raised his palm, and made a thunderous resound, and immediately suppressed it towards Zhang Feiyang.

Such a sudden move immediately attracted the attention of everyone around.

Everyone was shocked and didn't know what was going on.

Even Zhang Qianchen was surprised, Nangong Junchen, who was still gentle just now, was like a young man killing gods at this moment, giving her a feeling of heartbeat.

Immediately, her gaze looked at the place where Nangong Junchen made a move, and her eyebrows couldn't help but rise.

"Zhang Feiyang?"

Between the electric stone fire, even Zhang Qianchen didn't have time to stop it, and Nangong Junchen's palm fell on top of Zhang Feiyang's head.

Zhang Feiyang was also shocked, his face suddenly became extremely gloomy, there seemed to be countless killing intent flowing in his eyes, and the palm hidden in the sleeve robe instantly gathered a domineering divine soul power.

"How dare this dog thief openly make a move? Find death!

"No, Bendi can't make a move, and once he does, he will expose himself."

"You must endure. Dog thief, you definitely don't dare to kill me, you wait for Ben Di, today's humiliation Ben Di will definitely return it to you!

Zhang Feiyang's forehead was already sweating, and the killing intent in his heart was churning, but he forcibly endured it, and the power on his palm was also withdrawn.

At this moment, Nangong Junchen's palm wind directly fell.

"Bang!"

Zhang Feiyang's face changed drastically, as if he felt the weight of tens of thousands of people, and his originally floating body was directly pressed to kneel on the ground, almost vomiting blood.

Then, that palm turned into a giant mountain and pressed firmly on Zhang Feiyang's body, making him unable to move.

Everyone was shocked, although they did not know Zhang Feiyang's true identity.

But the young lord of Nangong suddenly made a move on the territory of the Zhang family this time, and this kind of courage that was not afraid of the majesty of the Zhang family made them have to admire.

The Zhang family now has two immortals, and the banquet is in the world, and it is clear that they want to use knives against the forces under their hands and the forces nearby, and the Nangong family will inevitably be affected.

It stands to reason that the Nangong family should act low-key at this time and be a person with its tail between its legs.

The clinker Nangong Young Master didn't even put these in his eyes at all.

If it should be suppressed, who can stop me?

Such an awe-inspiring and domineering temperament is far inferior to these people.