Love in Xuancheng

"Why didn't you say it at the beginning?" Feng moye was so angry that he clenched his teeth.

Yanqingzi quietly moved away a few steps and pulled the distance between them a little farther. Then youyou said, "don't say, you have expectations. If you say it, you only have despair!"

After that, I looked like I was doing this for you, all for your sake. Seeing that the wind was evil, he hurried to explain.

"No one knows where my senior brother is. Besides, you didn't ask me!"

"You..." Feng Mo was so evil that he really wanted to kill him with a slap!

"Don't you, just get down to business. Are you going to collect medicine first or save yu'er first? Yu'er can't wait. This is a secluded sacrifice. If the soul doesn't return in time, you know the consequences!"

Yanqingzi pointed to the sky with a cautious face.

"I think that's what elder martial brother said about robbery."

Scourge!

Feng moye frowned slightly, glanced at the sky, glanced at Yan Qingzi, raised his hand and summoned the mount to spin up.

"Hey -- where are you going?" yanqingzi was worried.

Feng moye didn't look back, but lightly dropped three words: "go save people!"

"Don't you go to collect medicine first? My Lord can save me. You'd better go to the polar region to collect medicine!" yanqingzi straightened his neck and shouted at the wind.

"Let the Lord Lao Zong go to collect medicine himself. I have nothing else, but I have a little heart for the beauty of being a man."

what? Let our sect leader collect medicine?

"When did my lord say he was going to collect medicine? Your highness Shang, the dessert is still reserved to help others. My lord doesn't need it!"

Yanqingzi was so angry that he even hurt his toenails.

Feng moye and Li ignored him, and the wind generally left chixuefeng.

He believes that yanqingzi will go to collect medicine obediently!

Xuancheng Palace

Feng moye left chixuefeng and went straight to the palace.

"Emperor, your highness Ning asks to see you."

Luo Yue bowed and bowed in a powerful voice.

"No!"

The emperor turned over the memorial attentively, without raising his head, and directly refused.

After hearing the speech, Feng moye, the Marquis outside the hall, couldn't help getting angry, raised his feet and rushed into the hall.

The bodyguard who guarded the temple immediately rushed up.

Feng moye's eyes were cold and cold inside. He stretched out his hand, and the Dragon killing sword appeared in the palm of his hand. He folded his palm and held the long sword tightly. The overbearing pure and thick spiritual power poured into the Dragon killing sword like a tide. For a time, the cold wind suddenly rose around and the killing intention rolled.

The wrist suddenly tightened, the toes turned up, waved a sword with towering anger, and the crowd in front immediately bounced out, spitting blood, and had no power to fight again.

The bodyguard lay down one wave, surrounded one wave, repulsed one wave, and made up

Ok... Killing one son is not enough. Are you going to kill another today? Another wheel fight! After living for so many years, can't you think of anything else?

After fighting for five hours, Feng moye only felt that his physical strength was seriously overdrawn, his limbs began to be weak and weak, and even his sword could not be held stably.

Thinking of her brother's death and Shen Xingyue waiting for her to save, Feng moye clenched her teeth, determined to be fierce, clenched the long sword and ignited her fighting spirit again.

In the dark, the emperor wore a black embroidered gold robe, with a straight posture and his hands behind him. His face was indifferent and could not see any emotion. He stared quietly at his youngest son, liushang, who was surrounded by the bodyguard.

"Emperor -" Luo Yue wrung his eyebrows and whispered.

The emperor raised his hand slightly and motioned him to keep looking and keep quiet.