Love in Xuancheng

Acting!

Hide your weakness and make yourself impeccable! Let those who want to catch his weakness have nowhere to start.

I remember at that time, Hao Xi was angry when he received the news of Yanluo's death in the war.

He was angry, but not because the sand ghost killed his son, but because the angry son was useless and death did not help him calm the sand ghost rebellion. Therefore, he burned "Yanluo" himself to punish Yanluo's defeat.

He shows his ruthlessness and cruelty to the world. He wants to tell the world that in his heart, kingship is far superior to everything. Those who do not try their best to consolidate his kingship die, those who challenge his majesty die, and those who covet his kingship die. Even his son is only a chess piece used to consolidate his kingship and can be sacrificed at any time.

"How is it? Can it be saved?" Shen Xingyue asked.

Feng moye withdrew his hand and shook his head, "let's go back to the mirror area first. The old devil may have a way."

"Old devil? The mirror domain has a master from the mirror. Can you accommodate the old devil?" Shen Xingyue's mind is a little tangled.

"Why can't you accommodate me? Your husband and I, how about taking my wife to meet the old devil now?"

After Feng moye said that, he put the man in his arms upside down, and the other hand flexibly passed under her knee. The man in his arms was picked up by him, and his long leg stretched out and went down to the ground.

"Hey --- you put me down, you still hurt --" Shen Xingyue shouted anxiously, but she didn't dare to struggle.

Feng moye pursed his lips and smiled, "madam, your memory is really poor!"

"What?" Shen Xingyue stared at him in a daze, full of fog.

"Isn't this healing? The best magic medicine in the world is in his arms now. Let go. How to heal?" Feng moye solemnly looked as if someone was trying to stop him from healing.

Shen Xingyue said to Ning, but she turned her eyes at him, swung her small arm around his neck and let him hold her.

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Xuancheng Palace

"How's the situation with the ancestor of Chongyuan?" as soon as Haoxi came out, Qingze, Yang Road, hurriedly greeted him and asked.

Hao Xi frowned and shook his head.

Yang Lu's green face Shua -- the ground turned white. They raised their eyes and exchanged eyes quickly, and then they caught up with each other. Yang Lu carefully said, "senior brother, you tried your best. Fate is like this. You have to be lenient and save your sorrow. You still have xiaoliushang, and"

Hao Xi suddenly stepped back when he heard the speech. He was so frightened that the central road machine shivered and choked.

"What's the matter? Father, you're all right! Where do you want to go?"

"No - no problem?" Yang Lu was surprised to end his tongue and was imprisoned in Zhong Yuan for hundreds of thousands of years. How could it be no problem? "Then you -- that you just -- shook your head --?"

"I'm just telling you it's okay!" Hao Xi glanced at the two angrily and turned to go on.

Yang Lu's face was stiff and confused, his eyes widened, looked at Qingze puzzled, argued in a low voice, and pointed to his eyebrows, "he just, obviously --"

Isn't frowning worried? Isn't shaking your head hopeless?

It's too profound to understand!

"Hurry up, you!" Qingze glanced at Yang Lu and followed him first.

In the Longyin hall, Hao Xi sat in front of the book case, supporting his head in one hand and holding a tea cup in the other.

When Yang Lu and Qingze entered the hall, they consciously lightened their hands and feet for fear of disturbing Hao Xi's thoughts.

The hall was silent, and the needles could be heard. I don't know how long it took, Hao Xi put down his tea cup and stood up and looked over.