My Formidable Beast-Controlling Consort Rules

Feng Liao said this because he understood that although Nie Zhao's congestion had disappeared, it would take at least three or four years for him to fully recover his strength.

At that time, Mrs. Emperor Zun did not need his guidance.

Nie Zhao's eyes were full of ecstasy, and the burning flames in his eyes almost swallowed people. "Thank you Feng Liao!"

If he thought that this was the most miserable and painful night in his life, then he felt that this was simply the happiest and most proud moment in his life!

After being instructed by the nobleman, the congestion in his body was dissipated, and the City Master of Fengyun City personally invited him to enter Fengyun City!

His ideals in the first half of his life were all realized overnight! Just like a dream!

Nie Zhao knew very well that if he was still in the Continent of Saint Yuan at this time, he would still be one of the hundreds of billions of cultivators who were silent, and he would not be eligible to enter the city even though he admired the reputation of Fengyun City, not to mention seeing the city lord. My lord!

And now, the famous Wind City Lord is patting him on the shoulder, inviting him to enter the Wind and Cloud City.

Nie Zhao even began to appreciate his mortal enemies. If they hadn't forced him to the lower realm, how could he have encountered such a great opportunity!

Seeing the excitement in Nie Zhao's eyes, Feng Liao just stood up and exhorted sympathetically, "Recover your injuries."

Although the emperor did not use the star power, but in order to avenge his wife, he also used a little trick.

The injury on Nie Zhao's body, although it looked like it was just a skin trauma to them, he wanted to fully recover... it might still hurt for several days.

After Feng Liao said sympathetically, his figure disappeared into the dark, and he followed Emperor Jiuque away.

Nie Zhao had already regarded himself as a member of Fengyun City at this time, and said quickly, "Yes! Lord City Lord!"

After witnessing the disappearance of Feng Liao, Nie Zhao began to regain his vitality, supporting his embarrassed body, limping into his room with a smirk on his face.

Swiftly chasing God's nine faults, "Sir, why don't you train your lady yourself?"

The superiority is much stronger than that guy, so why bother.

Di Jiuque glanced at him indifferently and gave four words indifferently, "I can't move it."

Feng Liao: "..." It turned out that the emperor was reluctant to train hard... so he gave his wife to others for training.

In fact, Di Jiuque hasn't said it is complete. There is another reason, because the realm gap is too large. In some respects, people of Nie Zhao's level are more suitable than him.

Of course, the most important reason is also because he is not willing.

Seeing him being blown up with anger by Yun repeatedly, but in the end he was stunned.

For Emperor Jiuque, Yun said lightly that he was his natural enemy.

Feng Liao continued to ask in a puzzled manner, "My honour, since you want him to exercise his wife, why do you still shoot him?"

In fact, there is no need to beat Nie Zhao so miserably, the Emperor also has thousands of ways to solve the problem of that person.

Di Jiuque's eyes grew colder, and Feng Liao's heart trembled as he watched.

Just when he thought that the emperor would not answer, a clear and low voice sounded, and the cold light in those icy eyes flashed, "He vomited blood lightly, let him pay ten times."

Feng Liao completely understood his thoughts this time.

The emperor was taking revenge against Bai Ri Li Nie Zhao's last eruption of the power of the gods, and the wife was shocked to vomit blood, so he came to trouble him.