There is No Fairy I Can't Bend

"Snow Sword, I was wrong!"

Seeing that there was anything wrong with Tang Xuejian's posture, Ruan Jianxin would chop off the branch mercilessly, and then Tang Xuejian deftly turned around, and the green bricks under her feet turned into powder.

Mo Mingxin didn't know how much Tang Xuejian's swordsmanship would improve if she continued to practice like this, but at least her body skills...after two hundred years, she would absolutely surpass the entire cultivation world.

But watching Tang Xuejian being chased by Ruan Jianxin is a good pastime for now, at least it is easier than facing the pair of cold eyes beside him.

"I said Fairy Yin, you have been staring at me like this for a long time. You have been staring at me since you came to Qin's house. Are you interested in me? How about we go back to the room to discuss?"

Yin Shiming was silent, and after a while, he said: "If you want to compete, you can do it here. Why do you want to enter the room?"

Mo Mingxin looked shocked: "Sister, you are a bit brave."

113

At dusk, Wu Huan was in his room, fidgeting and walking around frequently. Anxiety and worry were constantly intertwined in his heart, making him unable to calm down.

He wanted to find his father, but he didn't know the location of Changjing Pavilion, so he wanted to pretend he didn't know, but if someone found out that the owner of the dance family was missing, he didn't know how to deal with it.

"What should I do, what should I do, what should I do now? Go...to find her?"

For a moment, that alluring figure lingered in his mind, Wu Huan hesitated for a moment, and was about to turn around and walk out of the room, when a joking voice suddenly sounded in the room.

"Young Master Wu, you seem to be very worried. In this case, how about going to see your father together?"

Wu Huan froze for a moment, then turned around abruptly, just in time to meet a pair of purple eyes, and then he didn't know anything.

......

Wutian's mood at this moment is hard to describe in words.He is a majestic dancer, the head of one of the few big families in Xiu Letian, and he will end up in such a situation.

The dark prison cell and the cold iron chains deprived him of his freedom and his profound cultivation.

He has been imprisoned for an unknown number of hours. At the beginning, he tried to struggle and curse, but unfortunately he couldn't get any response.

Finally, he was tired and stopped. The first thing that rushed to his heart was unexplainable sadness and anger.

His own son, the son he had put all his heart and soul into cultivating, actually betrayed him and the family!

After spending an unknown amount of time in a state of grief and anger, his physical injuries made him even more tired, his mind began to slacken, and his eyelids seemed to be heavy, making it difficult to hold them up.

And at this moment, the sound of the iron door opening sounded in the dark cell, and a ray of light appeared at the door of the cell.

"Master Dancer, are you in good spirits?"

It's that voice!

Wu Tian felt that he would never forget this hateful voice for the rest of his life!Originally, the marriage between the Qin and Wu families should go smoothly. The son of his family married the daughter of the Qin family, and everything in the two families was the same as in the past.

It was because of the owner of this voice that everything became strange.

"Demon girl! I must kill you!"

Wutian's spirit recovered a lot, that hoarse roar was so hysterical.

Mo Mingxin smiled gracefully, and said softly, "Master Dancer, don't be so loud, I have very good hearing."

"Witch! No matter what wishful thinking you have, you will never succeed. My dancer is not as simple as you think. Even if I die, my dancer will not let you go!"

"There is no need to talk about the scene, Master Dancer." Mo Ming smiled heartily, turned slightly sideways, and let out the figure of the person behind him: "I think what Master Dancer wants to see more now than me is his son, right? I made a special trip to bring him here for you."

Seeing his son's figure, Wutian was furious immediately: "Nizi, do you still have the face to appear in front of me?!"

Behind Mo Mingxin, Wu Huan seemed a little at a loss. After all, he was facing his father, and he had framed him a few hours ago, so he naturally felt uneasy now. .

However, he was relieved to see that Wutian was not unusual except that he was in a miserable situation and was tied up. At least his father would not have to suffer the same treatment as him.

But I don't know why, seeing Wutian's fairly neat clothes, Wuhuan felt a kind of...

"Mr. Wu, seeing your expression, I feel as if I have seen the inferiority of human beings. Do you feel that your father has not been treated the same as you, and I feel a little unbalanced? Tsk tsk tsk, you are really cheating. "

Mo Mingxin stared at Wu Huan's expression with great interest, and suddenly shouted: "Come here, take Patriarch Wu out, Mr. Wu wants to see the picture of his father being tainted by white turbidity."

Two men in black with strange masks walked in immediately and were about to lift up Wutian.

Wuhuan hurriedly shouted: "Stop! Stop quickly! I've never thought about it like this before, don't talk nonsense!"

"Nizi, shut up!" Wutian said angrily, "My dancer never begs for mercy. If you are a man, show me some blood! No matter how vicious you are treated, you are not allowed to give in!"

"Father, I beg you, stop talking!"

Wu Huan was about to cry, while begging his father to shut up quickly, he looked at Mo Mingxin, hoping that she would take back the order.

Mo Mingxin rubbed his chin, frowned and said, "Young Master Wu, I think you should respect your father's words. Since he wants to show his manly character, I'm happy to give him a chance."

"No, never!"

Wu Huan turned pale with shock, if Mo Mingxin really let Mo Mingxin do this, it would be as straightforward as killing Wu Tian with a sword.

"Shut up!" Wu Tian shouted: "If you have any tricks, just use them, I will frown, I will not be called Wu Tian!"

"Master Dancer, if you provoke me like this, I will feel that you can't wait." Mo Mingxin said with a smile: "Since you have said so, as a model junior who respects the old and loves the young, I should also respect the senior request. Come, carry away!"

Mo Mingxin ordered, and Wutian was immediately carried out.But Wu Huan tried fiercely to stop him, but was finally captured by another man in black who came in, unable to move.

Familiar rooms, familiar smells, familiar people.

Returning to that frightening room again, Wuhuan's eyes were filled with unbearable pain.