I picked up a property.

In an instant, countless memories emerged from the depths of my mind.

Shameful, humiliating, unbearable to look back on...

All kinds of past events that she didn't want to recall flooded into her mind like a torrent of water.

Feng Xia raised her foot and kicked Mo Zhongxiu to the ground.

I don’t know if it’s because he kicked the spirit girl’s butt too much. Recently, he feels that everything he kicks is very smooth...

Judging from the feel of the feet, the shape of Mo Zhongxiu's butt is obviously not as comfortable as the spirit girl's kicking.

"You...you actually..."

Mo Zhongxiu was confused for a moment.

She...she was actually kicked in the buttocks by a man?

If it weren't for the burning pain that kept coming from behind, she would have almost thought that she was in a terrible nightmare!

"As a subject of Xuanwu Kingdom, how dare you attack me? Even my father has never beaten me -"

Mo Zhongxiu couldn't help but feel angry. She suddenly activated her majestic magic power, the gray mist screamed, turned into a hazy-looking statue, and punched Feng Xia brazenly.

Although the appearance of the statue was unclear, it seemed to be the same as the Holy Son Yingdao, and both had a unique temperament that could not be concealed.

Snapped!

Feng Xia slapped him without thinking.

In an instant, the gray statue fell into pieces and was completely annihilated by this palm.

"How about hitting you?"

Feng Xia grinned and showed a devil-like smile. He stepped forward step by step and looked at Mo Zhongxiu who was in disbelief: "I even beat your father!"

"you……"

"Your father is an interesting person with high ambitions. It's a pity that you are his daughter..."

Feng Xia shook her head with regret on her face: "You and the people behind you are still not at a good level."

If others can't recognize it, how can he not recognize it?

Although this was the first time she met this princess, Feng Xia was quite familiar with the power she exerted.

The power of the Holy Son Yingdao Yi is also the source of the strangeness that turns the second level into wasteland!

"Bullshit!"

When he mentioned the Holy Son, Mo Zhongxiu seemed to be greatly stimulated, his towering chest rose and fell, and he immediately said angrily: "You bastard, you don't understand the power of His Highness at all -"

"If he was really as powerful as you say, I wouldn't have killed him so many times."

A nine-lotus flower slowly rotated and bloomed in Feng Xia's palm.

Jiulian Tianxin Prison!

"He himself didn't dare to come to see me, but he asked a puppet like you to come..."

"You guys have great ideas!"

……

I have been idle for a long time and want to work hard, but there are too many things.

This year is really sad. I am very unlucky.

My grandpa managed to hold on for a whole day but he still couldn’t make it through. However, at the age of 93, he was considered happy and sad. Apart from diabetes, he did not have any other serious illnesses. Overall, he walked relatively easily and without pain.

I can only write about the vigils and burials in the past few days using my mobile phone. For the time being, there are only 2 guaranteed updates.

I originally wanted to just do it during the Chinese New Year, but when I thought about it this year, I might be able to turn around if I work harder and write more. As the saying goes, the harder you work, the luckier you will be?

There happens to be a book guest lucky bag event. Friends who are willing to throw it at me can give me blades or reward props. 50 blades or 5000 book coins per update, 50 monthly passes per update. There are statistics in the background, so don’t worry about not seeing them.

After my grandpa finished dealing with it, I stayed at home and coded. It just so happened that the coronavirus was raging and it was hard to go out, so it was best to stay at home.

I wish everyone good health

ByCan't Angel

Chapter 0382

Jiulian Tianxin Prison.

Specializes in treating all kinds of smart people.

——Or, you turn yourself into a fool.

Facts have proved that even the Holy Son Ying Daoyi cannot break the power of Jiulian Tianxin Prison, let alone a mere Mo Zhongxiu.

The moment the lotus petals rose, she seemed to have fallen from heaven to hell.

Desolate and dead.

Fifty lotus petals turned into a heavenly prison, blocking all escape routes.

"It's a small trick! You can't even trap me!"

Looking at the Nine Lotus Heart Prison in front of him, Mo Zhongxiu almost subconsciously mobilized his power, trying to break the blockade and return to the outside world.

However, the next moment, she felt as if she had fallen into an ice cave.

After the Holy Son gave her the power of gray mist, she soared to a level of cultivation that was close to that of the Demon King, and at this moment she completely disappeared.

Not only that, even the power of the gray mist was silent. No matter how she called, she could not get any response.

Mo Lianque couldn't help but become flustered.

She only felt that at this moment, she seemed to have turned back into that weak princess, with low cultivation, facing the approaching crisis, without any resistance.

Losing the strength he relied on was simply the most unbearable thing for Mo Zhongxiu!

"No! This is impossible! Where did my power go?"

"What the hell did you do to me?!"

"Damn it! Get out of here—"

Mo Zhongxiu roared hysterically, and his beautiful face looked particularly distorted: "As a minister of my Mo family, how dare you do such a heinous thing? Who gave you the heart of a dragon and the courage of a phoenix?"

"Mo Zhongxiu, you probably made a mistake."

At this moment, Feng Xia Gujing Wubo's face appeared in the sky above Tianxin Prison.

He looked down at the eldest princess condescendingly, and his tone was particularly calm: "Your father and I are only temporarily in a state of cooperation. When this cooperation ends, if there is no other turning point... He will still will be my enemy."

"You..." Mo Zhongxiu was speechless for a moment.

She couldn't believe her ears...

The strangely powerful young man in blue shirt in front of him spoke with admiration for his father. But in the end, he actually had a hostile relationship with his father. Even after the trip is over, will the two sides continue to be enemies?

Ever since she was a child, she had never seen such a chaotic and weird relationship!

Earlier she scolded Feng Xia for being a minister, but now that she thinks about it, her speech just now was a big joke!

We are already in a hostile relationship, and I am still submitting to you!

"Do you want to break free from this Jiuliantian Heart Prison?"

At the same time, Feng Xia said with a slight smile: "Do you want to surpass the Holy Son Ying Daoyi? Then, try to improve your Taoist heart! If one day, you can beat me in the Taoist heart, when you get there hour……"

Feng Xia's voice gradually faded away.

In the Jiulian Tianxin Prison, the terrible silence once again returned.

There is no light, only darkness, no color, only gray.

"Damn it! This princess will never let you go—"

After looking at this desperate prison for a long time, Mo Zhongxiu suddenly opened her eyes angrily, her eyes filled with bloodshot eyes. She bit her lip fiercely and shouted in an almost crazy voice:

"Just wait! Sooner or later...sooner or later--"

By that time - of course my Taoist heart became stronger.

Looking at the outside world, Mo Zhongxiu suddenly fell into silence, as if he had turned into a clay and wood sculpture, Feng Xia added in his heart with satisfaction.

Mo Zhongxiu is indeed full of desire for power, but unfortunately, perhaps because of her wealthy background, this woman has too many small thoughts, so that in the end, except for the idea of ​​becoming stronger, her own strength is completely worthless. carry……

"Fellow Daoist Mo really gave birth to a good daughter."

After withdrawing all the thoughts in his mind, Feng Xia shook his head, and his eyes fell on the unconscious Mo Lianque: "Your Majesty, don't you feel uncomfortable if you continue to lie there?"

"Cough cough cough..."

Mo Lianque, who was in a coma, suddenly coughed: "Master Feng, stop joking. I was severely injured by my beloved daughter's sneak attack. How could I wake up so quickly?"

"How about I let His Majesty sleep more deeply?"

Feng Xia raised her hand and made a few gestures.

Mo Lianque, who was lying on the ground of the carriage, suddenly jumped up from the ground as if his butt was on fire.

"Master Feng, you have something to say! You have something to say!"

"When did you wake up?" Feng Xia asked coldly.

"Probably... it happened to be the moment when Master Feng appeared? Well... it probably had to be a little earlier... really just a little bit."

Mo Lianque had a dry smile on his face.

Seeing Feng Xia staring at him motionless, the emperor had no choice but to say: "When I saw the little girl, I noticed something was wrong. The reason why I did that was just to see what the little girl had planned. ...Who would have expected that the family would be in misfortune..."

"you……"

Feng Xia was silent for a moment, then spat out a few words: "You are not a good father."

"Maybe……"

Mo Lianque neither confirmed nor denied.

He just smiled bitterly, and then silently treated Mo Zian's injuries.

"Master Feng, since you are here, does that mean..." As he spoke, Mo Lianque suddenly became energetic.

An inexplicable excitement brewed in his chest.

As if being infected by him, other people in the Ancient King's chariot also looked at Feng Xia.

They know their mission.

Change the world, and the human race rises!

"Mo Lianque, let me ask you!"

Feng Xia's eyes moved, and suddenly her voice raised an octave, and she shouted angrily in a deep voice:

"Do you still remember your vision?"

"The world has changed, and humanity has risen!" Mo Lianque was slightly startled. He didn't understand Feng Xia's intention of asking, but he still answered solemnly.

"I ask you again, are you willing to give everything you have for the human race, even if you bear the infamy of thousands of generations?"

"Walk through fire and water, do whatever you want!"

Mo Lianque took a step forward.

This is not only his vision, but also the long-cherished wish of the Mohist ancestors and Emperor Xuanwu of all dynasties!

No matter what happened, no matter what hardships he went through, his ambition never wavered.

"My final question to you..."

Feng Xia also took a deep breath.

A lotus bloomed at his feet.

"If your plan is destined to fail from the beginning, with no chance of success...will you still stick to your beliefs?"

Mo Lianque couldn't help but be startled when he heard this.

What if everything is doomed to fail?

Could it be that this mysterious Master Feng had a premonition of something in advance?