Everyone in the cave and even outside the cave couldn't help but gasped when they heard the sound. This news was so shocking and shocking!
The Mad Emperor who was rumored to be dead is actually not dead!
And he looks so dashing and handsome that he is actually a handsome young man![
The old mama was surprised. He did not dare to have the slightest doubt about the person in front of him. Otherwise, with the temperament of the Mad Emperor and the Sword Master, he might have directly operated on the Blood Concubine for the scene that caused a great commotion among the ancient clan.
Although there are many powerful people around Blood Concubine, even if there are tens of thousands of them, they are still unable to defeat any one of Crazy and Broken Sword. Let alone the two of them joining forces. Even if Blood Concubine herself can compete, her strength has not been restored after all.
The appearance of Kuang Lao frightened all the disciples in the cave.
Mammy took a deep breath, shook her head in frustration, and bowed her hands to Broken Sword and Kuang Lao: "The Sword Saint Taoist, Kuang Emperor, is here in person. The Blood Sect is very honored. It is really glorious."
"Stop talking nonsense, tell me how much dowry your Blood Sect requires, and I'll make good preparations when I get back!" Duan Jian nodded scornfully and said with a smile.
"Don't you dare." When the old woman heard this, her mouth twitched.
Give a bride price? Stop making trouble!
If he really asked for a betrothal gift, several ancient tribes might be turned upside down and crying tomorrow.
I still remember that thousands of years ago, the Sword Saint Daozu went to propose marriage for his good disciple Jian Yao, and robbed seven or eight ancient tribes along the way. This directly alarmed the Ancient God Dynasty.
There are not many masters in the Blood Sect who can handle it now. Before the Blood Concubine recovers her strength, the old woman thinks she is not yet capable of fighting against the Ancient God Dynasty. She does not want to invite this trouble.
"The fame of these two seniors has shaken the heaven and the earth. I can't help but try to stop you. Since Young Master Yue Xuan wants to see the Blood Concubine, I will go and inform you. Please wait here for a moment." The old woman turned around and said,
He sighed and walked inward, sinking into the darkness of the cave.
"As expected of my disciple, he has fallen in love with the Blood Concubine. He is really domineering. If such a strange woman can practice dual cultivation, hehehe, it will be very good." Sword Saint Taoist nudged Yue Xuan with his elbow, with a squinted look on his face.
The expression on his face made Yue Xuan look at it.
If I couldn't beat this old man now, I really wanted to beat him up.
After waiting there for a while, the lights on the distant stone wall lit up one by one, and a woman slowly walked out from the depths. The woman was dressed in a gorgeous red dress, with bright eyes, a curvy waist and a collar, and she was like a fairy in the sky.
Her blue hair is hanging down, and her face is like mutton-fat white jade. Every time she frowns or smiles, she looks extremely beautiful.
"Good taste!" Duanjian looked at this beauty and glanced at his apprentice in surprise.
What is the beauty of the country? What is the beauty of the country and the beauty of the city? This is it!
Not only does he have a great appearance and decent manners, but he also has a great temperament. In Duanjian’s opinion, only a madman’s disciple is worthy of being the most powerful female!
"Who wants to see me?" The peerless beauty stood in front of Yue Xuan and the others. Her unworldly temperament was particularly obvious. She spoke slowly, and her voice was magnetic and sweet, like the sound of a pendant ring.
The woman's whole body was radiant and graceful. When he saw her, there was a roar in Yue Xuan's mind, and then his mind began to turmoil. He stared blankly at the goddess-like figure in front of him, recalling bits and pieces in his mind, familiar yet unfamiliar.[
She is undoubtedly stunning. Her movements are all possessed by the supreme female. She is like a work of art that can be carved. There is no word in the world to describe her except perfection. She is not someone else.
Murong Ningxue is the woman that I have pondered hard in my heart, and am willing to treat sincerely for the rest of my life, and accompany her till the end of the world, Murong Ningxue!
Although she has changed and her temperament has changed, Yue Xuan still loves him. But this kind of love is a strange kind of love. It is difficult for Yue Xuan to understand why Murong Ningxue is so indifferent when she sees him, as if
Met a stranger.
The old nanny stood behind her respectfully, without speaking, as if she was sighing.
"Ningxue" Yue Xuan looked at this woman, opened his mouth, and shouted almost tremblingly.
Faced with so many difficulties, so many challenges, even if his life was in danger, Yue Xuan's words had never been as trembling as they were today. He looked at the woman in front of him, stretched out his hand involuntarily, and tears seemed to be welling up in his eyes.
Murong Ningxue's beauty companion whom she longed for day and night
When Murong Ningxue saw Yue Xuan reaching out to touch her face, her calm expression changed slightly, her feet moved, her skirt fluttered, she avoided Yue Xuan's touch, and frowned, "Master, please respect yourself."
"Boom!"
This sentence was like an electric shock that struck Yue Xuan's whole body pale. He looked at Murong Ningxue, his face was as white as a piece of paper. Thousands of words were tied up on his tongue, and he couldn't say a word. Kuang Lao and Broken Sword
Seeing Murong Ningxue's reaction, they looked at each other and frowned.
"Ningxue? Don't you recognize me? Do you remember that you saved me? Do you remember Yueshui City? Do you remember the Lost Forest? Do you remember our agreement? Please don't forget me."
Yue Xuan looked straight at Murong Ningxue. Her cheerfulness was replaced by frost, and she exuded a blasphemous temperament. When she heard Yue Xuan's question, she frowned tightly again and lowered her head, "Remember!"
"You remember! You really remember!" Yue Xuan took a deep breath, and the tears in his eyes were suddenly washed away by joy, and he almost jumped up with excitement.
"That was the place where I experienced my first experience. I always remember that I was chased by a pack of wandering wolves. I always remember that I killed a charm leopard. I still remember that I used the inner elixir in exchange for the first barrel from the Bounty Guild.
Jin. This is my most precious memory, how did you know?" Murong Ningxue stared at Yue Xuan in surprise. She was surprised that this young man knew so many things about her. Could it be that he is really an old friend? But who is he? These
Things, but the most precious memory that I keep in my heart?
Murong Ningxue lowered her head and frowned, puzzled.
"What about the Murong Ancient Clan? Ningxue doesn't remember it either?" Yue Xuan was stunned for a moment, his heart pounding wildly at Murong Ningxue's words again, "This is the place where Ningxue was raised for many years? Murong Zhanfeng
?Murong Zhanhun? Don’t you even remember?"
Yue Xuan took a deep breath and named one name after another, hoping to evoke Murong Ningxue's memories. She didn't believe it. She didn't remember anything about herself.
Murong Ningxue frowned, as if she had a headache. After a moment, she shook her head and pulled back her hair: "The Murong Ancient Clan is the place where I was raised, so of course I remember it. I have already rewarded them and thank them for their care over the years.
We have been divorced for a long time and have nothing to do with me. I am the tenth generation blood concubine, Ningxue!"
"Who exactly is the young master? Why do you know so many things about me?" Murong Ningxue said to Yue Xuande.
After hearing these words, Yue Xuan's face became unstable, and a mouthful of blood spurted out, dripping on the ground, like a dazzling bloody flower, and laughed wildly.
Is this the feeling that the greatest sorrow is the death of your heart?
The beauty does not know the husband, the heart bleeds (To be continued. Mobile phone users please go to read.)