The nine tails flashed out from behind, each of them towering above the head. As they swayed, they were not only charming, but also revealed a strong murderous aura. The aura was fierce and unstoppable.
The mysterious man who was punched was indeed a little overwhelmed. Half of his purple robe appeared immediately. But the next moment, another layer of mysterious power was added to hide his figure.
It would be difficult for an ordinary god-level master to detect the existence of this man. But Murong Feixue had been covering his mouth for a long time, so he was naturally familiar with his aura and concealment patterns. He soon tracked the direction in which the purple-robed man was escaping.
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If she guessed correctly, there was no other man except Long Zimo who could have the same aura as Long Ming!
And before that, she heard that Situ Qixue said that she knew Long Zimo, and Di Batian also said that Long Zimo had explained it to them, so the matter became complicated. If the man who suddenly appeared was not caught, things would have happened.
It will continue to be simple and confused.
"Hey! Come out if you have the ability. What kind of hero can you be if you hide? You are a coward. You have never been able to stand out in your life. No wonder you have been ostracized and ignored. Even if you ascend to the throne, you are still below others! What do you mean?
Do you have any bones at all..." Murong Feixue chased and cursed.
On that quiet and remote road, I could hear Murong Feixue's voice like a mantra, chanting incessantly. If it weren't for the fact that there were very few people traveling on this road, someone would have regarded her as a lunatic...
Perhaps it was because of the pain, but she actually felt this purple-robed man stop at the corner of a cold palace. The cold wind suddenly blew over Murong Feixue's cheek. She could be sure that this man was already standing in front of her.
Less than three steps away, he was staring at me angrily.
She was not afraid at all. Instead, she raised her head and said arrogantly: "What? What do you want to say?"
"Crash..." came a sound like a water curtain blocking the sound.
Three steps away from Murong Feixue, he saw a purple figure slowly appearing. The slender figure was as straight as a birch tree. The graceful posture had the elegance and coldness of Long Ming. Look at that face again.
, is indeed Long Ming’s half-brother, Long Zimo!
But compared to Long Ming, he was still a little less elegant, a little less cold, a little less carefree, a little less cold and charming. More, he was just evil and sycophantic.
"What do you want me to say? You have said enough. I am indeed not as good as my brother. Long Ming has extraordinary cultivation and is loved by everyone! My father has always praised him as a genius since he was a child, but I am just a nobody.
The second prince who cares about you!" Long Zimo roared excitedly.
Murong Feixue did not interrupt, but just listened quietly. The expression on her face showed no sympathy or disgust. It was as if she was just watching a big show that had nothing to do with her. She laughed and cursed, but she didn't care at all.
Even so, Long Zimo still did not calm down, and continued to vent with a look of sorrow and anger: "I will not be the first in the world, and I will not be the second in the world, but I have worked hard! I have worked hard to the limit...
Who told me to have a queen who lived in the cold palace, and who told me that I was the child of a palace maid..."
After taking a breath for a moment, Long Zimo continued talking to himself: "In front of the Loli Pillar, you and my brother saved my life together and forced me to accept your kindness! In this way,
In front of the throne, you can kick me away openly, no matter what..."
