Feng Qingyang looked around with cold eyes, strode up to a relatively lightly injured person, and asked: "Where is Princess Gong from Ling Xiao Kingdom?"
"she?"
The person in question raised his head in fear. Seeing that it was Feng Qingyang, he stuttered in fright. He shook his head cautiously and said, "No, I don't know..."
"Where are your Imperial Preceptor and His Majesty? Were they taken away together?"
"National Preceptor? I didn't see the Imperial Preceptor... The Holy One was taken away... Princess, she... she..."
The man spoke incoherently and shook his head sadly, suddenly realizing that he had no memory of Chen Xi's departure.
how so?
He couldn't help but raise his bloody hand and knock on his forehead.
Feng Qingyang looked at him suspiciously, seeing that he was hesitating and unable to explain, so he decisively released his consciousness and used it to search around the person's mind.
Not just the person in front of him, he searched the memories of all the people present.
Finally, he angrily discovered that it was Mo Mingxin and Shangxuan Lishuang who were responsible!
But the strange thing is that Shangxuan Lishuang captured Grandpa Xue and others, and Mo Mingxin also captured Leng Wuyan, but where is Xi'er?
Who took her away?
He searched everyone's memories and found that no one had the memory of when Chen Xi left. What's going on?
"Damn it!" Mo Mingxin! Shangxuan Lishuang!
The overwhelming anger once again transformed him into the demon king.
With silver hair and purple eyes, anyone who sees him is afraid.
In everyone's frightened eyes, he went straight to the top of Ziyun.
…
On the top of the purple clouds, purple clouds surround half of the dark mountain.
The sound of wild laughter spread far away on the top of the mountain.
"Hahaha……"
The wine glass fell, and a charming and ambiguous sound came from the other side of the wall.
With a bang, the slightly open vermilion door was blown away by a strong spiritual power.
In the eternal darkness, a tall figure stood in the wind, like a big moving iceberg, looking coldly at the entanglement on the soft couch in the center of the hall.
The magic power of the devil requires constant reconciliation of yin and yang in order to improve, and Mo Mingxin, who absorbed her magic power, took this point to the fullest extent.
She raised her eyebrows slightly, glanced at the elegant man at the door seductively, and licked her tongue coquettishly.
From those blood-red lips, there were low moans of indulgence and madness.
"Where's Xi'er?"
Feng Qingyang looked at her deliberate provocation coldly, his cold eyes like two sharp arrows shooting at the two naked bodies.
Mo Mingxin saw it and laughed loudly: "Tian Lingzi, you came here rashly, do you want to beg me to let you join? Hahaha... Okay, it's more fun with three people! Come over..."
As she spoke, she looked like a high and mighty queen, enchantingly stretching out her white and slender jade hands to Feng Qingyang.
With her fingers slightly hooked, she smiled lewdly, and between her brows was actually a gift to Feng Qingyang.
Feng Qingyang's cold eyes narrowed, and with one palm she flew away the man who was lying on her body as if he was crazy.
His gaze was like a torch, turning into two clusters of hunting and burning fire, which suddenly shot towards the woman's outstretched hand.
The tone was a bit colder: "Where are the hostages?"
"Hey, our spirit son is getting more and more domineering!"
Mo Mingxin lazily retracted her hand, brought it to her red lips and blew on herself pityingly. The vagina in front of her was no longer covered by the man, and she was not ashamed.
Simply, he put on various provocative poses on the soft couch, covered his mouth and laughed: "Lingzi, look, my figure is not worse than Hua Qianxi's, right? Hahaha, to be honest, I really
I’m curious, what would Hua Qianxi look like under another man? Hahaha... maybe she will scream even more..."
Bang!
She suddenly flew into the air, and the soft couch beneath her was turned into ashes by the angry palm of a certain man.
Feng Qingyang opened his purple eyes and looked at her sharply: "Are you trying to talk nonsense again?"
"Nonsense? Hahaha! Tian Lingzi, don't you know that you are cuckolding?"
Mo Mingxin leaned lazily against a large shining silver pillar, stroking his long black hair.
She raised her fingers slightly, and a beam of bright light popped out from her palm, and there was a magic mirror in front of Feng Qingyang.
In the illusion mirror, a woman wearing a long goose-yellow dress sat elegantly in front of the Fuxi Qin he was most familiar with.
The slender fingers flicked gently, and the sound of the piano was faint, like weeping.
It's like a woman's murmur of love, strands and threads, touching the heart.
Feng Qingyang looked at the woman's back for a moment, and under his sleeves, he slowly clenched his fists.
Suddenly, slow applause came from the illusion mirror, and a tall man with half-undressed clothes appeared in the mirror.
That person was none other than Shangxuan Lishuang.
He gazed lovingly at the woman playing the piano, stepped closer, and then suddenly took the woman's hand and kissed her...
Mo Ming looked at Feng Qingyang's gloomy face with ulterior motives, and smiled so evilly: "How about it, how do you feel when you see Hua Qianxi going to bed with another man in order to save others?
?
Feeling sour? Still feel useless?
Are you starting to regret your thousand years of waiting?
However, Tian Lingzi, don’t forget that Hua Qianxi doesn’t belong to you in the first place. She owes Shangxuan Lishuang a lot. She deserves to spend more time with her and sleep with her more often..."
The wind moved, and the purple-red light slammed into Mo Mingxin's malicious mouth.
She used her magic power to block the beam of light, and when she looked at the door again, Feng Qingyang's figure had long disappeared.
"Hahaha...Tian Lingzi, you asked for it!"
The trick succeeded. She looked at the phantom mirror proudly and saw that Shangxuan Lishuang in the phantom mirror suddenly stopped teasing and turned around slowly, revealing the face that had been blocked by him just now.
woman.
It was a woman whose figure and temperament were very similar to Chen Xi - Zhang Lian'er.
At this time, her eyes were dull, and two crystal tears slowly fell from the corners of her eyes...
Shangxuan Lishuang lifted Zhang Lian'er's chin indifferently, like a tyrant looking down at the world, and coldly uttered a few words from his mouth: "How is it? Have you thought about it?"
"..."
Tears welled up in Zhang Lian'er's eyes. She looked at the unconscious Leng Wuyan who was thrown in the corner with distress.
Shangxuan Lishuang forced her to make a deal. If she didn't agree, he would taint her in front of Leng Wuyan.
For a woman, what could be more shameful than this threat?
Zhang Lian'er didn't expect that with her ability, she managed to escape the miasma, but in the end she still ended up being eaten by mermaids.
What else could she do besides nodding her head and agreeing?
"Hahaha... Yes, what I want is your pitiful appearance!"
Shangxuan Lishuang got a satisfactory answer, and he patted Zhang Lian'er's forehead with his hand.