640. Chapter 640 Waiting for the king to come back 4
A man wearing a Shura mask stood behind him, tall and straight, exuding a chill of caution.
"Master, do we really want to go in?" There was a hint of unnoticeable worry in his voice.
"Fuxiqin is inside."
The white jade-like body replied coldly. He was Feng Qingyang who had always wanted to help Hua Qianxi find Fu Xiqin.
Standing behind him is the protector who is inseparable from him - Mu Ying!
"But……"
"Now that you're here, there's no reason to leave empty-handed!"
Under the white jade mask, Feng Qingyang's eyes paused on the shining golden characters of "Netherworld Realm", and an icy cold light flashed in his eyes.
As soon as his long and straight legs took a step forward, suddenly, an old and sharp laughter came from the depths of the Netherworld: "Hahaha... Lingzi, you really think of grandma! Hahaha..."
Feng Qingyang's footsteps didn't pause at all, his eyes looked straight into the depths where he couldn't even reach his fingertips, and his voice was like a mandala blooming in this dark and humid place: "Grandma, how are you doing lately?"
"Not dead yet, hahaha..."
Sharp laughter filled the sky with black dust, and will-o'-the-wisps lit up the night.
In the dazzling white light, a charming and enchanting face was surrounded by little ghosts, posing and posing, with a snake-like body swimming bonelessly, and its eyes sharply staring at the cold and charming figure in the distance.
The man's upright and upright body made her lick her tongue lustfully, and her red lips were enchanting.
She is beautiful and charming!
She is even more enchanting and passionate, making men’s blood boil when they see her.
In front of Feng Qingyang, she will always have the same youthful face as an eighteen-year-old girl.
The only difference is that her voice is getting hoarse!
Illusion can change the appearance of a demon, but it can never change the essence of a person.
When he opened his mouth, his hoarse voice was as sharp as iron cutting glass.
Feng Qingyang's eyes fell on Xi Mei's face, and he ignored the old woman's deliberately exposed curves.
"Lingzi, come here!"
With a wave of his hand painted with fiery red khaodan, all the little ghosts around him retreated knowingly, leaving a broad avenue in front of Feng Qingyang.
On the avenue paved with red carpets, the wind was clear and the clouds were light and the steps were moving gently, slowly approaching the danger step by step.
Suddenly, the body lying on the soft couch swayed, and the pungent fragrance of flowers condensed into a human shape in front of Feng Qingyang. Her cold, boneless fingers ambiguously touched the man's white jade mask, and her eyes were frivolous: "Little Lingzi, you
Do you miss grandma? Hmm?"
Feng Qingyang's eyes did not move, he reached out, gently took off the evil spirit's hand, and said softly: "Grandma treats Lingzi like a reborn parent, Lingzi naturally misses you."
"Oh? Hahaha..." Xi Mei's charming eyes were half-squinted, and a hint of heart-stopping emotion caused the will-o'-the-wisp that illuminated the night to flicker.
The moist netherworld flickers in and out of light, creating a strange atmosphere.
She laughed seductively: "What a reborn parent!"
The bone-corroding white palm suddenly pinched Feng Qingyang's neck. She gritted her teeth and smiled beyond her eyes: "Lingzi, your parents abandoned you, do you hate them?"
Feng Qingyang: "...hate!"
His eyes were focused on the charming face of Jin Mei, and the hands on his neck were tightening. The chill penetrated his heart, but he didn't feel afraid at all.
He has been asked this question thousands of times, and every time, his answer is only one word.