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Chapter 1780 The world of you and me

There are only a few people who can make Qingge kneel down willingly, and naturally Xiao Shanyan is not among them.

She always remembered that kneel down to Xun Wu with tears, and the guardians of the nine realms helped her.

She couldn't forget the shame she felt at that time. The anger was like a fire that engulfed her heart and burned her limbs and bones.

She finally understood.

In his lifetime, he will slaughter dogs from all over the nine realms.

She didn't do it for the sake of innocent sentient beings, nor for the sake of heaven and earth. She simply wanted to vent her anger and avenge her previous shame.

In front of the cobblestone stairs, Xiao Shanyan stood with his hands behind his back. When he heard Qing Ge's words, a terrifying color quickly flashed across his deep eyes, filled with dark mist, like the poisonous barrier of the Nine Netherworld, terrifying, crazy, and gradually filled with anger.

spread.

boom!

The pebble steps and the green steel floor were all broken into many gaps. When the gaps expanded, wind appeared and thunder sounded.

Xiao Shanyan stretched out his hands, and when the spiritual energy surged, Liu Yan'er and Qing Ge were pushed forward by the spiritual energy and appeared in Xiao Shanyan's hands.

Xiao Shanyan grabbed their fragile necks, lifted them high, and then threw them to the ground without mercy.

"Disobedient beasts have no value in surviving." Xiao Shanyan said lightly.

The spiritual energy passed by like a tornado, a whimpering sound was heard in the air, and the courtyard walls on the ground were all cracked.

The firefinch was standing on the courtyard wall. There was a bang, and a crack appeared. The firefinch was so frightened that it covered its head and opened its eyes cautiously.

"It's terrible, boss, stand up and beat him to death."

After the firebird finished speaking angrily, he hid among the branches of a tree to watch the battle secretly. He only hoped that the battle would not harm innocent people. It was just a harmless and kind-hearted bird.

The moment Qingge fell to the ground, her bones seemed to be broken. Listening to the chirping sound of the firebird, if possible, she wanted to roast the bird and eat it first.

Qingge sat up, raised her hand to wipe the blood from the corner of her mouth, and raised her eyes to look at Xiao Shanyan.

The sunlight behind Xiao Shanyan caused the man's figure to blend into the light, which was very dazzling and blurry, making the view unreal.

But Qingge can feel the powerful aura and the aura of the apocalyptic storm.

Fifth level great spiritual master.

So powerful.

Qing Ge narrowed her eyes. At the peak of the second level, she was as small as an ant and vulnerable to Xiao Shanyan.

She could defeat the Wind Protector and was qualified to fight against the fourth-level great spiritual master, but she was tired in front of the early fifth-level great spiritual master.

She had almost no ability to resist.

"Is there any wine?" A clear voice sounded in my ears.

Qing Ge turned around to look, Liu Yan'er moved her body and sat next to Qing Ge. Scarlet blood was flowing down her slender white legs.

When he fell to the ground, his leg was scratched by a sharp stone, leaving a shocking wound on his thigh.

She was completely unaware of the pain, wiped the blood on the Waning Moon Sword, and asked casually.

The magic spirit wine she treasured, and Qing Ge’s wine competition, greatly weakened her vitality. After half a month of melancholy drinking, it had already bottomed out.

A person like her can live without flowers, but life without wine is fatal.

Qingge pursed her lips. She could clearly see the hideous scar on the side of Liu Yan'er's face, extending to her collarbone.

Qingge took out the heart-broken wine without hesitation and threw a jar to Liu Yan'er, "Treasure fine wine. Drinking a jar will make one jar less. Speaking of which, I'm a little reluctant to let you drink it."

"Demon spirit wine is not precious, so wouldn't it hurt my heart to compete with you?" Liu Yan'er opened the seal and said with a smile.

Qingge tugged her lips and sneered, "One drink will break your heart, and your demon wine will not be able to be brought to the table."

Liu Yan'er frowned and sulked, "I've never heard of heart-broken wine. Look, my little sister is so pitiful. For people from a small place, a jar of heart-broken wine is regarded as a treasure. So I sighed and drank.

Once I drink this wine, see if the intestines in my abdomen will be broken. If not, I will change my name."

Qingge: "..." She thought that she would be unreasonable occasionally, but she never thought that Liu Yan'er could also use strong words to make excuses.

The corners of Qingge's mouth twitched crazily.

If it is said to be a heart-breaking wine, does it mean that the person's intestines must be broken?

When a beauty is drunk, isn't it because she wants to drink to become a beauty?

A row of black lines fell on Qingge's forehead.

"If I drink a jar of wine like this to quench my thirst, I won't drink it again." After saying this, Liu Yan'er raised her head, lifted the jar, and a thin, crystalline line fell into her mouth. A jar of heart-broken wine, in an instant

It becomes empty.

After finishing the drink, Liu Yan'er's eyes lit up and flashed, "Is there any more?"

She has drunk all kinds of wines in the world, which are strong, heart-burning, fragrant and delicious, but she has never drunk wine like this. Not much to say, everything is in the wine, her lungs seem to be burning with fire, and her bone marrow is numb.

Liu Yan'er's eyes were moist, remembering all the things in the past.

Qingge raised her eyebrows, "You won't drink anymore, won't you?"

"It's natural to drink more good wine," Liu Yan'er said.

The surrounding cultivators looked at each other in disbelief. They were at war with each other, standing aside with sharp and cold weapons in hand to surround and suppress them.

The two of them, caught in a dangerous life-and-death situation, were unaware that they were drinking wine in the wind, singing to each other, and drank happily.

Some cultivators who love wine couldn't help but swallow their saliva when they saw how delicious the two Qingge drinks were.

What kind of fine wine can be called heartbroken?

Xiao Shanyan's eyes darkened, filled with murderous intent, and the aura around him appeared.

His eyes fell on Qingge.

Ye Qingge is a talented person, but unfortunately he is too arrogant.

Such people will not end well even if they leave the Tianqi Sea.

The most indispensable thing in the realm of the gods is geniuses and strong men. A genius who has no background and is alone will die too early if he is too arrogant.

Fierceness, arrogance, appearance, strength, Ye Qingge has it all.

If a person who knows the current affairs is a hero and can bend and stretch, that is the best thing.

"Ye Qingge, you have to understand that if you live, you have hope. If you die, there will be nothing. I will give you one last chance, otherwise, you will be killed without mercy." Xiao Shanyan said: "Just kneel down and respect me.

As king, follow me, cross the Tianqi Sea, and go up. In the future, in the heaven of gods, it will be the world of you and me."

Xiaoshan Yanxu narrowed his eyes.

Ye Qingge is too arrogant, only by breaking her pride can Xiao Shanyan trust her.

At this point, if Ye Qingge persists in her obsession, Xiao Shanyan must let her die!

Xiao Shanyan couldn't let go of her face.

He had been humiliated by Ye Qingge and had to find his place.

But he didn't understand Ye Qingge. Ye Qingge's kneeling to Xun Wu Lei was a calamity in her heart.

All unfair and unfair guardians of the Nine Realms will be her enemies.

The seeds in her heart were already taking root and sprouting.

If he wanted her to kneel down, he would have to break her legs and press her to the cold ground.

Qing Ge laughed loudly, and in the entire empty Ziling Garden, only her cold laughter could be heard.

She fell back and lay on the ground with several cracks under her body.

She held a jar of wine in her right hand, poured it on her face, and washed her face.

The strong aroma of the wine stimulated her nasal cavity.

No one knows what the price of kneeling means to her.


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