He was dumbfounded, his eyes widened slightly as he looked at Mo Xie who was standing in front of the gilded table.
Mo Xie sighed in disappointment, "Prince Xiang has feelings, but the goddess has no intentions."
Mo Xie turned around and walked down.
Looking at the feast place, apart from Qingge's Double Dragon Golden Throne, Wang Qinghong's position is the most noble.
Not long after, Mo Xie walked up to Wang Qinghong, suppressed a smile, and looked at Wang Qinghong with cold eyes, "Young Master Wang, I want this position."
There were no polite words, and there was no provocation. It seemed to be such a natural thing, and the condescending attitude completely angered Wang Qinghong.
Although Wang Qinghong was afraid of the evil king appearing out of thin air, he was more disapproving of it.
"It's best to be careful, this person is quite weird." Nan Xueluo reminded.
Wang Qinghong snorted softly and said through his soul: "What kind of evil king in the Beiling Realm is just exaggerated. Can he really change the world?"
Wang Qinghong put down the wine glass in his hand, folded his hands around his chest, leaned back, and tilted the chair slightly. He raised his eyes and looked at Mo Xie with a half-smile, and said, "Evil King, I'm sorry, this position belongs to me."
However, just after Wang Qinghong's words fell, there was a bang, and Wang Qinghong on the chair disappeared. Not far away, dust and smoke billowed out, and a deep pit appeared. Wang Qinghong's limbs were struggling to move outside, and his head was sunk deep into the desert.
Rolling yellow sand.
Mo Xie flicked the ashes on his red robe and said in confusion: "Why can't today's children understand human language?"
Mo Xie wiped the table and chairs, then slowly sat down, crossed his legs, picked up the wine glass, and rubbed the lines on the surface of the glass with his fingertips. With his slow rubbing movements, everyone's heart seemed to be in their throats.
mouth.
Wang Qinghong struggled for a long time before he pulled his head out of the mound of soil. His hair was stuck to the yellow sand and fell down. It looked like a mess, but the demeanor of the young master of the Wang family was nowhere to be seen.
Wang Qinghong clenched his fists with both hands, his eyes were blazing, and he was gritting his teeth.
Wang Qinghong was extremely angry. He raised his hand and gave an order, "I am the eldest son of the royal family. Even if you are the king of Beiling Realm, you must not lose your sense. It is not your turn to come to this heaven."
Zhe. All phantom masters, please teach this ungrateful person a lesson for me!"
As Wang Qinghong raised his arms and shouted, the powerful Phantom Realm warriors who followed Wang Qinghong stepped on the ground with their soles of their feet, pulled out their weapons, flew across the sky, and headed straight for Mo Xie.
Mo Xie tilted his head slightly, with a cold and cold light flowing in his eyes.
He is like a high mountain that stands tall on the earth and has not been shaken for thousands of years.
Facing the joint attack of ten powerful phantom warriors, Mo Xie did not even frown.
Wang Qinghong gritted his teeth, filled with hatred, narrowed his sinister eyes, and glared at Mo Xie angrily, "I don't know what to say, this time, I will make you die or not!"
"You underestimated him." Nan Xueluo shook her head and said quietly.
Wang Qinghong always disagreed, "Your Excellency Nan, I understand your concerns, but the ten elite phantom powerhouses in my palace are by no means vegetarians."
Nan Xueluo stopped talking and remained silent, only letting out a light sneer.
Heaven and earth, the wind rises.
The strong wind swept the rolling yellow sand.
There are many lights and shadows on the desert.
Murderous aura skyrocketed!
Ten powerful men in the Phantom Realm pressed towards Mo Xie from all directions, cutting off all ways Mo Xie could escape.
And when the dozen weapons they combined were about to pierce Mo Xie's body through countless bloody holes, Mo Xie raised his head, three thousand black hair flying in the wind, and the light reflected by the golden mask was so dazzling that people dared not look straight.
See.
The eyes embedded in the mask are evil and evil, like a fallen devil.
In an instant, Mo Xie raised his hand, a jade bone fan, and ten sharp thorns shot out.
One stab to seal the throat!
All the powerful phantom spirits stopped before they even got close to Mo Xie's body.
Boom! Boom! Boom...
They fell to the ground one after another, and a line of blood suddenly appeared on their necks.
Blood kept pouring out.
Ten powerful phantoms turned into ten corpses in the blink of an eye.
Mo Xie opened the fan, and the ten sharp thorns hidden deep in the corpse turned around and disappeared into the jade bone fan.
Mo Xie shook the jade bone fan, and bursts of wind blew under the fan.
Under the white moon, above the desert, the evil king is a man of unparalleled splendor.
That golden mask is a symbol of his unrepentance.
That red robe is the flaming flag of his king.
Mo Xie stepped forward on the corpse, and his slightly raised gaze fell on Wang Qinghong, who was shocked and speechless not far away.
Walking in front of Wang Qinghong, Mo Xie closed the jade bone fan and used the fan to lift Wang Qinghong's chin, forcing Wang Qinghong to look at him.
Mo Xie tilted his head slightly, and the evil spirit that penetrated into his bones was frightening.
"Young Master Wang, am I so unworthy in your eyes? Do you dare to use these trash against me?" Mo Xie asked doubtfully, as if he didn't understand why Wang Qinghong was doing what he was doing.
Suddenly, Mo Xie narrowed his eyes and kicked Wang Qinghong in the face.
With this kick, Wang Qinghong was kicked more than ten meters away, and more than a dozen tables and chairs were smashed one after another.
Just when Wang Qinghong was about to get up from the ruins, a red shadow came over, and Mo Xie grabbed Wang Qinghong's hair and lifted it up.
Mo Xie sneered, "Is this how promising the Young Master of the Wang family is? Are the top wealthy families in Tianyu also in such decline? It's really... disappointing?"
Lin Mo Mo glanced at Mo Xie, his eyes flashing slightly.
She knew very well that Mo Xie did this because he wanted to draw the palace's anger to Beiling.
In this way, no one will pay attention to Ye Qingge. It can be said that he has good intentions.
Mo Xie is going to kill him!
Wang Qinghong's body was shaking like chaff and terrified, his face was frighteningly white, and a trace of blood flowed from the corner of his mouth.
The man in front of me is a madman.
Just like in the legend, he is moody and unpredictable, killing and doing things all depends on his mood.
Obviously, Wang Qinghong angered him.
Lin Momo closed his eyes.
If Mo Xieruo kills the eldest son of the palace, the palace is so angry that he will no longer care about the little Ye Qingge.
How could Qing Ge not know such thoughts?
Qingge put down the wine glass and wanted to stop it.
Lin Mo suddenly rushed to Qingge's side, put his fair and tender hands on Qingge's shoulders, held Qingge down, "Miss Ye, please believe in me, the king."
Qingge turned her eyes and looked at Lin Momo lightly. Lin Momo grinned and said, "I heard that Miss Ye is very brave and can stand up to men. I have heard about it for a long time. When I saw her today, it turned out to be true. I really like her."
Qingge pursed her lips and nodded.
"Miss Ye, it's our first time meeting you. I'm not polite. My name is Lin Mo." Lin Mo said with a bright smile.
Ye Qingcheng looked at Lin Momo coldly, like a beast dormant and alert.
On the other side, Wang Qinghong's eyes widened in horror.