Mo Qiong's arrogant voice attracted everyone's attention.
Suddenly, all eyes were focused on Qing Ge, either sighing, sympathizing, or ridiculing——
Qing Ge frowned, anger flashed in his eyes.
After all, what happened in the past has passed, and now she has someone in her heart and has blossomed, but there are always people who come and go, not letting go, and mentioning this matter again and again.
Lan Wu looked at Mo Qiong flying with his sword in surprise, and then looked at Mei Qingchen. She wanted to see the same expression as hers in Mei Qingchen.
But she was disappointed. Mei Qingchen just frowned, with a look of helplessness in her eyes.
"Ah Chen——" Lan Wu tugged on Mei Qingchen's sleeve.
Mei Qingchen lowered her head, as if thinking about something and remained unmoved.
Lan Wu was quite disappointed, his eyes dim and dull.
When Mo Qiong saw that Mei Qingchen was silent, she jumped down from her long sword and walked towards Qing Ge. She hid the sword in her smile and said maliciously: "I heard that Miss Ye has won the wishful husband Mr. Mei, the master of Fusheng Realm. Congratulations."
." He arched his hands.
Qingge looked at Mo Qiong coldly.
Now, everyone in the world knows that her man is the elusive and beautiful Mr. Ji, but the imprint of Mei Qingchen's existence is too deep.
That ridiculous grand wedding is still criticized and no one can forget it. Even if she ignores it again and again, someone will still mention it again and again to remind her that she was so down and out and abandoned.
She is not afraid of the power of rumors, but there is a stubbornness and unknown inferiority complex under her self-confidence. Although she dares to love and hate, she also knows that she does not have the status and qualifications to stand next to Ji Yue and rule the world freely.
And when she was discarded in her wedding robe, her status was even lowered.
She didn't care, but she didn't want her men to be humiliated, and she didn't want someone to point their fingers at Ji Yue's nose and say, "Your wife is trash that no one wants."
Bei Yueming, Mei Qingchen——
Cold anger spread to all limbs and bones, and green fire suddenly appeared in his eyes. In an instant, Qingge's figure and the wind disappeared, and after-images appeared in the sky, swept by the dark wind.
However, Qingge was in a daze and came to Mo Qiong.
The hand that stretched out suddenly clasped Mo Qiong's neck mercilessly, with moonlight burning in his palm.
Ice blades descended from the sky one after another and penetrated into the ground around Qing Ge Mo Qiong.
Mo Qiong drove the sword in the sky to attack Qingge. The sword took a slanted direction, from top to bottom, and was about to penetrate Qingge's Tianling Cap.
Qingge raised her eyes, her pupils were full of green, and the spiritual power in the thunder nest was dense, but she saw the flying spiritual weapon exploded into powder in front of everyone.
Qingge grabbed Mo Qiong, lifted it up, and threw it on the ground. She took a step forward, and a strong wind blew up, causing the hem of her robe to fly.
Mo Qiong's neck was still burning with red moon flames, centered on her fair neck, burning all over her body. The fire was also very playful, burning the material on Mo Qiong's chest that was covering her shame.
The flames of the moon disappeared, and the coolness of the two taels of white flesh on her chest was strong. Mo Qiong's eyes widened, and she crossed her chest with her hands. With a sudden movement of consciousness, she took out a robe from the space bag and covered her body again.
Mo Qiong glared at Qingge, but her heart was filled with turmoil.
The last time we met, Ye Qingge was only at the seventh level of innateness. Even if they met at the same time, she was only at the third level of innateness. She had continuously broken through from the third level of innateness to the seventh level of innateness. After not seeing each other for more than half a year, Ye Qingge had already broken through to the innate eleventh level.
Heavy!
That's all. Mo Qiong clearly felt that the strength Ye Qingge exuded during the battle was not just at the eleventh level of innate strength.
Such an astonishing talent, even if placed in Luohua City, he must be the leader of the younger generation.
Next to the white crane, a tall and tall man stood with his hands behind his back, his eyes lingering on Qing Ge.
She is always like this, hiding countless amazing secrets and having a fatal attraction.
Lan Wu has been observing Mei Qingchen's expression. It can be said that she is the person who understands Mei Qingchen best in the world.
She lowered her head in disappointment, feeling unwell and wanting to cough.
She frowned and kept holding it in until her face turned red.
At this moment, Lan Wu hated his frail and sick body.
She also wanted to be like that woman, holding a knife and fighting vigorously, but she didn't have this life.
After waking up from the ice valley, her days were like years, and her life was in danger every moment. If it weren't for Mei Qingchen's meticulous care, she would have gone to the west by now.
Mei Qingchen's belief was what kept her alive, but now, it seems that this belief is no longer the same as before.
Lan Wu is a smart woman. Although she knows it clearly, she cannot point it out and tear this thin layer of paper.
Mo Qiong's hair was in a messy bun, and she was covered with a fiery red robe, looking miserable and miserable.
The indifference of Qingge remains the same.
When dealing with Xue Ling'er, she gave each other a step down, so that Xue Ling'er wouldn't hate her so much, and it also served as a warning to the monkeys. But Mo Qiong is different, Qin Kui, or clan comparison,
Back in Beiyue, she and Mo Qiong had already formed a bloody feud, and she didn't mind breaking up in public.
After all, it's only a matter of time.
Too many people had ridiculed Mei Qingchen for running away from marriage, and she wanted to put an end to it.
call out--
There was a sound of sharp swords tearing through the sky. Huge swords were lying across the sky, quickly rushing towards the direction of Snow Girl Mountain. In the middle of the night, under the enchanting moonlight, there were only a few stars, and the cold air was as sharp as a knife.
On each sword stands a man with extraordinary grace.
The leading man is wearing a scarlet robe, with splashed hair, tied up casually with a jade crown. The man is as unruly and unrestrained as fire. The clothes on his chest are open, and the powerful and sexy beauty is exposed. The girdle is on
A yellowed wine gourd hangs casually, as if the aroma of wine is filling the air.
When Qingge saw the person coming, her limbs felt slightly cold and her heart was trembling.
The evil son of the Mo family, the lord of Luohua City Yongye gave birth to his adopted son.
I still remember that the last time we met was in Xixun Country.
In the midst of the disaster, everyone went their separate ways.
So far, in the realm of nothingness in Qing Ge, there are still many jars of heart-broken wine brewed by Mo Xie.
Mo Xie jumped down from the long sword with great momentum. He strode towards Qingge, less carefree and carefree, but more evil and charming.
"Why is your hair messed up?" Mo Xie stood in front of Qing Ge, rubbed her head naturally and asked.
Just as Qing Ge was about to speak, a murderous look flashed in Mo Xie's ferocious eyes.
He sensed the aura of Mo Qiong's flying aura on Qing Ge's white hair.
Mo Xie smiled cruelly, turned around and looked at Mo Qiong, "Did you mess it up?"
Mo Qiong frowned and was speechless. Facing Mo Xie, she really had no choice.
Some time ago, Mo Xie became the adopted son of the city lord Yong Yesheng.
It is said that Yong Yesheng valued Mo Xie very much and went to the alchemy house to find high-grade elixirs to help Mo Xie break through the spiritual masters in one fell swoop.
In front of Mo Xie, even if Mo Qiong is the daughter of the Qin family, she would not dare to act recklessly.
Mo Xie is in Luohua City. He no longer collects antiques, calligraphy and paintings, but loves landscapes. He is like a devil, a tyrant, and moody.