King Xuanyuan's eyes were filled with anger, but facing the danger of so many people, his desire to resist was suppressed again.
Not long ago, he was still laughing at the people who were being chased by giant pots and running around holding their heads. It didn't take long for this person to become him.
The giant cauldron had no tendency to stop at all, and it smashed harder and harder. It seemed that it had exhausted all its strength and vented all its anger. The Xuanwu King's pretense of strength just now was completely shattered by the smash, and he almost cried.
come out.
"What are you trying to do? I just brought people to ambush you. You don't need to bully people like this?"
Feng Ruqing looked at the mournful face of King Xuanyuan and waved her hand to stop the movement of the giant pot. She smiled and stroked her chin, staring at the old man standing in front with a smile.
"Then tell me, who is the pretty boy?"
King Xuanyuan really couldn't help crying this time, with tears streaming down his face, full of grievances and resentment.
Didn't he just say something about a sweetheart, but she actually held a grudge to such an extent.
"I am a pretty boy, I am a pretty boy, is it done?"
For a person who has reached the level of King Xuanyuan, no one is not afraid of death. Everyone in the world must obey his orders. If he dies in a place like this, then he should be grateful.
In the beginning, he kept pretending to be calm just to show off his face in front of the kings of other countries. Now that these people have been confused and confused, he doesn't need to pay so much attention to his face.
Saving your life is the most important thing
Feng Ruqing looked at King Xuanyuan up and down, "You have so many wrinkles on your face that you can trap mosquitoes, and your skin is as black as carbon. Just tell me that you are a pretty boy. If you can find someone to support you, I will let you go."
"You"
Lord Xuanyuan's breathing was stagnant.
Although he is arrogant, he still knows himself.
Even though there are countless beauties in the harem, those women only fancy him because of the power behind him, and they cannot fancy him because of the age spots on his face. If you throw away this identity, it will be difficult to find a yellow flower girl, let alone let him keep him.
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For the first time, King Xuanyuan was so envious of the pretty boy. At least if he was a pretty boy, he could still find someone to support him, and his life would be saved.
But now, he only had the urge to cry.
"Little girl, I'm quite old now, so don't make things difficult for me. I just heard that you have tamed all the spirit beasts. I'm worried that those spirit beasts will bring harm to the Exile Continent, so we plan to destroy them first.
Without you, I will leave all the spiritual beasts and dragons alone so that I can deal with them more easily."
Feng Ruqing narrowed her eyes, "Who told you that spiritual beasts would bring harm to the continent?"
"No one else told me that it was passed down from our ancestors in this way. Our ancestors had great difficulty in subduing these spiritual beasts and passed down the rules. We humans have to keep the spiritual beasts as slaves for generations, and we will never give them a chance to stand up again, otherwise
It will definitely bring disaster to the continent, we are just following the last words of our ancestors."
Feng Ruqing glanced at King Xuanyuan lightly, "Who is your ancestor?"
"Mo Jun"
This is not a secret in the Exiled Continent, and there is nothing that cannot be said.
Feng Ru showed no expression after hearing the name. Only Nan Xian's eyes darkened slightly. A faint murderous intention flashed through his cold eyes, but he quickly restrained himself and looked at Feng Ruqing.