Nan Xian's expression softened a bit, and his cold eyes fell on Mu Yong again.
The momentum rose with this moment. Not to mention Mu Yong, even the people from other forces in the hidden world were too frightened to move after hearing Mu Yong's name for Nan Xian.
Mr. Nanxian.
They have never seen him before, but he is like a legend in Tianshen Mansion
Why does such a god-like man appear here and defend a woman like this?
"Nan Xian, you have to disown your relatives for the sake of a woman." Mu Yong, perhaps because of too much fear, his voice was sharp and his eyes were full of panic. He took a few steps back and gritted his teeth and said, "And, I
Catching this black dragon is really for the head of the family."
Heilong snorted softly, "You just said clearly that Mrs. Qingyan is not in good health and wants to use me as a tonic."
At this moment, Mu Yong's face turned pale. Mu Ling had indeed miscalculated this time.
Because the original black dragon did not speak human words, he did not know that black dragons could speak, and some words were not avoided by him. Who would have thought that this black dragon could actually speak human words.
Nan Xian lowered his eyes and his gaze fell on Feng Ruqing's stunning face. "That dragon is yours."
Feng Ruqing nodded slightly.
"Well," Nan Xian responded calmly, "Then no one can touch it."
The implication is that no matter whether it is the old man of the Mu family who needs dragon meat or Chen Qingyan, no one can touch Feng Ruqing's dragon meat.
"Southern String"
Mu Yong really doesn't understand what kind of ecstasy drug this woman gave Nan Xian, and why Nan Xian has become so disowned because of her.
Before he could say his next words, Nan Xian was already in front of him.
The powerful and suffocating breath hovered in the sky, making Mu Yong's breathing stagnate. It was as if there was a huge mountain pressing on his head, completely making it impossible for him to breathe.
then
With a bang, Mu Yong's body flew out like an arrow from a string. He didn't stop until he hit an ancient tree not far away, and slowly fell to the ground.
There was blood pouring out of his mouth continuously, and his old face was pale and bloodless.
Nan Xian had already fallen in front of Mu Yong. His face was expressionless and his cold eyes looked down at Mu Yong who was lying on the ground.
His eyes were as cold as looking at a stranger.
Jiu Ming narrowed his eyes, his evil eyes fell on the man not far away, and a smile appeared on his lips.
"Little girl, this is the man you like." He looked at Feng Ruqing with a smile, his voice soft.
Feng Ruqing shrugged his shoulders, noncommittal.
Her eyes were completely fixed on Nan Xian, and she never moved away from him.
"It seems that this is indeed the type you like," Jiu Ming stroked his chin with his fingers, smiling heartily, "How about I also try to become the type you like?"
Feng Ruqing finally turned her eyes to Jiu Ming, her eyes were like looking at a fool.
"You are not my national master."
Apart from beauties, the only thing she likes is a national master
Nan Xian's cold aura disappeared without a trace again under the girl's voice. He raised his hand, picked up the old man in front of him, and threw him in front of Feng Ruqing.
Mu Yong was trembling with fear. Under Nan Xian's momentum, he didn't even have the courage to move, and his eyes were full of panic.
If I had known that Nan Xian would come too
He will definitely not volunteer to follow the young master.