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Chapter 1623 He is still alive!

The elegant voice was neither warm nor hot, slowly reaching everyone's ears.

The light blue figure walked slowly, the aura of natural nobility spread around the body, radiating brilliance.

The young master is like jade, unparalleled in the world

The perfect face, flawless contours, and exquisite facial features are as if they were carefully carved by God. They are so beautiful that people can’t take their eyes away.

His movements were elegant, calm and indifferent, as if time slowed down with his movements.

The royal king is domineering, even though he is pale and looks weak, he is still strong and strong.

Seeing the people coming, Fenghuang, who was sitting on the dragon throne, immediately jumped up.

"Quick, bring the chair over."

Fenghuang was extremely nervous. He walked up to Feng Jinghong and supported him, his face full of worry.

"Why are you here?" Feng Huang ignored everyone's surprised looks and looked at Feng Jinghong worriedly.

His body seemed to have become much weaker after the Master Phantom went into seclusion.

Yu Yan stood behind Feng Jinghong, and when she heard these words, her face suddenly turned dark.

Do you think he is dead?

After all, he is a dignified alchemist standing here. How could he let his master get into trouble?

"Your Majesty, I'm still alive." Yu Yan replied with a gloomy face.

he is still alive

After hearing those gloomy words, Fenghuang coughed lightly and looked at Yuyan.

"Of course, Lord Yuyan is here, I can rest assured, don't worry." It's strange to feel relieved.

Jinghong didn't know what he wanted to do. It was clear that Yuyan was by his side and could heal him, but he refused.

Of course, he knew the reason.

Isn't it just because

All in all, Yuyan is very powerful, but in the end you will still listen to him.

"Your Majesty, Your Majesty."

The guard quickly brought up the chair and placed it behind Feng Jinghong, then bowed his head and retreated.

Feng Jinghong didn't say anything. When he saw the chair brought up, he sat down.

When the people in the temple saw this scene, their faces suddenly turned dark.

I had long heard that Emperor Feng doted on his son, but I never expected that he would be so doting on him.

This is totally flattering

What else can I say?

Hold it in your hand for fear of falling, hold it in your mouth for fear of melting, just say it now.

Judging from Feng Huang's expression, he really doted on his son, with a kind smile on his face.

"Ahem"

The people in the temple coughed twice, then turned and looked away.

They're still here, not four of them

Feng Jinghong looked at them, the smile in his eyes was a bit colder.

"You haven't answered my question yet." It's very clear what their purpose is.

"Your Majesty, we just want to investigate clearly, we have no intention of doing anything." One of them clasped his fists, his expression was not polite at all, let alone respectful.

The corners of Feng Jinghong's mouth curved up, and he lowered his eyes.

"Xuan An."

The afterimage flashed and he walked in front of the man in an instant. Xuan An walked behind the man and kicked him hard.

"Bang"

The person who was standing arrogantly knelt straight down

The ground shook, and there seemed to be a faint sound of bones breaking.

The man knelt on the ground, tears burst out immediately, and his body curled up on the ground.

pain

"Nine Princes" Others in the temple hurried over and looked at the thin Feng Jinghong angrily.

"I don't like people standing and talking in front of me." Feng Jinghong's right thumb gently rubbed the side of his left index finger without any change in his tone.

"If the prince doesn't like it, he can beat the people in our temple." He is just a sick man who can die at any time.


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