Morning and evening road, as Shaodian night clothes thought, Yan Fang angry almost stroke.
"Asshole ... asshole ..." he shivered, cursed for a long time, could not think of any response.
--The first thing you need to do is to kill that bastard? But in the end, he only entered the return of the market, with the power of one person, to save the four worlds. Do not kill him, he cut off the Interceptor Order in public, how can you lose face?
There is really no way, then we can only copy the homework. Yan Fang asked the high priest Xiang Liu: "Shaodian have qin escape, the gods how to respond?"
Xiang Liu stood to the side, waiting for Yan Fang to ask the question. He saluted and said, "Your Majesty, the Gods control the qi of clear spirits and do not allow the elixir to flow into the earth. It seems that they want Shaodian Youqin to back down and admit his mistake."
Yan Fang was surprised: "Shaodian night clothes did not cut his divine registry? Did not order the hunt?"
Xiang Liu's eyes turned slightly, he is after all the high priest of the devil race, no matter what, the future of the devil race is always higher than the personal momentary glory and disgrace of the devil father. Now the devil father is left with two royal sons, Miao Feng and Wu Diao, who is more beneficial to the devil tribe as the crown prince?
He deliberately said: "Shaodian Youqin is after all the most valued royal son of the gods, the gods have always intended to let him succeed the throne. If at this time Shaodian night clothes to remove him from the divine, can only consider another candidate for the crown prince. His second son, Shaodian Yuanxui, is not as talented as his eldest son in terms of natural ability. Perhaps Shaodian night clothes is this concern."
Yan Fang pondered and did not speak for a long time.
Now, the situation he was facing, how is it not like that? If he ordered the execution of Miao Feng, then he could only establish Wu Da Dao as the Crown Prince. If he had to kill Miao Feng, then he could only make Wu Da to be the crown prince, but with Wu Da's temperament, how could he take up the big job?
The first thing you need to do is to take a look at his face and pretend that you don't care. The devils are proud of their bravery, and our grand hall master is the number one warrior of the devils."
"Brave and martial?" Yan Fang heard these two words, eyes flickering, a soft sigh, "If we talk about bravery, who can be two thousand eight hundred years old, a force to drive the power of the fragment of the Pan Gu axe, in the sight of all the devils, cut off the Interceptor Order? Xiang Liu, if I had not seen it with my own eyes, I would not have believed it."
The first time I heard this, I smiled and didn't say anything.
"That's all." Yan Fang sighed deeply, "Pass the order down, the devil race is also like the god race, strictly prohibit the flow of devil pills. Let that kid have a taste of what it's like to be out there!"
Xiang Liu saluted deeply: "Your Majesty is wise."
Demon tribe.
The colorful pavilion was still bustling with people and clothes.
As soon as Yedan and Xuan Shangjun walked in, someone exclaimed, "Oh my God, look, it's Qin Lang!"
This is like a drop of water splashed into a frying pan, instantly stirring up numerous splashes. Night Tuan didn't even know how she was squeezed out by the crowd. She touched her nose and went to ask the pimp for a room.
Not long after, Xuan Shangjun jumped through the window and entered.
He somehow managed to get away from the crowd, and now his clothes are unkempt and his long hair is disheveled. Night Tumor coldly snorted, turned around and gave him a backbreaker: "There are so many beauties outside, why did you come back?"
She asked sourly, and Xuan Shangjun knew that no matter what he said, he couldn't be coaxed. He could only say, "Your sister is injured."
As he said that, he released Mocking Wind and Qing Kwai from his sleeve.
As a matter of fact, as soon as she heard this, she immediately threw the matter away. She helped Qingqi to the bed, as for the mocking wind, of course, it is not care. Not only no matter, when passing by she also did not forget to step on a foot.
Mocking wind drive Pan Gu axe fragment, all the power of the whole body is exhausted. Now he is leaning against the bed post, unable to move.
"Take a quick look, what's wrong with my sister?" Nighttan anxiously surveyed Qing Aoi, "There is devilish qi in her body."
Xuan Shangjun was relieved when he saw that she really didn't pursue the matter of the beauty downstairs anymore. He sat down on the edge of the bed and was suddenly a bit rushed - this Colorful Pavilion, the original is not a decent place. As a Qin building Chu pavilion, its bed is also quite distinctive. The red robe tent, silver hooks hanging low, the aroma of the confusion, the inside is fluffy too much. The bed is even some indescribable erotic things.
This ... is not polite do not look.
Next to him, Mockingbone said, "She drank a magic qi that she refined."
Night Tum rushed over and grabbed the lapel on his chest, furious: "You said you would take care of my sister, and that's how you take care of it?"
No sooner had the words left her mouth than she noticed that her hands were sticky, and when she looked down, Mocking Wind's body was densely packed with wounds cut by fragments of the Pan Gu axe. She froze as Mockingbone said, "It's my fault."
Xuan Shangjun took off his shoes and got on the couch and said, "I'll force out the demonic energy in her body first."
"Oh ... oh, good!" Night Tum promised, buried his head on the mocking wind chest touch.