Chapter 1800: The blood of Fanwai and Qianbei (39)

From the beginning to the end, Feng Qian illusion did not look at the words of Chen Zi, she always followed by Qian Beibei, a pair of blood red scorpion filled with a full smile, but the eyebrows invaded a arrogance .
"Go."
Qianbeibei slowly turned around and grabbed the waist of Fengqian, and walked toward the hall.
After the two men left, Yan Zichen finally came back to God. He screamed in front of the apocalypse, and pleaded with fear: "Sir, I know it is wrong, I really know it is wrong. Please don't do this to me..."
The apocalypse of the apocalypse snorted, and his eyes glanced indifferently.
"Is it wrong? Unfortunately, it is already late, and Yan Zichen, you have offended someone who should not be offended, and you are destined to have such an end, come and drag him down."
"Yes, Lord."
Wen Yan said that the two Lingzong disciples in the rear stepped forward and dragged the body of Yan Zichen. He did not give him any preparation for resistance, and he dragged him down hard.
His face is as gray as he is, and he obviously feels that he can't mix on the mainland in his life.
......
In the hall, the expression of Blue Yuge is still a little angry, and the words are fierce. "Big brother, who are you selected by this Lingzong? Just rely on him, also the first person of Lingzong? Even my grandson. The daughter-in-law dares to grab it. Do you dare to accept this kind of character?"
There was a bitter smile on the face of the Apocalypse, and he shook his head helplessly: "This is a good time in the Lingzong, humility and courtesy, great talent, who knows that he is such a person in private? I It’s also unclear, but you can rest assured that the kind of person who speaks is not capable of robbing a woman with a small child.

"Even if he doesn't have the ability, I am very upset about his behavior," Lan Yuge said with no anger. However, when he looked at the phoenix, he changed his face and his face smiled softly. "Yes, I haven't asked for your name yet."
Feng Qianxuan just wanted to answer, and was interrupted by Qian Beibei: "Zeng Grandma, you call her blood is enough."
"Well," Lan Yuge smiled softly, holding the hand of Fengqian, and asked, "Blood, where are your parents? I want to discuss with you the marriage between you and Xiaoer."
Feng Qian's body is a stiff, red scorpion through a complex: "They are far away."
Far away... no more space.
"It doesn't matter, you just have to say where they are, I can send someone to pick them up."
Blue Yuge obviously didn't know the idea of ​​Feng Qian's illusion, and his face still had a gentle smile.
Feng Qian illusion licks the red lips, Zhang mouth wants to explain, suddenly, a voice passed from outside the hall, let the blue feathers squint a little, the eyes of the excitement.
"Grandfather, grandmother, I and Xiaoye come to celebrate your birthday."
As soon as the voice fell, a blue figure quickly came from outside the hall and fell into the sight of the Oriental Father and Blue Feather.
"Hey, are you here too?"
The woman in Tsing Yi originally wanted to go to the blue feather song. She suddenly saw the thousand Beibei, and she paused and stopped. Her face was awkward.
After all, she and Xiao Ye have lost a thousand people to the Fengyun Empire. Now, the teenagers they have left are coming to the door. Can she be indifferent?
Sure enough, looking at the appearance of Gu Ruoyun, the face of Qian Beijun’s beautiful face appeared to be aggrieved:
When I was a grandfather, how could I not come? It’s you, finally willing to appear.