Chapter 1839: Nanhao Wang's killer wife (20)

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I have to say that Nan Yizhen is really different from what she sees on the surface. The kind of swearing words from his mouth feels that it is both elegant and enjoyable.
She admits that she is very happy in the heart of the temple.
Qiuju and Donger were mostly separated from the temple where they entered the Star Temple. Both small faces were extremely excited and looked at her: "Little dust, dust, this time you can really It’s flying on the branches and being a phoenix!

"Wow, I am envious! But I am still very happy for you."
Luo dusted one hand holding the shackles, the other hand habitually knocked on the table, thoughtfully blinked and said: "Is the Nanzhao country especially dedicated to the witches?"
Qiuju and Donger face each other a bit, and some seem puzzled to see Luo Ding: "Does Xiao Chen not be a Nanzhao country?"

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Luo Ding thought, gently turning his eyes, began her long fantasy drama, watching them say:
You can’t say that, I was born in Nanzhao, and later because of poor family. It has been drifting and drifting away."
She said that she still sighed and created the atmosphere of the story.
"Ang, it is so!" Donger said with a sad face: "The little dust is really miserable. Although my family is poor, at least one huts have shelter, but it is not always outside."
"My family was not poor. Later, I was so gambling, I lost everything, and finally I exported it!" Qiuju’s face did not seem to be fully recovered, and the day’s running seemed pale, but When I talked about my story, the spirit came up.
"Surely, Qiuju must be an optimist." Luo slammed the light and moved the remarks to re-circumn the topic she wanted to know. She asked her lips: "So for the words of the witches, both the South King and His Royal Highness are convinced. No doubt?"
"Of course! The witches are the days of the Nanzhao Kingdom." Qiu Ju looked at Luo Dian's words and explained: "Aunt Luo is not a witch saint, if it is a witch saint, even the South King I want to worship three heads!"
Seeing the sound of Qiuju was a little loud, and the winter hurriedly patted her head to warn: "Do you want to smash the board again?"
Qiuju rushed to spit out his tongue and raised his hand and surrendered: "I'm sorry, sorry, it's my mouth!"
She generally said that she was still doing the action of sealing her mouth. Luo Ding shook her head and said that she seemed to be familiar with this action.
"That is, you still don't talk, let me say it!" Winter children made a pot of tea for them, slowly telling the story of the life between Nanzhao and the witch.
Four hundred years ago, the king of Nanzhao was the saint of the then witches.
At that time, the Witch strictly prohibited the saints and the dusty people from being together, and separated them hard.
As everyone knows, the saints escaped in the night and wanted to sneak out with the king to anger the Wuling's celestial flower array, causing the entire Nanzhao country to fly in the sky and fall into the darkness of the end of the world.
From that night, the Nanzhao Kingdom never had a day, and the wind and sand kept blowing, drowning the Nanzhao country under the yellow sand.
The name of the entire Nanzhao country is not lively. The saints can't decide to leave the king in such a situation. They will return to Tianxuefeng alone, and comfort the Tianling flower array with an extremely hidden secret technique.
After that night, the Nanzhao Kingdom was no longer ravaged by the wind and sand, and everything was calm.
But the saint is gone...