Chapter 722: Naran Zhengze’s resentment

Nalan Zhengze looked at his own food residue and couldn't help but smile. He whispered in his mouth. "An Lingyue, have you seen it? See you two children." Are you going to end? Hahaha..."
"Look at what kind of monsters you have born, one is the waste without the roots, the other is the natural medicine. One is thrown away in the country, not enough to wear, not even the next person can Bullying, now it is married to Zhu Zhongba, the fat man, destined to end in misery; the other, can only be imprisoned in this hole as a dog for the rest of my life, no name, no identity, I am locked here, for I offer the main medicine of Jiuqu Lingshen."
"An Lingyue, you see the end of your two species under Jiuquan, regret it?"
As he spoke, Nalan Zhengze’s face was twisted and twisted, and his eyes were full of unwillingness and hatred.
At that time, if you were willing to obey me and become my real acolyte and woman, I would naturally treat your children better. ""
"I blame you, I blame you for this monk, I dare to look down on me, even if I don't even touch it, I still want to take two children to escape. Hehehe... The result! This is your end!"
"Do you think that secret cheats and Dan Fang are secretly sealed on your daughter? I can't get anything? But you didn't think about it, your son, his blood is born with miraculous effects... just by scooping out from him. The flesh and blood, our Nalan family became famous, and I became the first physician of Jinling."
The murderous light in Nalan’s eyes flashed away, staring at the teenager in the corner.
An Lingyue, even if you are dead, I will never let your children fall to the end. This is what you look down on. I, refuse my end!"
Said, Nalan Zheng Ze raised the whip and smoked several times in the juvenile, only to relieve the resentment in his heart, turned and left the secret room.
The dinner at Nalan House is not over yet, and he still has to participate as a master.
Almost no time for Nalan Zhengze to leave completely, Tunxi leaped from the sky and landed in front of the juvenile.
The teenager was shocked by her appearance, her eyes full of panic and fear.
But when I saw her face, I couldn't help but see the excitement that I was eager to approach.
Tunxi closed his eyes and endured the brutality and tyranny that he wanted to kill, and slowly approached the teenager.
The young man’s mouth creaked, his hands on the ground, as if he was ready to go, and he seemed to panic and fear.
Nangong Temple came up from behind the river, took out the flying sword, and cut off the chain of the boy's hand cleanly and neatly.
Although these chains are cast by Xuantian, Nangong’s hand is a fake version of the
Fenglong Sword
. It is naturally easy to break them.
The chain was cut off, but the boy was suddenly in the same place.
He didn't seem to think that he could get freedom, lifted the hand without the chain, and his eyes were confused.
Nangong Temple approached and checked the helmet on the boy's head. He shook his head at Tunxi. "The structure of this helmet is somewhat complicated. If you force the sword to break open, you may hurt him with the sword."
As soon as Nangong was close, the boy quickly retreated.
There was a scream in his mouth, and his eyes were full of horror and alertness, but Nan Gongyi’s feeling for him was too strong, so he could not do anything but shrink himself.