Being chased by the empress, begging me to spread my wings!

Chapter 12: [The new Holy Son asks for a meeting, Ling Feixue: Let him roll!]

"I..... I like junior brother Suning very much.

"I always dream of being with him!" Under

Ye Yicheng's seduction, Oriole finally told the secret hidden in his heart.

Just after speaking, the courage she had just accumulated with great difficulty dissipated again, turning into the cowardly look she had before.

"It's just, will Junior Brother Suning really promise me

?" "Aren't you worried that I'll snatch Suning away?"

Ye Yicheng said generously, his white arm was on the Oriole's shoulder, and the two looked very intimate.

Now the two are really comrades in the same trench, because they both have the same goal.

Ye

Yicheng quickly pulled the oriole to Suning's residence in the Qingxin Temple, and she was already a little impatient to introduce this good sister of her to Suning.

Just when he arrived near the Qingxin Hall, Ye Yicheng instantly smelled a bloody smell in the air.

Although the smooth ground was cleaned cleanly, Ye Yicheng could conclude that there must have been a battle here.

A bad premonition slowly rose from her heart.

Ye Yicheng

knew that there were many male cultivators in the Spirit Sword Sect who confessed to themselves and were rejected, and they became angry after their failure, and even threatened to kill Suning.

Ye Yicheng suddenly felt that his legs were soft, and he felt that his entire body was hollowed out, and he was in a state of extreme weakness.

She knelt on her legs, tears streaming from the corners of her eyes.

"What are you crying about

?" "Who bullied the widow's concubine?" "

Tell the widow, did the widow help you get angry and destroy him?" When

Ye Yicheng was desperate, the glazed door of the Qingxin Hall was suddenly opened, and Suning held a chicken leg in his hand, his mouth was full of oil, and his tone was ambiguous.

There was no trace of injury on his body.

"What's going on, why does it smell of blood?" Ye

Yicheng gradually eased from the atmosphere of grief, holding Suning's hand to check his body, confirming that he had not suffered any harm before finally letting go.

Finally, I couldn't help but ask with curiosity in my heart.

If Suning wasn't injured, then whose blood belonged?

Suning heard what Ye Yicheng meant.

"A few hours ago, when you were away, I was catching a chicken to replenish your body. "

Suddenly, a few Foundation Building Stage disciples of the Spirit Sword Sect rushed out, saying that they would smash my corpse into ten thousand pieces or something. Then

Suning slaughtered all these people.

There is no unnecessary nonsense, although it is a group of strong people in the foundation building period, it is as easy to shoot to death as a bunch of flies in front of Suning.

The only thing that may give Suning some headaches is that there are too many flies in this group and it is not easy to catch.

However, Suning was extremely angry with this group of people, and did not let any of them go.

MD a group of neurotics, lying well at home, some people say that they want to cut themselves, who can endure this.

Those people were all suitors of Ye Yicheng, and their love for Ye Yicheng was to the point of perversion to the point of madness.

After hearing that Suning was Ye Yicheng's Taoist, one by one, they were even more furious.

If

Suning's strength was still there before, when he was still a holy son, everyone would not have any coveted hearts.

But now that Suning was no different from a wasted person, the disciples who wanted to pursue Ye Yicheng began to be dishonest.

Thinking of taking advantage of Ye Yicheng's absence, he secretly sneaked into the Qingxin Hall and scrapped Suning.

It's just that what they don't know is that Suning has regained his strength.

Therefore, these guys who paid attention to Ye Yicheng came to find Suning and simply threw themselves into the net, and were all reimbursed by Suning.

A bunch of pen burners.

How dare these people?

Suning faced the people in front of him at that time, and his heart was extremely contemptuous.

At the same time, I am more aware of the importance of strength.

When his cultivation was abolished and he had no strength, he hung up the title of a holy son and no one would respect him, and Ling Feixue would quit if he wanted to.

And although his current self has no name, his strong strength is his greatest strength!

Anyone who despises the small Suning will be reduced to a corpse like today's Ye Yicheng suitors!

The position of Suning Holy Son was abolished, and the news of the restoration of strength has not yet spread.

In the inner gate, many Tianjiao who had been suppressed by Suning before were all eager to move on the position of the Holy Son.

..........

Ling Feixue Palace Ling Feixueyu

wrapped her hands around her lower abdomen and looked into the distance, which was the direction of Qingxin Palace.

There was no expression in her eyes, and she couldn't tell if she still had nostalgia for Suning.

Ling Feixue stood there quietly, the air around her seemed to be affected by her, it was extremely cold and depressing.

A little maid came to Ling Feixue with her head bowed and trembled, and said with some fear

, "Miss, the new Holy Son Wang Xinjie requests to meet Miss.

"Let him roll.

Ling Feixue said in an icy tone.

"He also said that he prepared the Heaven-level Divine Weapon for you as a gift. "

Let him get out!"

Ling Feixue's tone suddenly became violent

, and the frightened maid suddenly fell to her knees with tears in her eyes, whimpering.

"Miss, this is already the seventeenth time that Wang Xinjie's holy son has asked to see Miss.

"Just promise to see him."

"Or he'll kill me!"