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

Chapter 26: [White Silk YYDS]

Suning had long heard of the name of the Blood Demon Old Ancestor.

It is rumored that the secret method he cultivated was extremely cruel and tyrannical, and he often needed to sacrifice the essence blood of a virgin as an aid when cultivating.

Moreover, the Blood Demon Old Ancestor often demanded so much that many innocent girls eventually died tragically.

This method of sacrificing living people to improve their cultivation has been despised by many people who claim to be decent and decent, and there have been people who have joined forces with other cultivators to wipe out the Blood Demon Old Ancestor together.

But he didn't expect that the Blood Demon Old Ancestor suddenly broke through the Dao Palace Realm when he was dying, and then instantly killed all the decent disciples who besieged him.

Since then, the prestige of the Blood Demon Old Ancestor has suddenly been famous in Dongzhou, belonging to the kind of existence that everyone shouts and beats, but there is an existence that everyone is afraid to avoid when they see him.

Even though the other Dao Palace Realm powerhouses who were doing it today had already detected the existence of the Blood Demon Old Ancestor, they were all silent, as if he did not exist.

And the Shangguan Family's Treasure Pavilion turned a blind eye to this kind of evil cultivation.

In business, there is no difference between good and evil.

Moreover, only Shangguan Feifei, who was the strength of the Divine Spirit Realm, was not worried at all that these Dao Palace Realm powerhouses present today dared to make trouble in the Treasure Pavilion.

She dared to form her own faction in the Dongzhou, where the strong gathered, and she also had her own confidence.

In addition to knowing that Shangguan Feifei had a lot of life-saving magic weapons hidden in his hands and the high-level defensive formations of the Treasure Pavilion, the elders who were sitting were even more afraid of the forces behind Shangguan Feifei.

The Shangguan family, one of the top families in Dongzhou.

Mo said that it was the Falling Phoenix Fairy and Qiankun Zhenren who prided themselves on being a decent and decent man, and even a notorious evil cultivator like the Blood Demon Old Ancestor did not dare to hit the idea of the children of the official family.

Even if he unfortunately encountered a shy and beautiful girl from the Shangguan family in the Treasure Pavilion, he had to carefully send people back.

If the delivery is finished, the Shangguan family is angry, and the Blood Demon Old Ancestor is afraid that it will really turn into a pool of blood.

People are messing around in the rivers and lakes, and it is necessary to distinguish who can provoke and who cannot be provoked.

Can't mess with Shangguan Feifei herself, but the forces behind her.

And this was actually the reason why Ling Feixue dared to go around alone and make trouble, not putting the holy sons of the various sects in his eyes.

The two delicate little ancestors are covered by big people behind their backs.

It's just that although the women of these big people's families can't be provoked by his blood demon ancestor, the women of ordinary people's families or some families that have fallen off will not be polite.

Inside the VIP box of the Blood Demon Old Ancestor of the Treasure Pavilion.

A man with a thin body and withered skin, but his face was excessively full of flesh and flesh stared at Shangguan Feifei, who was presiding over the auction in the audience, with a pair of dead fish eyes.

In order to mobilize the enthusiasm of the scene, today's Shangguan Feifei specially wore high heels, and a pair of cotton stockings were put on the finishing touch under the cheongsam.

It perfectly shows the elegant and delicate leg lines.

The male cultivators present couldn't help but drool.

Shangguan Feifei couldn't help but reveal an arc at the corner of his mouth in the blind spot of the invisible perspective of the crowd.

That's what she wanted.

Judging from the boiling atmosphere of the scene now, the passion of the male cultivators of the Treasure Pavilion auction hall has been ignited by themselves.

"Miss Fifi is so beautiful today!"

"Wow, I never thought a woman's legs could be so sexy!"

"Miss Shangguan Feifei, on behalf of the Holy Son Suning of the Spirit Sword Sect, I mean that our Holy Son has taken a fancy to you!"

"On the first day of Dongzhou, Suning Holy Son asked me to invite you to dinner together on his behalf!"

Hearing the people of his own sect shouting along, Suning quickly took off the Dao robe on his body.

Blindfolded, for fear of being affected by this group of old colors.

Shangguan Feifei was unexpectedly satisfied with this effect.

Today is a very bold common sense, originally there was no such thing as stockings in the East Continent Immortal Cultivation World.

Even the immortals wore difficult to surpass the technological level of the secular world, and they mainly wore Taoist robes made of cotton cloth from handicraft workshops.

It's just that the Treasure Pavilion transports everything, and any strange thing can be obtained.

Shangguan Feifei felt that the stockings were definitely a male artifact, so he ruthlessly spent a lot of money to buy back a few pairs.

Try the effect today, and it is really good.

Her divine sense swept across the audience, wanting to find Suning's figure.

Little sample, sister is so beautiful today, don't you kid fiercely?

Just fall under Miss Ben's pomegranate stockings!

Shangguan Feifei specially booked a luxurious private room on the top floor of the Treasure Pavilion tonight, in order to wait for Suning's prohibition to attack, and let him take him down!

It's just that Shangguan Feifei glanced around, but found that Suning's face did not change.

She frowned unconsciously.

No, how so?

Why is Suning not interested in himself?

Shangguan Feifei increased the search range of divine sense, and Suning's expression and nearby pictures appeared in her mind.

Suning sat on the high platform, his hands wrapped around his chest, his face expressionless.

He didn't care at all about the screams of the male cultivators around him.

Shaking his head and looking at the group of earth turtles around him, his expression disdainful.

Die of laughter, what's so good about black silk?

Everything that can only be seen and touched is a floating cloud.

And most importantly, he likes white stockings over black silk, of course, it is better to be torn!

White silk yyds!