Being Pursued By The Empress, Begging Me To Let Go!

Chapter Twelve: [The new Holy Son seeks an audience, Ling Feixue: Let him go! 】

"I...I like Junior Brother Su Ning very much."

"I've always wanted to be with him in my dreams!"

Under Ye Qingcheng's persuasive guidance, Huang Li finally uttered the secret hidden deep in her heart.

It's just that after she finished speaking, the courage she had accumulated just now dissipated again, and she became the cowardly look before.

"Just, will Junior Brother Su Ning really agree to me?"

"Qingcheng, aren't you worried that I will snatch Su Ning away?"

"Of course I don't care, I trust you, Senior Sister Huang Li."

Ye Qingcheng said generously, putting her white arms on Huang Li's shoulders, and the two looked very close.

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

Love Su Ning, stay with Su Ning!

Ye Qingcheng quickly took Huang Li to Su Ning's residence in Qingxindian, and she couldn't wait to introduce her good sister Own to Su Ning.

But when he got near the Qingxin Hall, Ye Qingcheng instantly smelled a bloody smell in the air.

Although the smooth ground was cleaned very clean, Ye Qingcheng could tell that there must have been a battle here.

A bad premonition slowly rose from her heart.

Something happened to Su Ning, right?

Ye Qingcheng knew that there were many male cultivators in the Spirit Sword Sect who were rejected when they confessed to themselves. After they failed, they became angry and even threatened to kill Su Ning.

No way? Couldn't it be that they did it?

Ye Qingcheng suddenly felt his legs go limp, as if his whole body had been hollowed out, in a state of extreme weakness.

She knelt on the ground with her legs, and tears could not stop streaming from the corners of her eyes.

"Why are you crying?"

"Who bullied the widow's concubine?"

"Tell the widow, did the widow help you vent your anger and kill him?"

When Ye Qingcheng was in despair, the glazed room door of Qingxin Hall was suddenly opened, and Su Ning held a chicken leg in his hand, his mouth was full of oil, and his tone was ambiguous.

There was no sign of injury on his body.

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

Ye Qingcheng gradually calmed down from the atmosphere of grief, hugged Su Ning's hand to check his body, and finally relaxed after confirming that he had not suffered any injuries.

Finally, he couldn't help but ask out of inner curiosity.

If Su Ning was not injured, whose blood was it?

"Oh, you said that."

Su Ning heard what Ye Qingcheng meant.

"When you were away a few hours ago, I was catching a chicken to nourish your body."

"Suddenly some Foundation Establishment disciples of the Spirit Sword Sect rushed out, saying they were going to tear me into pieces."

Then Su Ning slaughtered all these people.

There is no unnecessary nonsense, although they are a group of strong players in the Foundation Establishment period, they can be easily slapped to death in front of Su Ning like a bunch of flies.

The only thing that may give Su Ning a headache is that there are too many flies, which are not easy to catch.

However, Su Ning was extremely angry with this group of people and did not let anyone go.

Md is a group of psychopaths, someone says they want to cut themselves when they lie down well at home, who the hell can bear that.

Those people were all Ye Qingcheng's suitors, and their love for Ye Qingcheng was so abnormal that it became crazy.

After hearing that Su Ning is Ye Qingcheng's dao companion, everyone was furious.

How could he, Su Ning, be favored by the goddess!

If Su Ning's strength was still there before, and he was still the Holy Son, everyone would not have any covetous intentions.

But now that Su Ning has lost everything, he is no different from a useless person, and those disciples who want to pursue Ye Qingcheng have become dishonest.

Thinking of sneaking into the Hall of Pure Heart and destroying Su Ning while Ye Qingcheng was away.

What they don't know is that Su Ning has recovered his strength.

So these guys who caught Ye Qingcheng's attention, came to Su Ning, it was like throwing themselves into a trap, and they were all reimbursed by Su Ning.

A group of evil pens.

How dare these people?

Su Ning faced the crowd in front of him with extreme contempt in his heart.

At the same time more aware of the importance of strength.

When my Cultivation Base was abolished and I had no strength, no one would respect me even if I had the title of a holy son. Ling Feixue also quit the engagement if she wanted to.

And now, although he doesn't have any name, his great strength is his greatest confidence!

Anyone who underestimates the little Su Ning will be reduced to a corpse just like Ye Qingcheng's suitors today!

It's just that many people in the Spirit Sword Sect haven't realized this yet.

The position of Su Ning's son was abolished, and the news of his restoration of strength has not yet spread.

In the Inner Sect, many Tianjiao who were previously suppressed by Su Ning are all eager to move for the position of Son of God.

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Ling Feixue Palace

Ling Feixue hugged her lower abdomen with jade hands, and looked into the distance, which was the direction of Qingxin Palace.

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

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

A little maid came to Ling Feixue tremblingly with her head down, and said with some fear,

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

"Let him go."

Ling Feixue said in a cold tone.

"He also said that he prepared Heavenly Rank Divine Armament as a gift for you."

"Let him go!"

Ling Feixue's tone suddenly became violent

The terrified servant girl suddenly fell to her knees with a thud, with tears in her eyes, and said sobbing.

"Miss, this is the seventeenth time that the son of Wang Xinjie has asked to see the lady."

"Just promise to see him."

"Or he'll kill me!"