Enchantress Amongst Alchemists: Ghost King’s Wife

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Holy Land Xiaojia?

Everyone stunned and looked at each other. The doubtful sights were brushed and thrown at the funeral snow. Obviously, I don’t know what this holy place is.

"The funeral snow, what is the holy place Xiaojia? Is there a place of sacredness in Zhongzhou?"

The funeral snow gently evokes the lips and patience, explaining: "The holy home of Xiaojia is outside of Zhongzhou, but this family is really strong. There are two congenital sittings, one of which is congenital intermediate... ”

When I heard her, everyone stunned for half a second and suddenly burst into violent laughter.

"Haha! I am laughing at me, a congenital intermediate. I can say that this family is very powerful. In my family, the innate intermediate level can only be regarded as a middle-class force."

Some people laugh and laugh and can't stand straight, as if this is a ridiculous joke.

Zi Qianjing’s scorpion was slightly stunned, and his beautiful face was filled with a lazy smile. He stretched his laziness, and the straw in his mouth made him feel lazy.

Suddenly, the teenager lifted his steps and gracefully went to the funeral.

At that moment, everyone was watching, so a handsome man is destined to be the one that attracts attention no matter where he goes...

"You...what are you looking for? The funeral is a red face, some shy and low-headed, but can't help but want to look at this handsome man."

Zi Qianjing’s lips are more smiling, and the smiles dazzle even forgot to breathe, staring at this beautiful beauty to the face of the world’s eclipsed.

boom!

A powerful momentum swarmed out of the juvenile and slammed into the chest of the funeral snow. She did not react, and the body fell to the rear and knocked over a number of tables and chairs.

But compared to the physical pain, what makes her suffocate is the attitude of Zi Qianjing...

"You...oh!"

A word has just been exported. Before I finished talking, the young man’s foot stepped on her mouth and blocked all the words that came to the mouth.

"Your mouth is too dirty, and the sound of your voice makes me sick."

Zi Qianjing slightly picked up the scorpion, and when the foot slammed hard, he heard the sound of the bones squeaking. A trace of blood leaked from his sole and quickly stained the ground in front of him.

"What are you going to do!" The glass suddenly stood up and screamed at the purple scene. "Don't forget that this is the Zhongzhou school. The disciples are not allowed to fight each other. Do you want to be driven out?"

"Her mouth is too embarrassing."

Zi Qianjing slightly twitched the lips, and the smile was lazy and revealed a hint of coldness.

"The next time, if you let me hear the disrespect to her from your mouth, it is not that simple." He slowly took back his foot and took out a handkerchief and gently wiped the blood on his sole. Some of them were wrinkled. Frowning.

Everyone looked at the funeral snow on the ground, and couldn’t help but take a sigh of relief.

But seeing the woman's face pale, the throat contains tears, her mouth has been trampled, and her tears can't help but flow down.

"What are you doing?"

Suddenly, a cold drink came from behind.

The middle-aged man strode in, and when he saw the light, he saw the funeral snow lying on the ground. He hurriedly stepped forward and took out a medicinal herb into her mouth.

"Who can tell me what is going on here?" The middle-aged man stunned his eyes, and his cold eyes swept over the faces of the people.