Ferocious Beast Concubine: Waste Second Miss

Half an hour later, the messenger in black was respectfully waiting for Fang Yu outside the door.

"Let's set off." Fang Yu still gave orders with the cold tone of his starry eyes.

"Yes." Saleng was covered with a black cloth, with only a pair of gray eyes exposed. After kneeling on one knee, he motioned to the escorting troops below to set off.

Then he took out a piece of purple silk from his sleeve and threw it into the air.

Fang Yu frowned, what was he doing?

When she reacted, the purple silk cloth, which was no more than the size of a palm just now, had actually rotated in the air and turned into a blanket about ten feet square.

Suspended steadily in the air, like the feathers of a winged bird, it makes the sound of breathing.

Fang Yu was shocked.

Looking at Fang Yu's figure, he was stunned.

There was a trace of amusement on Saleng's lips, and he stepped forward and asked: "High Priest, why don't you sacrifice the precious blood rug?"

Fang Yu quickly searched for information on Kyushu Chronicles in his mind, and then remembered.

It turns out to be this thing.

Magic carpet! - A magic weapon that can only be refined by the Ming sect. It can automatically fly in the air. It does not require the caster to be above the green level, nor does it require the caster to condense mana to break through the void. This is one of the secrets of the Ming sect.

, can fly thousands of miles in one day, making countless sects in the world envious.

The carpets are graded according to color, green, green, purple, and white. There are two of each, controlled by the leader, and given to different people. The higher the grade, the faster the flight speed.

Because of Xingmou's special status, the leader of the Hades Cult was proud of him, so he specially refined a unique precious blood rug made for her, woven from the skin of a sweaty horse.

Fang Yuruo glanced at Saleng indifferently, let out a cold snort, and burst out with a burst of magical pressure: "The leader's decree has ordered me to personally escort the Bei clan's rebellious party without making any mistakes. You are ready to sit in the air like this

Wearing a dharma blanket and leisurely escorting the rebels back to Beijing?"

Saleng was shocked by Fang Yu's aura.

Before he had time to react, Fang Yu slapped his fingers towards the sky.

Purple and white mana, hitting Nasaleng's magic carpet.

With a wailing cry, the dharma blanket, seriously injured, fell, turning into a rag, curled up into a ball, and fell to the ground.

Sa Lengqi's face turned pale, the Hades clone in his heart expanded rapidly, and his eyes turned completely black.

Staring at Fang Yu.

Clench your fists.

"Huh? The envoy in black is not satisfied with this priest's treatment?" Fang Yu's eyes flickered towards Saleng with a hint of coldness.

Saleng finally gritted his teeth and lowered his head: "I don't dare."

Saleng knew that he had to endure it. If he fell out with this woman now, acted quickly, made her aware of something, became suspicious, and finally ruined the leader's important affairs, then he would really die without a burial place.

Ao Wuchang always has only one way to deal with losers: abandon them without politeness.

"Very good, let's get on the road." Fang Yu withdrew his magic power, his eyes flashed, and a wave of magic power enveloped the entire army. The huge aura was so overwhelming that no one could pass through it. He really looked like the extremely domineering leader of the Hades Cult.

The Priest Star-Eyed Snake King, that extremely domineering and moody dangerous woman.

Saleng stared at Fang Yu dimly.

The entire army was like a machine, never resting for a moment.

It is already the depth of winter, and the temperature in the grassland at night is so low that it feels like your bones will break.

One day and one night, almost thirty hours, we kept marching without sleep, and everyone felt like they were going crazy.

Finally someone couldn't hold it back, and a little soldier sat down on the ground with a long slap: "What are you doing, are you treating us like beasts! Aren't we just a few Beishi gangsters, we need to eat and rest-"

Fang Yu turned her head coldly, staring at the soldier with a flash of eyes, her expression as indifferent as an ice sculpture: "Keep walking, or die."

"Asshole! You think I'm scared? Damn it, we are all crawling out of the dead!" the soldiers shouted. The army's non-stop night march had already made many people dissatisfied. Now with such a shout, many soldiers below have already

Ready to move.

"Then go to hell."

There was a scream, and before anyone could react, there was only the sound of broken bones.

I saw only a flash of black light, and Fang Yu had already retracted his index finger.

The body of the soldier who had been calling out just now was like a kite without strings, his head exploded and he was thrown into the boundless dark forest.

"Keep walking, or die." Fang Yu's cold voice sounded again, like King Yama, no one dared to feel sleepy.

There is no time now. In order to save people, Fang Yu can only choose the method she least likes, bullying the weak. The fastest way to reach Falan.

At noon, we finally saw Falan City.

When Fang Yu looked at this ancient empire that had dominated the Western Region for thousands of years, he felt as if he was from another world.

"Falan."

The entire city is built of black stone, with talismans of the sun, moon and stars engraved on it, majestic and solemn.

A huge black iron gate at the city gate slowly opened.

A tall leader, leading a welcoming team, had been waiting there for a long time.

Saw Fang Yu and the messenger in black.

He immediately responded and knelt down on one knee: "Welcome the high priest, your envoy."

"Where is the leader now?" Fang Yu said indifferently, wanting to find out Ao Wuchang's movements as soon as possible before taking action.

"Back to the high priest, the leader is already in the shrine's sacrificial hall. The leader has given a verbal order: The high priest is ordered to escort the rebels to Tianlao first, and then go to the shrine's sacrificial hall to meet the leader." The leader responded respectfully.

"I know, let's clear the way."

Fang Yu replied slightly.

"yes."

The leader stood up, and a group of black carriages welcomed Fang Yu into the carriage and headed east of Falan.

The bustling crowd on the street immediately retreated and automatically gave way to the central road.

The shops on both sides of the road that had been bustling just now closed their doors immediately, as if they had seen ghosts, and the crowds had frightened faces.

Just like the Loulan Arab country in Persia in real society, people here all wear black silk scarves, and many people even wear veils all over their bodies.

Obsidian moon carvings are hung on the roofs of houses, and the entire country is filled with the worship of black power.

In an instant, the street became crowded.

Only the dark streets remained.

Fang Yu frowned, and he suddenly understood in his heart that the intimidating power of this underworld sect was already pervasive and deeply rooted in people's hearts.

Just as I was thinking about it, a gorgeous mansion suddenly passed by my eyes.

There is a gold lacquer plaque hanging on it, with a few words engraved on it: Beijun Prince's Palace

It's just that now the middle has been split open by a huge mana, and the golden lacquer plaque has been burnt black and is crumbling.

Fang Yu's heart was slightly shocked.

He casually asked: "How is Bei Liehan, King of North County, doing?"

The leader was startled, but the high priest was more beautiful than the leader of the Hades Cult, and he did not dare to get angry. He could only whisper in Fang Yu's ear: "Master Sacrifice, the leader has given the order,

All members of the Bei clan are not allowed to be called commanders, kings, or any other royal title. The rebels of the Bei clan have been demoted to common people. As for the Bei Liehan clan, due to the fierce resistance, they were all thrown into the sky prison very early.

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"Oh, how will the leader deal with stubborn people like them?" Fang Yu then asked calmly.

The leader had a feeling of being appreciated and valued, and there was a hint of ecstasy in his heart. If he took the high priest's line, he would be rich and powerful in the future, and it would be just around the corner.

"The leader doesn't have any decree yet. However, the other princes with foreign surnames will be dealt with. All the men who are over 10 years old and under 60 years old will be cut in half and the women will be made military prostitutes. Others will be official slaves and will not be able to stand up for the rest of their lives. This is how they will be dealt with.

"

As expected, he was vicious. Fang Yu sneered in his heart. The winner is the king and the loser is the bandit. The truth is the same in any era.

"Furthermore, among the existing royal families in Falan, Bei Liehan is considered the most virtuous and respected of the Northern royal family. The previous emperor cannot be killed for the time being, and it needs to be used to write the abdication edict. My subordinates guessed that the best goal is to kill chickens to scare monkeys to establish authority.

It's Bei Liehan, kill his lineage, and then let the emperor abdicate, so that no one will have any evil thoughts anymore. Then the treatment will probably be even more cruel!" The leader seemed to be addicted, and Fang Yu analyzed it carefully.

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