Gate of God

Fang Zhengzhi does not regret this decision. Even if there is no ridicule from the family sons around him, he will still make this choice without hesitation.

only……

The thought of the number one million two silver.

After the corner of his mouth was raised, he still unconsciously flicked it down. It was a sour sense of restraint, like the whole body was completely hollowed out.

Silver, a lot of silver, silver like a mountain.

"The people of the world can bear the burden, the only one can't bear the burden?" Pingyang was a little stunned. It seemed that she never thought that Fang Zheng's answer would be like this, but soon, she also laughed, her body shaking a little: " I didn’t expect a shameless guy like you to even know how much you love the princess?”

"Sorry for your kindness to me?" Fang Zhengzhi glanced at Pingyang, who was extremely happy, and the expression on his face was slightly stiff. He always felt that something was not right?

No way?

How can this be misunderstood? How confident should this girl be!

Fang Zhengzhi felt that he should explain two sentences, but after thinking about it, he felt that it was unnecessary. He couldn't let him say that he made this decision for Yan Xiu, not for Pingyang, right?

Let’s not talk about the question of hurting or hurting people, but the influence of this sentence alone cannot be said.

After all, it is equivalent to indirectly acknowledging his relationship with Qixingfang, although he does not deny that Qixingfang has some relationship with himself.

But really, it can be said that it has nothing to do.

However, he was somewhat surprised that Pingyang could have the courage to bet with the seven stars before he had determined the facts.

It seems...

I haven’t seen it for more than a year. In addition to the physical development of this girl, Pingyang has also made good progress in IQ. Has it really grown up?

As for the silver, Yan Xiu's forty-five thousand and two silvers are not considered for the time being, and the forty-five thousand and fifty-two silver of the girl in Pingyang must find a chance to get it back.

Definitely get it back!

Wen Dabao was lying on the ground, glancing at Pingyang with a smile on his face, and then looking at Fangzheng with a slight stiffness on his face, and his heart was full of confusion.

He really didn't understand. What does Fang Zhengzheng's and Pingyang's Qixingfang have a generous relationship? And more importantly, where does gratitude come from?

Nine prince Lin Yun's eyes narrowed at this time, looked at Fang Zhengzheng, and at Pingyang with a bright smile next to him, the expression was somewhat surprised.

Yan Xiu's expression still looked calm, except that while Fang Zheng's voice fell, his fingers quivered slightly.

This is a very small movement and nobody noticed.

As for the family sons around...

It's a complex look, you look at me, I look at you, they are all surprised and confused, because they don't understand what Fang Zhengzhi and Pingyang are saying.

"Did this guy just say something famous?"

"Famous quote? Never heard of it!"

"I haven't heard of it. Was it over-excited for earning money, and then started talking nonsense?"

"It's possible, it is estimated that he has never seen so much silver."

The family sons couldn't understand it, so naturally they put Fang Zheng's integrity into the nonsense behavior after a rich night.

However, they are still speechless about Fang Zhengzhi's unlucky luck.

Qixing gathered in such a thing, can even bet?

It's incredible!

The family sons looked at Fang Zhengzhi, Pingyang, and Yan Xiu, all with envious envy and hatred, but they were only envious of envy and hatred.

As the musical instruments in the hands of the seven top brands sounded again, the atmosphere in Qixingfang became warm again. A group of women in white dresses appeared on the high platform in the lobby at this time, and the music continued to sing and dance.

The eyes of the family sons also slowly moved away from Fang Zhengzheng and began to appreciate the dance on the high platform, pushing cups to drink, laughing and poetry, except for a few people who still looked at Fang Zhengzheng and others from time to time. Most people have refocused their attention on the singing and dancing of Qixingfang.

After all, they come here for pleasure.

As the night grew darker, the maids began to change the drinks for the family sons, including the pots of Fang Zhengzhi's table.

The wine became stronger and laughter.

And at this time, there was a loud noise outside the gate of Qixingfang, and then a few tiger-backed figures walked in from outside the gate.

All of them were wearing thick wickers, and their shoulders were covered with precious animal skins.

"It's from Nanyu!"

"Why are they here? Has the King of Southern Regions already entered Beijing?"

"It shouldn't be. It is impossible for the Holy Spirit to arrange the time when the king of Nanyu entered Beijing and the time when Qianshou Banquet was held.

"Well, what Li Gongzi said is very true!"

When the family sons saw the figures walking in, they all guessed after all. After all, the news that Nanyu Wang was about to enter Beijing had already spread to Yanjing City.

Counting the time, it's almost the same.

The sons of the family did not think much about the arrival of the envoys from the South.

The messenger who first reported in Nanyu arrived in Yanjing City and came to Qixingfang to see the music and dance of the Daxia Dynasty.

only……

If these people are really the messengers of the Southern Region, then Fang Zhengzheng is estimated to be a bit troublesome?

Thinking like this, the footsteps of several Southern Region messengers also stopped, and after a pair of eyes swept in the lobby, they finally stopped on Fang Zhengzhi's body.

"Fangzheng?!"

"Will he be here?"

After seeing Fang Zhengzheng, several messengers from the Southern Territory clearly looked a little surprised, and felt like they saw something incredible.

This expression naturally fell in the eyes of the family sons around.

The family sons can certainly understand the surprise of the messengers of the South Region. After all, Fang Zhengzhi's reputation in the South Region is too great, killing the South World Prince, frivolous the South Region Princess, and now the King of the South Region.

And the most important thing is...

Such a person could be able to stay in Yanjing City decently, sitting in Qixingfang, listening to music, watching singing and dancing, not to mention the messengers of the Southern Region.

If it was changed to a few days ago, the family sons who were sitting were also unwilling to believe.

"You admit the wrong person, he is not the founder you are looking for, but the founder, and this matter has been proved by Chihou, and..." Wen Dabao glanced at the expression of the messenger in the South Region, and he suddenly said badly in his heart. , Immediately rolled over and climbed up from the ground to explain.

"Fart talk, what is upright, when we are all blind? Fang upright, even if you are turned into ashes, we also recognize you, today we will avenge the blood and hatred of the world!" A messenger from the South Territory directly interrupted Wen Dabao's words.

Behind him, all the messengers from the Southern Territory were glaring and gleaming with weapons, and no one believed Wen Dabao's words.

"Is there really something going on?"

"The King of Nanyu is about to enter Beijing. If it hurts the messenger of Nanyu who came to report in advance at this time, what a big deal!"

"I also blame this guy for being too arrogant, knowing that the king of Nanyu is about to enter Beijing, and dare to come to Yanjing City at this time, how would the people of Nanyu go to the proof of Chihou?"

Every family member sees this scene, and they all sigh in their hearts, but for this matter, they will not intervene.

There is a saying that the matter is irrelevant and has been suspended, not to mention, this matter is still related to the Southern Region, and the family sons are naturally unwilling to cause trouble.

"This is Yanjing City, and everything has a king. Do you want to do it here? Isn't it afraid that you are the king of the Southern Territory?" Wen Dabao did not retreat this time, but stopped in front.

A few small messengers from the South Region?

What's so scary!

"How about, do you want Princess Ben to help you kill them?" Pingyang also glanced at a group of angry envoys from the South Region at this time, and then pouted, his face disdainful.

"Okay." Fang Zheng nodded his head. Anyway, this girl in Pingyang also made a lot of money with her. At this time, this girl is not allowed to do something. When will it be?

"Hahaha... There is a princess here, although you can rest assured, Wen Dabao, make way for princess Ben!" Pingyang laughed when he heard it, and then, with his hands raised, the bright red fire gun also appeared on her In hand.

A fiery red dress fluttering gently.

Judging from the momentum, it does have the feeling of not letting the eyebrows, the most important thing is that the high posture makes Fang Zhengzhi have a very powerful feeling for this girl.

"Yes! Your Royal Highness!" Wen Dabao heard and immediately ran back.

"Sister, they are always the messengers of the South Region. We still have to..." Ninth Prince Lin Yun saw the fire gun in Pingyang's hand, his face changed, and he just wanted to stop it, but he was too late.

because……

The fire gun has been stabbed.

Stabbed with a shot.

The flames pour out, like huge waves, burning the entire air with a noisy sound, both in momentum and scope, much larger than a year ago.

There was a trace of surprise in the eyes of the envoys of the South Region at this moment.

They obviously didn't expect that they hadn't shot yet, and they had already done so for convenience, but soon, they also reacted.

Then, a blue ray of light was chopped on the wave, cold and cold, breaking the huge wave into two halves in an instant, a white mist rose, and the flames rapidly reduced.

This scene suddenly surprised the surrounding family sons.

A messenger from the Southern Territory, can actually block the shot of Princess Binyang? This really surprised them. After all, Pingyang's strength is not weak.

Pingyang's eyes were also somewhat surprised.

She has been working very hard for more than a year, and has made great progress in practice. I thought I could show it well...

But did not expect that it was stopped by a small messenger from the South Region?

"What's the matter? A little messenger dared to be stronger than Princess Ben? Something was wrong!" Pingyang was very uncomfortable, quite unconvinced, and was just about to make another shot.

A voice also sounded.

"This is Yanjing City, other people don't care anymore, the speed is upright!"

The sound just fell, and the two figures swiftly passed Pingyang, and rushed directly towards Fang Zhengzheng's position. The speed was extremely fast, and he immediately reached Fang Zhengzheng.

"So fast!"

"Are the messengers of Nanyu so strong?"

"Are they really just ordinary messengers from the South?"

Seeing two other figures flashing over Pingyang, the faces of the family sons were finally a little shocked. One messenger was powerful, which was not surprising.

but……

All messengers are so powerful, it is somewhat exaggerated.

This is their idea, but it is just an idea. Doubts are not enough for them to take action immediately. Of course, the most important reason is that they are not strong enough.

The strength of the envoys of the Southern Region has exceeded their imagination. From the perspective of strength alone, it is at least the strength of Huiguang Realm, or even higher.

Fang Zhengzheng's eyes looked at the two figures rushing towards him, and the corner of his mouth smiled slightly.

Southland Messenger?

It is indeed a very good choice, and both the choice of timing and the dress-up are a lot of work.

However, this strength cannot be concealed after all.

Fang Zhengzhi's fingers lightly tapped on the table, he didn't move because the person sitting next to him had moved.

A red light came on at this time and came out of the ground. It was a bright red like blood, not too bright, but it was full of cold air.

A sharp voice rang in the air.

It seemed to be a sound rising from the ground.

The sound of music in Qixingfang stopped at this time, and the two envoys from the South Region suddenly rushed to their place.

It was a change from extremely fast to extremely quiet, just like a wall suddenly appeared in front of them, an insurmountable wall.

The heads of the two Southern Region messengers slowly lowered and looked at the soles of their feet, and then a flash of surprise flashed in their eyes.

Because, at the moment, his feet were each stepping on a vortex, a rapidly rotating red vortex, just like the palm extending from hell, fixing their feet firmly in place.

"It turns out so!" The two Southern Region messengers glanced at each other. Then, they looked at Yan Xiu, who was sitting beside Fang Zhengzhi, and a heavy look appeared on his face.

"It's Shura!"

"I haven't seen it for more than a year, and the Xiuluo of Yan Xiu has already reached this point? It's free to send and receive, and there is no pain on his face a year ago?"

"It's awesome, won't Yan Xiu break through to the realm of light?"

"Probably!"

Every family member saw the red light rising from the ground ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ subconsciously also took a step back, all a little shocked in their eyes.

Since Yan Xiu left Yanyan City more than a year ago, he has been in Xiliang and has never stepped into Yanjing City.

But goodbye...

It has been so horrible.

How not to shock these family sons, after all, this is just over a year? Isn't the rate of progress too exaggerated?

When thinking about it in this way, the red light flickered. Then, the vortexes of the two messengers that bound the South Region also seemed to be washed away by something.

Disappears instantly.

And Yan Xiu's complexion suddenly changed.

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