I Have Nine Queen Sisters

The 30,000 saints looked at each other, and all the saints of Qingshan apologized. Can't we apologize?

Can't let this guy be loyal to the former!

"Thank you sir!"

"Thank you sir!"

"Thank you sir!"

The 30,000 saints shouted in unison, the mountains roared and the tsunami roared, and the holy sound shrouded the universe.

Wan Sheng was shocked, his heart trembled, someone could let 30,000 saints give thanks together! This person's background must be infinite!

Wang Chen shook his head, frowned slightly, a little displeased: "crying, what does it look like."

"You are saints, with monstrous holy power, endless magical powers, and a Taoist court of hundreds of millions of believers!"

Wang Chen didn't like it: "It really disappoints me to act like a daughter."

Aoyama: "..."

Thirty Thousand Saints: "..."

Sir!

It's not that we are born to like to cry!

It is the dignity of your identity that can easily determine our life and death with a single word, how can we not be excited when we escape from death?

It is difficult for ordinary Supreme People to see your respectful face. It is a great blessing for us to kneel on you. How can we not be excited?

The nine empresses are all your future wives. We can get your evaluation, even if it is criticism, it is a great honor, how can we not be excited?

"Forget it, it seems that the Nine Dragons City is no more than a little, and the Holy Land of Thirty Thousand Gods and Buddhas is no more than a little."

Wang Chen turned around and said lightly, "Let's go, I'm tired, and I don't want to continue watching this place."

"Here."

The maids bowed their knees, respectfully, and followed Wang Chen obediently.

Countless kneeling practitioners consciously separated a path for Wang Chen to walk through.

Even the saints have to kneel, how dare they disrespect Wang Chen!

"Saints, leave, don't bore me."

Wang Chen's voice came, with a hint of laziness.

"Thank you sir."

The 30,000 Saints breathed a sigh of relief and did not dare to stand up, so they dispersed their holy energy.

The throne of the 30,000 lotus pedestal dissipated, the endless holy light on the sky slowly disappeared, and the sage petal rain also disappeared.

The saints come quickly and disperse simply.

Wang Chen spoke, and the saints quickly left the star of life as if they had been granted amnesty.

As for the reconstruction of the Holy Land of the Thirty Thousand Saints?

Come on!

What else to do to rebuild the Holy Land?

It is a blessing to be able to save his life this time, who would dare to mention the destruction of the Holy Land again? Do not die!

With the departure of the 30,000 saints, the sky was restored to a clear sky, which made people feel relaxed and happy, but no one would forget everything that happened before. All witnesses will remember this scene and remember it forever.

Inside and outside the city, many people were kneeling, densely packed, as if endless.

Wang Chen shook the folding fan, swayed, and slowly walked out of the city.

......

"Qingcheng, I'm a little tired, let's sing a song to the young master."

Wang Chen's voice was faint and faint.

"Well, the slave obeys."

Qingcheng bowed her head slightly, her cherry-like mouth opened slightly, and a quiet rhythm sounded slowly.

Her singing is the legendary sound of nature, like a kingfisher bouncing water, like a yellow warbler singing.

The rhythm of the singing was warm and flowed into her heart, and it was only after a long time that she realized that this wonderful singing voice came from her heart.

With a hint of admiration, the admiration for the young master blended into the singing, as if a young and beautiful woman confessed to her beloved lover with a smile and bowed her head shyly.

Countless cultivators were fascinated, and even the mighty ones from the ancient fairyland couldn't help but immerse themselves in the singing.

This song should only be found in heaven, and it is rare to hear it in the world.

Countless cultivators were pleasantly surprised to discover that the immortal energy and infuriating energy in their bodies actually started to flow automatically, according to the rhythm of Qingcheng's singing, and then according to the mysterious and mysterious trajectory.

My God, the immortal energy in the body is a bit more refined!

The original weak foundation and dark wounds seem to have all dissipated at this moment!

A look of shock appeared on the faces of everyone, and surprises flashed in the eyes of countless people.

It is the melody effect of this fairy.

This is Xian Yin!

If you can hear this song day and night, why can't you be a saint!

If this female rhythm is more proficient, I am afraid that mortals can even reach the Supreme Realm by listening to music day and night!

Looking at the endless starry sky, I am afraid that only one of the nine emperors, the female emperor who preaches the Tao with rhythm, has such miraculous power!

The crowd sighed, excited, and reluctant.

Such a wonderful person is actually just a mortal's servant girl.

It's really enviable!

Poor cultivators, they never know, this may be the happiest chance in their life.

As a woman trained by the emperor himself, Qingcheng's singing will always only be heard by the young master.

This group of practitioners is fortunate enough to hear it once, and it is still a great blessing!

Facing the rhythm that hides the girl's shyness, Wang Chen just smiled, his voice was a little lazy, and said, "Qingcheng, you've been singing this song for three years, right? Why don't you change it?"

"If the young master doesn't like it, the slave can change another song."

Qingcheng was stunned for a moment, a hint of disappointment appeared on her beautiful face, she lightly bit her pink lips, lowered her head and said softly, "Young Master, I'll change the song..."

"No, just this one."

Wang Chen suddenly smiled: "Go ahead and sing, I understand what you mean."

Qingcheng was stunned for a moment, then suddenly smiled.

The beauty smiles, the country is alluring, the beauty is like a flower, the beauty is unbelievable!

All the words in this world are inferior to the young master's "I understand your heart".

With the young master's words, even if Qingcheng were to die, she would still smile and be happy, without any hesitation.

For three whole years, wasn't she waiting for this sentence from the young master?

"Well, if the young master likes to listen to it, I will sing you a song every day."

Qingcheng's pretty face was flushed, and the small and exquisite jade ears seemed to be dyed with a layer of pink, which was attractive.

"Haha, okay, all these beautiful scenery are not comparable to the song of my family."

Wang Chen laughed with a hearty voice.

The other eight maids were stunned, and looked at Qingcheng enviously.

This is the young master's greatest compliment!

Allure was very excited.

The young master has been in the Nine Heavens Realm for nineteen years. He is naturally fond of freedom and has never been allowed to go out. However, the young master's greatest hobby is to see the beautiful scenery all over the world, and the things that can make the young master comment on the things that move him more than the beautiful scenery in the world are no more than three!

Especially the phrase "My family is alluring", this is already a gift and recognition, how can Qingcheng not feel happy.

The young master's words made Qingcheng's delicate body tremble slightly, and the sweetness in her heart seemed to ooze honey. She said softly, trembling: "Qingcheng, I will never leave the young master in this life."

If you have Langjun like this, you should serve for a lifetime!

No regrets either!

(PS: Ask for flowers, ask for a very good vote!)*