Immortal Voices

Mu Lingzhu communicated with the host's mind, and at the first appearance, he mobilized some forces to suppress the magic of Lou Hanxi.

As a medium between Mu Lingzhu and Lou Hanxi, Rong Xian's face paled immediately.

Rong Xian's meridian qi sea is all locked by the sword emperor's essence blood. Now forcibly mobilizing the aura is regarded by the sword emperor's essence blood as resistance to provocation, and the imprisonment force is more powerful.

Can't delay any longer!

There was a flash of determination in Rong Xian's eyes, and Amei must not be in trouble.

Thousands of years have passed, and Rong's family is left with their sisters as their dependents. Even if they do nothing, they must survive.

Even if Rong Yu is finally killed!

Even when Ah Mei went crazy, she prepared countless innocent babies for her.

In her mind, no one can match her sister.

Even if she was entangled with karma, she could not be reborn, even if she did not repay the reincarnation, even if she was covered with blood, she wanted Amei to live well.

Thinking of this, Rong Xien mobilized half of the power in Mu Lingzhu fiercely, and stopped Lou Hanxi's impetuous magic pressure.

'puff! ’

Blood spit out from Rong Xian's mouth, and the surrounding magic exploded. She just felt that the sky was spinning, her eyes were dark, and she was about to fall into a coma.

She bit the tip of her tongue severely, and the severe pain gave her a short sobriety. She quickly took out a pill and stabilized her injury. She looked at Lou Hanxi who had just woke up. Her voice was weak but firm, her voice was urgent. Said: "Amei, if you want Rong Yu to die, let him die. I don't stop you. No one in this world can be more important than you. Now you leave immediately."

The swift breath that was attracted by this blast of magic was hardly familiar anymore.

If Ayi finds Hanxi here, even if he is not Hanxi's opponent, the fight between the two will definitely shock the holy mountain. If Haotian Xianzong comes, Hanxi may be in danger, not to mention condensation Month was staring sideways.

This is her weakest time, and she must survive it, otherwise everything will be empty.

"Respect the Lord." Lou Hanxi stood up sharply, his hands shaking a little.

"Leave at once, this is an order." Rong Xian said extremely painfully.

Lou Hanxi sensed the breath coming from afar, Shen said, "Subordinates leave immediately, respect the Lord, please take care of yourself."

Sister, I ’m just your loved one. Do n’t worry about it.

Looking at Lou Hanxi turning into fog, Rong Xian finally passed out in peace.

As soon as she closed her eyes, a cloud of black mist fell inside the kiosk.

Grandma quickly walked to Rong Xian. He looked around for four weeks and found nothing abnormal. The moment he turned his head, his eyes fixed on the stone table.

There were two cups, and there were less than half of the tea in the cups.

A guest has come, came when he didn't notice it, and left quietly when he had just found the trace. Grandma easily reached this conclusion.

He looked down at the unconscious person on the ground, frowning thoughtfully.

That breath seems to have known each other.

Suddenly he stretched out his right hand, his fingers spread out, and the Forbidden Spirit chain just flinched and retracted, and Ren Ayi never called out.

Grandma's face changed slightly, and she really breathed her heart and respected the Lord.

Doesn't Ningyue say that the Lord is dead? What happened to the anomaly when Shen Kuerui was caught last time and the magical energy that suddenly appeared this time?

At the beginning, the Lord blew himself up in front of him. If he didn't die, wouldn't it be a win?

Grandma took a deep breath, calmed her fierce beating heart, and concealed the fear in her eyes.

He squatted down and examined Xia Rongxian's condition carefully, and found that she was just stunned by the magical energy, and cursed a waste in his heart, so he took out a pill and stuffed it into Rong Xian's mouth.

The elixir was melted in the mouth, but Rong Xian was sober for a moment.

Although Rong Xian's injury was serious, Mu Lingzhu's aura moved around in the body, and the injury stabilized in an instant.

When she opened her eyes at first, she seemed to be still confused. When she saw the grandmother, she opened her mouth in surprise and pretended to say: "Aren't you the guard in front of Uncle? Why are you here?"

Grandma stood up and heard the words, her face turned black, who was the guard of that idiot: "Wake up when I wake up, I have something to ask you."

Rong Xian quickly got up from the ground, and seemed to be confused about how he was dizzy.

She took care of her skirt, and politely arched, "I don't know what Your Excellency wants to know?"

Grandma looked down at Rongxian, her eyes stopped on her warm and soft eyes, and asked, "Are the guests just here?"

Rong Xian swept the tea cup on the eye stone table, bowed her head slightly, and looked a little shy, and opened her mouth with perfunctory attitude: "Well, yes ... the guest has come."

"Who is it?" Grandma asked with an eager tone, her eyes as electric.

Rong Xian replied with a smile on his lips: "I rescued a distressed boy outside a few years ago."

Grandma's expression cracked: "My son?" Rong Xian's appearance of the girl Huaichun gave him a bad feeling.

Rong Xian nodded, with her little daughter's coyness, and her voice was as light as mosquito: "Yes."

After a pause, she said a little embarrassed, "Don't tell Uncle, I, I'm afraid Uncle doesn't like that person ..."

"Then how did you faint to the ground?" Grandma drew the corner of her mouth and interrupted her impatiently.

Foresight came true. Could the person who came just now come true as Rong Xian's sweetheart?

But the breath left by that man is obviously the breath of reverence for the Lord, isn't it ...

Thinking of a possibility, Grandma's eyelids jumped.

Rong Xian looked blank, and said quite innocently: "I don't know either. Suddenly I lost consciousness and I will see you when I wake up."

Seeing nothing, Grandma's face turned black, and she threw away her sleeves.

He had no doubt that Rong Xian would deceive him, because Rong Xian had been given a fixed impression in his heart: the most pure, the most sincere and the most faithful.

I have to say that Rong Xian is very successful as a person.

Watching Grandma leave, Rong Xian's smile slowly converged.

Why did Ningyue Moon and Grandma betray themselves and betray the unintentional cliff?

Why do the people under them take such a great risk to conspire?

Pieces and pieces made Rong Xian feel like he was in a mist.

Rong Xian smiled abruptly: "Betrayance has existed from the beginning. The only person who can believe in this world is himself."

Since the genocide happened, no matter who is sorry for her, she will never show mercy.

Rong Xian clasped his hands in his sleeves, and hurriedly walked out of the pavilion, standing still in front of a cluster of green bamboo.

Those pairs always exuded warm eyes with a slight disgust. Her face was a little pale, and her wounds were forced to be pressed down with wooden spirit beads. Even if there was the blood of the sword emperor, it would not threaten her life, but she I really hate this inability to fight back.

As early as 1,600 years ago, she lost her right to weakness.

She knew that once weakened, it was the end.