My Wife Is the Martial Alliance Head

1490 Waste

Li Fan showed his powerful strength, so that Tai Yinxing suddenly realized that it was not good. If this person challenges His Majesty, it will definitely cause trouble for His Majesty!

The thought of Taibai Yin was disturbed. He wanted to bring Li Fan here, and then use the princess to coerce him! However, I did not expect that Li Fan did not follow the routine and even pulled the cage away!

"For the Emperor!"

The Taibaiyin Star was red with eyes, and the yang in the body kept flowing, and the entire Dantian swelled several times!

"bad!"

Li Fan frowned, and suddenly held Liao Wushuang in his arms, and then a golden light appeared from his body, wrapping the two together!

Immortal golden body!

Li Fan and Liao Wushuang seemed to be gold-plated and stood there as if they were two golden statues of Buddha!

And in the next second, the body of Tai Yinxing suddenly inflated several times, like a balloon blowing up, then suddenly opened up and then exploded!

Blood and bones are even more terrible than the most powerful explosives under the impact of internal forces. They are pounding in this room crazy!

The explosion lasted only a moment, but in this moment, everything was gone.

The surrounding walls were all broken, and only those iron railings were still standing there. While Li Fan and Liao Wushuang stood in the ruins, the golden light on their bodies was still shining. Looking at Jiang Feng next to it, it was a little different. The commander-in-chief of the Royal Forest was blown up at this time. Only a torn body stood there, and bones could be seen in many places on his body.

But in a moment's effort, the flesh and blood on Jiang Feng's body began to grow again, and a little bit of black gas emerged from him, constantly spinning around his body. A huge black demon head hovered in the air, making people fearful.

Soon, Jiang Feng returned to her former appearance, except for her clothes.

"It's rude."

Jiang Feng stood there naked, and said uncomfortably, "I don't know how expensive my clothes are?"

"How do you resemble that captain Chi Chi, Luo Luoluo."

Li Fan scattered the golden light on his body, took off his coat, and threw it to Jiang Feng.

"Thank you for your clothes, you don't need to take off your underwear."

Jiang Feng put on her coat, but she still had to bare her legs. "It's better to have a pair of pants."

"Mr. Liao, borrow your coat?"

Li Fan rolled his eyes, but he also had a way to borrow Liao Wushuang's upper jeans and toss them to Jiang Feng.

"You wear it as a skirt first."

"Row……"

After all, Jiang Feng didn't want to make his lower body too cool. He wrapped his jeans around his waist, which blocked some of the cool and vital parts.

"Say, why don't you directly incarnate the tiger of Shura? Can you not be ashamed then?"

"Fuck, even if I become a tiger of Shura, will my pants not be lost?"

Jiang Feng reminded Li Fan that he turned into a tiger of Shura. Although he would break his shirt, his pants would still be retained. And in order to ensure that he will not damage his clothes every time he transforms, Jiang Feng's clothes are specially made. When his body swells, the fabric of the clothes will also stretch. It is usually a long-sleeved jacket, but after he became a tiger of Shura, he can also wear it as a short-sleeved vest, and his clothes and pants will not be damaged.

However, even the sturdy clothes were reimbursed after a round of explosions. Jiang Feng's flesh can be reborn, but his clothes can't.

"Mr. Liao, wait for us here, I should go up to see my father-in-law."

Li Fan said, "The handsome son-in-law wants to see his father-in-law."

"Well ... you are not serious as soon as you meet, you are a naughty student."

Teacher Liao was helpless, "I urge you to be kind, don't you believe me?"

"Of course I believe you, so you have to believe me."

Li Fan put his hands lightly on Liao Wushuang's shoulders. "I won't let you down. Your long nightmare, I'll help you escape."

"Well ... I believe you ..."

With Li Fan by his side, Liao Wushuang's serious sense of terror was a little lighter. Jiang Feng was beside him, shook his head, and seemed not optimistic about Liao Wushuang.

A person's sense of horror, which has persisted for so many years, is deeply ingrained. When she first opened the door, Jiang Feng clearly saw that the woman's eyes had lost her life, and she had long been desperate. Just seeing Li Fan, seeing the former lover, some reflections. When you see the Emperor Wu ... I am afraid that all the accumulated emotions will erupt again.

"Let's go, the Emperor Wu is on the top, a hundred stories."

Li Fan stretched out his hand, took his prospective wife, sat in the last elevator and headed for the hundredth floor. The higher the number on the elevator, Li Fan can feel that Liao Wushuang's hands are getting colder and more trembling.

"Don't be afraid, there is me."

Li Fan held Liao Wushuang's hand tightly and passed her strength on to her.

Liao Wushuang can only lean on Li Fan's arms, but his face is getting paler. With a bang, the elevator door slowly opened. A man in a golden suit, probably in his forties, was domineering, sitting on the boss chair, smoking a cigar, and stroking the front of him. Lion looking out the window.

Seeing this person, Liao Wushuang's feet just came out suddenly and froze. She stood there stupidly, as if she had been fixed.

Li Fan and Jiang Feng didn't change their looks. Li Fan held Liao Wushuang's hand, while Jiang Feng held his arms and looked at the opposite Emperor.

"Did your daughter finally come to see you?"

Wu Huang's bland words, but let Liao Wushuang's eyes show a deep despair. She was a little bit angry at the moment, and she was completely dead there, just like the dead. Li Fan reached out and touched her, and there was no temperature on her body, as if her heartbeat had stopped.

"It's really nothing."

Wu Huang didn't even look at her, just smiled dismissively.

"Waste is waste. If you live, you shame your reputation. You might as well die."

Liao Wushuang's eyes were dull, and she dragged a sword from the wall next to her and crossed her neck.

"That's right ... I ... what else does it mean to live ..."

Liao Wushuang saw that he was about to cut his throat with a sword, but Li Fan suddenly reached out his hand, and just held the sword. And Li Fan didn't have the inner strength to protect his hand, he just made the sword scratch his palm and let blood flow out.

Seeing this red blood, Liao Wushuang seemed to hesitate.

"Wushuang, don't care what others say, you will always be my Wushuang. In my heart, you are the only one in the world."

Li Fan's voice sounded in Liao Wushuang's ears.

"It's useless. She's a waste. You say nothing."

Wu Huang sneered, "giving her was the biggest mistake of my life."