The city of Monkey King

Chapter 585: Maybe... this is the fate.

"Hey? What's going on?!"

"I rely on! What the hell? Lingxiu flower ball stopped!"

"How can you not move?"

"Ghosts know..."

"It’s hard to be..."

"..."

The spirit show flower ball, in the land of Qin Gaoyang's half-length, still, and all kinds of speculations in the crowd.

"Go down!"

"Give the temple down!"

Qin Gaoyang’s original proud face suddenly had anger, and his hand slammed into the Lingxiu flower ball. This spirit show did not listen to his words at all, and he did not pay attention to him.

"Oh shit!"

As soon as there was no result, Qin Gaoyang became more and more angry, and he jumped fiercely... It was not waiting for this spiritual show to fall, but to get into the hands.

However, what is unexpected is that...

The Lingxiu flower ball that did not move at all, with Qin Gaoyang’s grasp, is now a partial, hiding in the past,

Qin Gaoyang was completely emptied.

This North Qin two emperor, at this moment is completely angry.

There are even more rumbling voices around.

"Ha ha ha, laughing at me, this North Qin two emperor, just fluttering like a shit."

"It seems to be too ugly, this flower ball does not recognize him."

"I thought that this prince is so arrogant, mom... I want him not to be a North Qin prince, and I will slam him on the ground in minutes!"

"According to me, he is so jealous, he went home early and went to sleep. He ran here to grab a chicken with our bachelor!"

"........."

At this moment, the emperors of the other three countries saw the appearance of Qin Gaoyang, and they also taunted one after another.

"Qin brother, isn't this flower ball too irritating to you?"

Dong Hao Mo Yong mouth with a little smile, this is intentional, North Qin is located in the hot spot, the people of the North Qin generally have a bad sweat, but Qin Gao Yang is a prince, naturally not There will be this taste.

"Gao Yang brothers, do you want to go back to take a bath and take this show? Maybe you will take a shower and you will recognize you."

Xiqiao Moyang did not rest, but also smiled and said a word, the words showed a lot of banter, almost did not give the North Qin two princes vomiting blood.

As for the Yunyun three emperor Yunyi, at this moment, there is a smile on his face: "Lingxiu, it is my cloud!"

Taking advantage of the three people are not prepared, this cloud is actually flying out, rushing toward the Lingxiu flower ball.

"not good!"

The other three emperors have changed their faces, but... this big change of face is instantly restored.

Because this is the cloud emperor's three emperor Yunyi, and the previous Qin Gaoyang is almost the same, directly rushed to the air, simply can not touch the flower ball.

The flower ball did not arrive, but it was the same as the Qin Gaoyang, causing the crowd to laugh.

"what happened?"

"This spirit show is not... actively looking for the owner!"

"The fate of the spirit!"

"I rely on! It turns out that Nan Chu didn't deceive me! I have a chance!"

"Puma! I must be a Hummer!"

"Let your shit, I am the future of the South Chu Hummer!"

"..."

Qin Gaoyang and Yunyi lost their hands one after another. This made the mortals and ordinary monks who had already lost hopes have confidence. Since it is based on the affiliation, it is not possible!

That is to say... everyone has a chance!

Everyone is equal!

The nine-storey tea house and the window sill on the east side of Lingxiu Pavilion.

Two guardian Guozhu, Zhao Yan and Xiang Qingtian, at this moment, saw the strange scene before Lingxiu Pavilion. They all had a faint surprise in their eyes, because they didn't notice any manipulations on the Lingxiu flower ball.

That is to say... It’s this Lingxiu flower ball that is choosing someone.

"There is really a ‘life fate’.”

Xiang Qingtian laughed happily. In fact, at the beginning, when he heard the ‘spiritual show and kiss’ from the Emperor Nanchu, he felt that he was not reliable.

But now...

Not the same, he suddenly... a little believe.

Even Zhao Yan, who is opposite him, this rigorous and meticulous old-fashioned old-fashioned man, could not help but pay attention to Lingxiu Pavilion.

The crowd... With the defensive action of Lingxiu's flower ball, it once again caught in boiling.

"Hey! Squeezing and squeezing you, squeezing you, and rushing to drink Mengpo soup!"

A gray-black porcupine, the person who was being boiled, quickly deformed when the pig's nose was squeezed.

At this time, a chilly voice fell into the ears of the pig.

The appearance of this voice makes the pig's eight rings a glimpse of a cockroach, and a pig's face is even more ecstatic!

"Which is this?"

On his back, Qin Feng was still lying flat, exactly the same as the previous coma, but it opened his eyes, and his eyes were cold.

At first glance, it’s enough to be the soul of the ice.

"Autumn Festival."

When Qin Feng wakes up, the pigs will quickly make a long list of things, mainly the things that happened in these 16 years, and tell Qin Feng the fastest speed.

Naturally, it’s a bit of a vinegar, like how hard it is for his old pig...

"Autumn 澜..."

Qin Feng muttered to himself, in his eyes... passing a woman's appearance.

That is... Zixia.

The endless sea is the land of this autumn.

He once promised two things about Sun Wukong, the first one is ‘stepping the Lingshan’, and the second one is to come to this autumn squad, to go to the endless sea and bring ‘a sentence’ to Sun Wukong.

The thoughts flew quickly, Qin Feng put these feelings down first, he clearly remembers...

The introduction of this first ontology is the ‘reincarnation of the sacred text’, that is to say... Zhao Wei, appeared!

To be precise... it’s her reincarnation, it’s there!

Didn't care about the crowds around, Qin Feng is still lying on the back of the pig's eight rings, looking at the sky's eyes, looking at the top of the Lingxiu Pavilion... there, there is a barrier to cover.

This barrier function is very strange, from the inside can be seen outside, from the outside ... but can not see through.

However, for Qin Feng, the existence of this barrier does not have any meaning at all. In the midst of a flame, the flames are under the eyes of the fire. This barrier is nothing.

The pair of screams in the flames of the scorpion...

Reflected the appearance of a woman.

The red wedding dress, the golden jade crown, the face of the rouge, the eyes, the nose, the mouth... and the woman in memory are exactly the same.

"Oh... is it really you..."

Qin Feng thinks of the cloud water world... I think of all the past.

Those three years...

Love, hate, love, resentment.

He remembered the sea in the hopelessness, where he was... the blue flame, burning Zhao in his arms, burned into gray and into the innocent sea.

‘Maybe... this is the fate. ’

A smile, slowly rising in the corner of Qin Feng.

When Qin Feng looked at the top of Lingxiu Pavilion, the Lingxiu Pavilion top...

Chu Wanqiu...