Fast Traveling Cannon Fodder: Blackened Male God's Favorite

Chapter 156: The Palace Master's Unbridled Flirting (23)

An Ning suddenly didn't understand why this hypocritical young man who valued reputation, prestige, swordsmanship, family... above all else suddenly risked everything for her?
Under the order of the Lord God, she obtained the power of faith in the three thousand small worlds. She didn't care about being hurt, disgusted, or abandoned by mortals, or even how much status she occupied in people's hearts. All she wanted was divine power.

In the long time of thousands of years of darkness, this was her only goal to turn defeat into victory.

How long is thousands of years, she can't remember.

She has been cannon fodder countless times, using various methods, dying and reborn, going round and round, without end.

Before becoming cannon fodder, how much torture she had tasted, how many years she wandered before being imprisoned by the gods, and she couldn't remember what she was like...

An Ning squatted on the ground and fed Bai Mufeng a pill.

"You have two choices." The owner of the village, Bai Chi, looked at her coldly, without any sympathy for the old man. Under the wrinkles on his face, his eyes were as sharp as an eagle.

"Suicide, or be killed." He does not allow his children to have weaknesses, does not allow Binglin Villa to be stained, and cannot tolerate women of unknown origins!

"Of course I will choose..." An Ning stood up slowly, the veil on her face lifted.

Her lips curled up, and a bloodthirsty red flashed in her cold and indifferent eyes, "Sheng—"

"Unbelievable!"

The ice sword rises from the sky, one splits into two, two splits into four, and four turns into infinity.

The next moment, she felt as if she was in a white snow-capped mountain, and the wind whizzed by, making her clothes rattle.

The bone-piercing coldness is comparable to the backlash of the plane.

An Ning frowned, "Edan, although I'm not willing to give up, this time I choose to use God..."

In an instant, the strong wind blew up and the ice and snow withered, stopping the words she was about to utter.

An Ning stared blankly at the sudden change in front of her.

The ice sword roared, and something seemed to be shattered.

The snow melted, the wind stopped, and besides the cold, what suddenly appeared in front of her was a slender figure from the back.

Xuanyi robes, black hair like algae, exquisite face.

The almost transparent ice sword in the boy's hand was shattered and fused inch by inch.

"Qian Lin!" The owner of the villa, Bai Chi, was startled suddenly, and various emotions flashed in his shrewd and experienced eyes, "It seems that you have not completed the task. Now, are you planning to attack your master?"

The boy's eyes were dark, and he finally opened his lips, saying every word, "Master, let her go!"

"Heh, you actually started talking again..." The owner Bai Chi's eyes were as cold as a snake, "Unfortunately, the sword of betraying the master is not qualified to negotiate terms with me."

boom--

The ice sword in Qian Lin's hand broke completely, and countless sword marks instantly appeared on his face and body.

"You are just a sword, and the sword is ruthless." The owner Bai Chi turned his eyes to An Ning, frowned, and struck fiercely, "A sword that is moved by love will only bring about its own destruction—"

The air seemed to condense instantly, forming layers of frost.

An Ning raised her eyes, and countless ice swords came towards her.

The young man stepped forward and hugged her, and resisted Wan Jian with his back.

The body was penetrated by the sword energy, bringing out strands of blood, which was the most brilliant red.

He pursed his lips tightly from beginning to end, and his dark pupils seemed to be filled with countless stars.

What kind of determination and courage is needed to break through death and absolute power?
An Ning looked at her palm, a ray of dark divine power slowly surged, and no one noticed it.

*
"Master, there is news about Miss Shui."

The owner of the village, Bai Chi, threw the ice sword back into the scabbard, the desire to kill was hidden under the wrinkled face, and his kindness was restored in an instant, "Go, go and see Feng'er."

Other courtyard.

"Feng'er, do you blame your father?"

Bai Mufeng shook his head, "Father spared Auntie, my son is grateful."

"Yeah. I figured it out for my father. I only have you as a child. So it's up to you."

Bai Mufeng quietly waited for him to continue.

"That girl named Auntie, you can take her as a concubine. After all, Shui Linglong is the daughter of the former leader, whether she lives or dies, your wife must be her, understand?"

"Thank you dad." Bai Mufeng raised his lips and smiled, suddenly felt that he was in good health, and hurriedly got up, "I'm going to tell Auntie the good news now."

"Don't worry." The owner, Bai Chi, pressed Bai Mufeng's hand, his slightly cloudy eyes overflowed with cruel killing intent, "She was snatched away by the sword I took pains to raise."

Bai Mufeng clenched his fists, and slightly opened his lips, "Father means, that kid, he stole my concubine..."

"Yes, the sword that bites the master back is indeed very sharp." The owner of the village, Bai Chi, patted his son's shoulder lovingly, "Feng'er, you have to get well soon, they may have gone to the Binglin Realm. , only you can find them."

*
It's icy.

The natural boundary of Binglin Villa.

Mirage in the ice and snow.

"Saint, this is... where I grew up, they can't find... here."

As soon as he finished speaking, the boy fell to the snow.

"Qian Lin, you are dying, do you regret it?" An Ning sat beside him, gently brushing the snowflakes off his face with her fingertips.

Snowflakes fell on Qian Lin's eyelashes, trembling slightly.

"Holy lady, be nice to me...just to surrender me...Holy lady...just for Bai Mufeng...Saint, it's very good." He was delirious and said intermittently.

"..." An Ning looked confused. Is there a connection between the foreword and the afterword? How did she come to such a good conclusion?
"Oh," An Ning chuckled, leaned over and kissed his cold lips, biting lightly, "Fool, what do you think I am doing now, huh?"

Qian Lin opened her eyes, and blinked innocently and blankly.

An Ning licked his lips again, and said with a playful smile, "Naturally because I like you." Naturally, to save you.

If she wanted to use her divine power secretly, she would have to endure the backlash from the plane, as long as she endured it, it would be fine.

"Qian Lin, little Qian Lin..." An Ning softly called his name, and slowly took off his clothes.

The sword marks were criss-crossed, and the bones could be seen deep. There was no complete piece of skin, and even when she took off her clothes, there was blood and flesh.

Shocking and terrifying.

An Ning couldn't help frowning, and his hands became lighter.

He was fine, his eyes were unblinking, and his expression was indifferent, as if he was not the one who was hurt and killed.

Her pale lips were pressed tightly together, and a touch of blue occasionally flashed in her dark eyes.

An Ning gently pressed his wound, his eyes would blink, and then he looked at her again as if he had fallen into a trance.

"Ha..." An Ning felt that she was being pleased, and she kissed him on the lips again.

It's a pity that the sword that can be called at any time is gone.

But, in the palm, the boy's heart beat faster than before?
It's really a technical job to be naked in the ice and snow.

"Little Qianlin, bear with it..." An Ning's red lips curled up slightly, and her body fell on top of her.

The two figures are obsessed with each other, like a shadow.

Snowflakes like goose feathers fell, covering them in an instant.

Only in this way will the system not peek or complain to the gods, haha...

(End of this chapter)