Ascended to become a virtual idol

Chapter 161 You must go on this trip to Xuanyuan
Laughing to death, flattering your own host, what's the shame?Thinking of it this way, it straightened its chest even more, [With the host here, I just need to hug my thigh and be taken away. 】

In fact, there is only one thing you need to do if you want to be salted fish and lie flat, and that is to find a powerful host, face the host's embrace decisively, and then you can enjoy life.

Faced with the little elf's trick, Yan Qiao had a deep smile in his eyes, "Next time, remember better, and don't talk nonsense. If you faint outside, no one will take you back."

The little elf said happily, 【I won’t be afraid if the host is in this system. 】

In the Metaphysics Society of Beixue Kingdom, Karen, who was meditating and practicing, suddenly opened his eyes, "Who!" He shouted and stood up, his eyes as sharp as a falcon.

In his sharp and cold eyes, a man wrapped in a black robe and hood appeared, and when he stretched out his hand, a feeling of oppression struck like Karen.

Karen's pupils shrank fiercely, and he saw the iconic mark on the man's wrist, and he immediately knelt down on the ground, "My lord, please come here yourself if you need anything."

"Karen, you disobeyed my order," the indifferent voice was like the most emotionless machine, and the listeners were terrified.

Karen could only feel bitterness in his mouth, he gritted his teeth, "I don't know if my lord is dissatisfied with Xuanyuan's situation."

The man in black tilted his head slightly, "Under your pressure, Xuanyuan can still get up, it just shows that you didn't put your heart into it."

He stepped forward step by step and put his hand on top of Karen's head, "Your life is mine, and those who disobey orders without authorization will have to pay the price."

"My lord, Xuanyuan is really too weird now..." Karen only felt his heart tense. This lord, who had appeared since he was a child, taught himself powerful magic and allowed himself to ascend the throne. The only one The purpose is only for him to suppress Xuanyuan's inheritance in an all-round way.

"Originally, everything was going well. Seeing that Xuanyuan was about to be shattered, who would have thought that Yan Qiao would appear in the sky," Karen said here, full of bitterness and nothing to complain about.

"Those who stand in the way will be killed. How can you not be able to do what others can't do?" The man said indifferently.

"No matter what Xuanyuan said, there are a group of ultra-level existences, and the subordinates used to be no less than hitting a stone with an egg..." Karen was about to cry.

The man withdrew his hand, "Trash," he said lightly, then turned his head and slapped the huge black pupil, "This is your punishment, it won't be so simple next time."

"Pfft..." The black pupils shattered, and Karen also spit out a big mouthful of black blood. His whole body was convulsed with pain, but he knelt on the ground and dared not say a word, "This subordinate knows his mistake."

Who would have thought that the majestic chairman is just a puppet in the hands of others.

It took a long time for Karen to sit paralyzed on the ground. The fear that penetrated into the marrow of his bones, even after many years, even if he is now a super-level person, he still has no strength to resist in the face of this person.

The man in black walked out of the palace, looked up at the sky, and then smiled disdainfully, "It's really beyond your control to block my attack with your fragility."

Beixue's palace was overcast for a moment, and the man in black waved his hand casually, "Before I move, no matter how powerful you are, you can't do anything to me."

As soon as the voice fell, the other person had disappeared, leaving only a few muffled thunders in the sky.

In the mysterious capital of the Ability Society, the hall that has been closed all year round, it is rare to hear a sound at this time, like the howling of ghosts and wolves in the depths of hell, accompanied by the wailing, it is chilling to hear.

There was a man kneeling at the entrance of the main hall, dressed in a rouge-colored skirt, with black hair piled on top of his head, a red hosta slanted, and a pale and slender hand outstretched.

Ming Lao came slowly from a distance, his voice was barely audible, "Why are you doing this?"

The woman straightened up, her face was as pale as a ghost, giving off a gloomy feeling, "Then don't bother me to care about it."

She stood up slowly, her slender figure seemed to be snapped off.

Ming Lao turned his head, "If you don't vote, you will be trapped here forever."

The woman looked at her, "Should I be thankful, the cultivation techniques I have studied have saved me from the torment of losing myself."

Ming Lao frowned deeply, "I don't know what you are insisting on," he seemed to be simply puzzled.

The woman smiled, "You know that I insisted on you, you are all dead, are you really still you who are left now?" She turned to leave, and the words dissipated like the wind.

Ming Lao stood in front of the main hall, "My lord, he has appeared. He left behind a sentence of Xuanyuan's death."

The crying and howling of ghosts and wolves in the hall stopped abruptly, and then the door opened, and a thin and rough voice came out, "Kill!"

The old man lowered his head, "Obey."

The door closed again, and when he turned around, he passed by the place where the woman was kneeling just now, but subconsciously stopped, and those dark and firm eyes appeared in his mind.

She seemed to prefer to be cursed and knelt down, and when she left, she straightened her back and carried her own strength of character, so she looked like a person.

A person who knelt here before and would rather die than give in, but that figure has gradually become blurred, and he can't remember the appearance of that person after a long time.

Ming Lao's voice disappeared, and there were bursts of wailing and screaming in the depths of the hall, as if they would never stop.

Fu Yong stopped and looked at the woman walking towards him. He had seen her many times, and every time he came from here.

The woman raised her head, her pale face was expressionless, and when she passed by, Fu Yong asked, "What are you obsessed with?"

The woman didn't reply to her, as if she was disdainful, more like a deep disgust.

Ming Lao came after him not long after, and Fu Yong looked up, "She doesn't respect the Lord, why do you keep her?"

Ming Lao knows who he is talking about without guessing, he sighed, "She is different."

Fu Yong really wanted to ask what was different, but he couldn't say it after all.

Ming Lao glanced at his cold eyebrows, "You must go for this trip to Xuanyuan."

Fu Yong's downcast eyes covered the indifference and boredom in his eyes, "Got it."

Ming Lao nodded, "You don't have to find the Lord anymore, he is in an extremely bad mood now."

Fu Yong stopped in his tracks, turned around calmly, "I'll go back with you."

Ming Lao shook his head, muttered a few words, and let him go.

Fuyong put his hands behind his back, Xuanyuan, with a bit of ridicule in his heart, really haunted him.

The sun never set in Xuanyuan, President Ke looked at the optical brain for a while, and looked at the optical brain for a while, making Elder Feng a little helpless.

Elder Pu snorted, "With Elder Gong there, Yunya will be fine."

"I'm not worried about this. I'm thinking that my heart has been beating non-stop recently, and I always feel a little..."

(End of this chapter)