Da Bong fights more people

In a weak state, Xu Qi'an forced himself to ask.

The tail was stroking, and a soft and seductive female voice came, sneering and saying:

"My life is about to die, and I still miss women, what a sentimental person."

Sure enough, she is a witch with a bad personality and lacks training... Xu Qi'an understood the other party's ridicule, frowned, saw the other party's fox tails scattered one by one, and asked:

"Others treat me sincerely, and I treat others sincerely."

This is the basic cultivation of a Neptune.

"I betrothed her to a male tribe..."

The voice of Princess Wan Yao Kingdom's smile came.

Your mother's call for death?Xu Qi'an's eyes widened instantly!

"Just kidding."

What Princess Wan Yao said next calmed down Xu Qi'an's anger, and she said:

"Fuxiang has returned to my side. The identity of Jiaofang Si Huakui is just an ordinary task for her, and it is also a part of her life journey."

Xu Qi'an nodded, and replied feebly:

"Then I'm relieved."

Even though he knew that Fuxiang was the dark son of the monster clan, and that death was just an opportunity to escape, Xu Qi'an was still relieved to hear that she was fine now, and this fish let her return to the sea for the time being.

In the future, I will look for opportunities to take it back into the fish pond.

Before the last fox tail dissipated, Princess Wan Yao Kingdom smiled and said:

"By the way, Fuxiang's body is a corpse I found from the pile of dead people back then. Not long after he died, the body was still usable, so I used the soul-returning method to implant Fuxiang's soul into it.

"Although that body is no different from a living person, it is still a corpse. After several years of use, it decays and rots uncontrollably. Floating Fragrance has no choice but to feign death to escape."

Xu Qi'an's expression suddenly froze, like a still painting.

...........

"Da Lang, Da Lang..."

Second Uncle Xu waited anxiously, seeing the tail of the fox disappearing, he couldn't wait to rush over to check his nephew's injury.

Xu Pingzhi's old face was full of sadness, anger, worry and fear. He just held his nephew's hand, afraid that if he let go, the nephew would be gone.

"How come the wound hasn't healed yet, isn't the third grade the so-called immortal body?"

Uncle Xu checked for a while, anxious.

Because the nephew's injury didn't improve, the wound of Yu Sui was still there, the nine magic nails pierced into his flesh and blood, and thick, scarlet blood kept flowing out from the abdominal wound.

In addition, his seven orifices were bleeding, and his appearance was terrifying. He looked like he would die from his injuries at any moment.

"He is on the verge of breaking out and is in urgent need of medical treatment."

Zhao Shou sighed, resisting the pain of a splitting headache, and announced in a deep voice, "Stop the bleeding."

Those hideous and terrifying wounds gradually stopped bleeding, but they still haven't healed.

In Zhao Shou's view, the fact that Xu Qi'an is not dead at this time is a manifestation of Wu Fu's strong vitality.

He wasted a lot in the fight with Joan of Arc, and he was seriously injured, especially the two burn wounds, killing one thousand enemies and self-defeating eight hundred, which is very terrifying.

Then it was inserted into the magic nail, which locked the vitality and blood, leaving him with the cultivation base of a third-rank martial artist, but it was difficult for him to exert himself.

In the end, he used the curse-killing technique recorded in Confucianism, at the cost of self-mutilation, causing Xu Pingfeng, a white-clothed warlock, to suffer the backlash of luck.

The backlash that kills someone with great luck.

It belongs to killing eight hundred enemies and destroying one thousand.

With multiple injuries superimposed, he can still save his life, isn't it just the body of Wufu with strong vitality.

"Let's go back to the capital first, the only person who can save him right now is the supervisor."

Zhao Shou looked at the battle in the distance. With his third-rank cultivation, he couldn't see the fight between the first-rank Bodhisattva and the first-rank Destiny, because it was covered by layers of formations.

The prisoner is cutting off the back path of the female Bodhisattva, and he wants to kill the Bodhisattva.

Xu Pingzhi picked up his nephew and nodded with a gloomy expression.

He has already remembered, he has remembered everything, he has remembered his elder brother who was the most famous and talented in the world.

It reminded me of the scene where the Xu family used to flourish.

It's just that all that is in the past. Every year in the capital, high-ranking officials and rich people fall down and their homes are raided. Under the circumstances of shielding the secrets, no one will remember the glorious Xu family 20 years ago.

............

Late at night, the Royal Study Room.

Candles are shining brightly, as bright as day.

Sitting behind the big case belonging to the emperor, the prince felt mixed feelings, including emotion, embarrassment, excitement, excitement, and apprehension... just like ordinary people facing the once-in-a-lifetime crisis. marry.

The prince knew that whether he could ascend the throne smoothly depends on tonight.

At this time, the princes were still waiting in the side hall, drinking hot tea and eating pastries, waiting for the discussion.

The emperor was beheaded, the dragons had no leader, and the prince naturally stood up to preside over the overall situation. This is a matter of course, and it is also the meaning of the prince's existence.

A country cannot be without a king for a day, nor can it be without a prince for a day.

The role of the crown prince is highlighted at this time. If there is no crown prince in Dafeng, it will probably be chaotic at the moment.

After being appeased during the day, all strata in the capital were generally calm, the most troublesome ones were ordinary people, they gathered at the gate of the imperial city and various yamen, clamoring to see Xu Yinluo.

The common people in the market suspected that Xu Yinluo was secretly captured by the court and even killed him.

Wang Shoufu asked the prince to mobilize the imperial army to suppress the town, and at the same time ordered the Beijing officials to come forward to appease, and the two-pronged approach stopped the possible riots.

"Your Highness, Lord Shoufu is here."

The old eunuch stepped over the threshold, stood below, and said in a low voice.

Wearing a scarlet robe and an official hat, Wang Shoufu stepped into the imperial study with steady steps.