Respect

The disintegration of the mind is not harmful and will not cause any harm, but this thing is like the mind being frightened, it will not be restored at one and a half, and the mind, consciousness and consciousness are affected during this period It is very fragile. If the spiritual power is operated at this time and the magical arts are performed, there is a danger of getting into the magic, and one who is not good will be back bitten.

In the magnificent and luxurious venue, there was a moment of silence.

There were seven or eight hundred people in the audience, one counted as one, all paralyzed on the ground like a slump of mud.

The repair is weak, looks groggy, and looks aggressive, without knowing what happened.

After being a strong man, after his consciousness came back, it was a deep panic, as if he had suffered the devastation, he was terrified.

Only two people were still standing.

One of them is Fei Kui.

From the beginning to the end, Fei Kui was standing at the table, bowed, bowed his head, holding a jug in his hand, ready to pour wine. He looked like a faithful slave, like here What happened has nothing to do with him. He has only one task, which is to serve a good son and be a competent slave.

In addition to Fei Kui, another standing person is Gu Qingfeng.

It is still a clean white shirt, without any decorative ornaments on the white shirt. The white one looks like snow, forming a sharp contrast with the three thousand black black hairs.

He stood and stood with his hands up.

Like a lone peak standing between heaven and earth.

He is still him.

But not before him.

Previously, he was cynical, relaxed and unrestrained, like an unskilled puppet.

Now, he is lonely and calm, overbearing and overbearing, not arrogant, like an overlord in the world.

Previously, he looked weak and fragile, just like the twilight dusk, without any vigor.

Now, he is still weak, as weak as the wind, still like dusk, but not the dusk of the twilight, but the dusk of the sun, there is no vitality, and some are just twilight, endless twilight.

Quiet.

Boundless stillness.

lonely.

There is also boundless silence.

Opposite, Wei Lao was paralyzed sitting on the ground.

now.

He looked ashamed, sitting on the ground, unable to move, just supporting his upper body with his arms, as if the spirit of his body had been hollowed out, pulling his head and daring to say a word. .

Wei Lao practiced for thousands of years. His practice was completely based on his own step-by-step fight. I do n’t know how much sweat, blood, and injuries he suffered. Only in ancient times did he have the practice today. At that time, it was also the land fairy of this world, but in the past thousands of years, I have seen too many people die on the road to becoming immortal. Therefore, many things have been taken lightly, so I chose to work in the villa. child.

Speaking of which, Lao Wei is also a master of battles. He has experienced a lot of scenes, both large and small, and has seen a lot of strange people.

However, he had never been embarrassed, panicked or frightened like he is today.

He couldn't figure out a man without any cultivation, no reincarnation, neither reincarnation, nor divine life-saving, nor a fairy demon. Without the use of spiritual power or any magical arts, only A sheer prestige, how the shattered heart that has been proud of itself.

He couldn't figure it out either, it just looked like a leisurely uncle, just how suddenly it became so terrible.

That's really scary.

Although Gu Qingfeng standing in front of him did not say a word, showed no murderous power, and did not have any power, but for Wei Lao, he still felt a deep fear.

It is a fear of the sun falling and dusk coming.

It is also a fear of boundless silence.

Feeling this kind of fear, Wei Lao was afraid to move, to speak, or even to breathe.

opposite.

Gu Qingfeng looked at the people paralyzed on the ground, but only glanced at him, then shook his head and sat back in the chair. At the same time, Fei Kui next to him held a jug and poured a glass of wine carefully and passed it.

I don't know why.

When Gu Qingfeng sat down, the kind of sun falling and dusk falling on Wei Lao's body gradually disappeared.

At this moment, Wei Lao seemed to be relieved, could no longer support it, completely paralyzed on the ground, and was breathing heavily, but at this moment, the voice of Gu Qingfeng suddenly came.

"How's it going?"

The momentum is no longer vast, and Yinwei no longer rolls, but it is introduced into Wei Lao's ears, but he is kind of caught in the mountains of sword and fire, all over the body, from the membrane, the meridians, the blood, and the purple house has an unclear way He was miserable.

"Old, no ..."

When Wei Lao opened his mouth, his voice was not only weak, but also hoarse. He said two words and quickly said, "Below ... Below ..."

It seems that Wei Lao is really scared, and dare not pretend to be old and humble, claiming to be below.

"Looked up."

Wei Laocheng raised his head in horror, and his old face was so frightened. When he touched Gu Qingfeng's eyes, he fell into the endless abyss, so that his soul felt a kind of breath, quickly and lowly. head.

"I ask you, can the spirit of the grandfather be abnormal now?"

Gu Qingfeng's voice came, and Wei Lao wanted to cry without tears, even with a dead heart.

"Look at you as the boss. I ’m afraid that the time for spiritual practice is not short? Even his mother ’s eyesight is n’t there? He said his mother ’s mental disorder? Why, have you lived on a dog for so many years? "

"Below ... I know wrong ... I have no eyes ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ offended the son ..."

After practicing for thousands of years, what Wei Lao felt most deeply was to put away the so-called self-esteem, and to confess mistakes and not to be shameful. In front of the strong, you must always understand the word humble.

Gu Qingfeng didn't look at him, raised his glass and drank, and said, "I'm asking you, you know the identity of the grandfather?"

"My son's name is ancient, first name ..."

Speaking of this, Wei Wei stopped suddenly and did not dare to continue, because he suddenly realized that Gu Qingfeng had killed dozens of elders in the Northwest. If it was exposed, the consequences would be very serious. He did not want to personally kill Gu Qingfeng. His identity was revealed.

Moreover, he did not think that the meaning of the question asked by Gu Qingfeng was so. He remembered that Gu Qingfeng claimed to be the King of Qixiao, and also said that he would use this matter to let others know his existence, although Wei Lao did not know why. I don't dare to think about it at this moment and respond quickly.

"My son's surname is ancient, Sirius, and the Tao number is Qixiao. It's ... is Naiqixiao King."

"Very good, yes, your old guy is quite fun."