"Shut up!" Baili Yu, the old man from Shendan Valley, was furious:

"Master Youying acts, how can you make a fool of yourself, who has not even grown all the hair? Alas, pity our great reputation in the Divine Doctor Valley is ruined by you little disciples who are unwilling to concentrate on studying and are ignorant."

Baili Yu said this very strongly. After all, he is a senior of the same school, so the Ninth Princess dare not say much.

But the look she looked at Feng Xingying, and her eyes were full of jealousy and hatred at this moment.

After a while, it seemed to be to confirm what Nangong Yulian said that the little prince Nangong Zhuo's face turned red like a burning fire, and then vomited continuously.

Feng Xingying remained silent and did not explain. The silver needle in his hand flickered as fast as lightning, and it was located on the boy.

This time, his face finally returned to normal.

But the vomiting did not stop, and now he even coughed up blood.

The blood coughed from Nangong Zhuo was black and red, and it had a bit of rotten smell, which was very terrifying.

"Brother Prince, don't hesitate. Brother Zhuo's life is important. He is the person his father cares the most. If he has a few long and two shorts," the ninth princess reached out and pulled Nangong Chu's sleeve.

Nangong Chu's face was dark and he said coldly: "Miss Youying, you must give Gu a reasonable explanation."

"No time!" Feng Xingying was still the same.

Nangong Chu's face became more gloomy.

He has never met the woman who dared to reject him in person in the entire Dali Kingdom. He refused him twice in a row, obviously not taking him as the prince seriously.

It was strange and strange. When he saw You Ying, he couldn't help feeling. The more she refused him, the more he felt that she was like the person in his memory, and he became more concerned about her.

But now, this woman is disobedient, and Nangong Chu also wants to show a strong face.

Nangong Chu raised his right hand and was about to waving it, but stopped out of thin air.

I saw a lion-shaped mount with a dark background and a golden cloud pattern on the forehead. A man in a black robe slowly fell down.

Nangong Chu's hand did not dare to move again, but naturally changed to clasping his fists:

"I don't know if Brother Qin is here, I'm not here to welcome you."

The Ninth Princess even had beautiful eyes, all fell on the man, affectionate, soft as spring water, and could no longer be removed. All the anger and anger, at the moment when she saw him, all melted into a shy smile.

The visitor is the most famous king of the different surname in Dali Kingdom, Leng King Qin Molin.

Prince Nangong Chu was originally quite outstanding among the crowd, and with his white horse, he stood out in the flock, just like a prince charming.

But when Qin Molin appeared, he seemed much more overshadowed.

It was the first time Feng Xingying saw Qin Molin's mount. He couldn't help but squint his eyes and looked up and down a few times. His mount was the legendary level spirit beast Mo Yu Lion King.

Even if you attack Qin Molin's mount alone, I'm afraid even the Emperor of Dali Kingdom would not be able to match, so his identity would probably not be simple.

Qin Molin did not speak up in response to Nangong Chu's initiative greeting, nodding as a response, and did not explain the purpose of coming.

But the position he was standing was just in front of Feng Xingying.

If the prince wants to take action, he must pass his barrier first, and the meaning of back protection is obvious.

"Can Your Highness Leng actually meet Miss Youying?" Nangong Chu said with a smile.

Qin Molin obviously didn't want to answer his question, so he just stood there, with amenorrhea and invisible pressure, which made people unable to help but retreat.

Nangong Chu was defeated continuously, but he didn't care at all. After all, that person was Leng Wang. Being able to nodded to him had already given him enough face.

"ah!!!"

The miserable and depressing screams sounded extremely cunning from the mouth of the boy in front of Feng Xingying.

Accompanied by the miserable screams were the bright lightning that condensed into a ring above his head.

Nangong Zhuo, this trash who was ridiculed, actually awakened, and he is a golden spirit master!

Just when the boy opened his eyes and said "Thank you" with emotion, the shadow of Feng Xingying was gone.
Chapter completed!