"The princess will make the decision about our Leng Prince's Mansion." Qin Molin continued to speak shamelessly, and ordered the men in black who consciously stood behind him:

"The princess's will is my will."

"Yes!" The neat answer was straightforward and neat.

When did she agree to be his princess?

Feng Xingying didn't want to worry about this problem that he couldn't figure out for three days and three nights. It is important to solve the problem in front of him.

Feng Xingying still had a tense face and ordered: "Who captured the prisoner, bring it back by himself? Can the people caught by the Leng Prince's Mansion still be punished according to the expressions of others?"

Domineering!

Like the Cold King.

Qin Yi and others immediately took action and brought Sun Changsheng, Sun Zhi and others back without falling to the ground, throwing them in front of Feng Xingying like a chicken.

Sun Changsheng is now depressed.

He could eat a few princes and dare not take action against him casually, but the only one he dared not eat was His Highness Leng!

Nangong Mu felt his old face burning. If he didn't speak, the Sun family would have nothing to do with him.

But he had already spoken, which represented his position.

He is the tall spirit king, who lived for hundreds of years, and his best old antique face.

Just being slapped in the face on the spot?

And his poor granddaughter is secretly wiping away tears.

This Fengxingying is simply a monster!

Nangong Mu snorted coldly: "Girl, don't be too outstanding in life. This is still the Dali Kingdom."

Feng Xingying sneered, raised her eyebrows and looked at Nangong Mu mockingly: "Do you know that this is Dali Kingdom?

What qualifications do you, an outsider who is ready to treason to Tianyu, have you the right to take care of the family affairs of my Dali country?"

"Bastard!" Feng Xingying pointed it out in public. How could Nangong Mu be able to endure it anymore?

His move was like lightning, and the overwhelming spiritual power formed a long green vine, sucking towards Fengxingying hard.

Feng Xingying didn't take action, just stood quietly, with a sarcastic smile on her face.

The concentration is really good.

After Nangong Mu took action, he felt a little regretful.

regret?

It's too late!

Qin Molin reached out and pulled the long vine and threw it out.

In his hands, Nangong Mutang Lingwang was like a dog with a rope trap, thrown out in a mess.

Qin Molin seemed to be relaxed, but in fact he was really moved.

After Nangong Mu flew far away, he spurted blood in his heart and almost fainted.

Nangong Yulian ran to help him up in panic, and Nangong Mu's eyes were full of resentment:

"You are so cruel, you actually broke my spiritual power. You..."

Another mouthful of blood was spurted out.

If it weren't for the support of spiritual power, this old guy would probably have vomited blood enough for him to die.

"If you don't want to die, just get out." Qin Molin glanced at him strongly.

Nangong Mu suddenly felt decadent and got much older.

Young people today grow too fast!

He thought Qin Molin finally reached the level of the Spirit King like him after hard practice.

But the cruel fact is.

Qin Molin had already left him far away and could easily kill him in seconds with one move.

It has reached this point, and it is impossible for Nangong Mu to rely on his seniority to make a living. He can only let Nangong Yulian support him and leave lonely.

But he didn't know that after his Spirit King realm was broken, what would await him would be a more cruel future.

...

Seeing that Nangong Mu was useless, General Sun Changsheng was a little panicked and begged without hesitation:

"King Leng, please spare me, please spare me. I am lard, and I am confused for a moment. This is a misunderstanding, it is really a misunderstanding."

"Misunderstanding?" Feng Xingying sneered, took out a silver needle and inserted it into Sun Changsheng's neck.

(End of this chapter)
Chapter completed!