Qibao jumped down from Ye Zhikuang's shoulder, pointed at the old lady and shouted: "Do you think I look young and easy to deceive? Damn old lady, all your excuses are useless in my eyes, Jun Lan

Why are the people of this city bothering you? It's obvious that you have done some shameful things and harmed them."

Qibao clenched his fists and stared at the old lady angrily.

Ye Zhikuang looked at Qibao in surprise. She did not expect Qibao to be so angry. She had never seen Qibao look like this.

At this time, she thought of the fairy phoenix that Qibao often talked about.

Xianfeng... Xianfeng... Qibao was a pig-man-demon raised by Xianfeng. When Qibao heard what the old lady said, he was even more excited and angry than she was.

So, can we think that Xianfeng has something to do with Junlan City, and Qibao...

Time did not allow her to continue her reverie, so the old lady then used the words she had made up and said righteously: "Whether you believe it or not, the existence of Junlan City will only endanger the entire country."

"So you have to kill them." Qibao asked through gritted teeth.

Junlan City was stained with blood, and the bloody wind and rain fell. That year was a year of war. As the only pig-human demon of a different race in that country, how could Qibao not know the true purpose of the outside world's invasion of Junlan City.

Its fairy mother was destroyed in their hands.

The old lady did not put the little seven treasures in her eyes, and glanced at Murong Fu and Murong Tiantian: "Tiantian, Fu'er, don't you still believe what the old lady said?"

Murong Tiantian looked up at Murong Fu: "Brother Fu..."

Murong Fu obviously looked at the old lady with hatred on his face. He didn't believe anything and would never believe her again.

Lifting up his purple clothes, Ye Zhikuang smiled sarcastically: "You've said enough, you and I don't have to worry about the past matters of the Silver Dragon Clan, but there is a debt that must be settled clearly."

"I don't understand what debt Miss Ye refers to?" The old lady then turned back and looked at Ye Zhikuang.

"I believe you are no stranger to my mother." She brushed her hair, her charming eyes showing a hint of coldness.

After hearing this, the old lady's face immediately turned pale.

At that time, there was a dance that people chant to this day: "A person's face is as snowy as cotton, and the sapphire is shining and the shadow of the giant is startled."

What a beautiful city, what a beautiful country, only those who saw it with their own eyes at that time would know.

A woman who even bows her head and covers her face when a woman sees her.

And it doesn’t make people jealous.

At this time, Mo Junxie didn't want to just stand there and do nothing. He stepped forward, held Ye Zhikuang's cold hand and said, "Junlan City, Xia Qianlan, the daughter of Lord Xiahou."

Xia Qianlan——

Ye Zhikuang whispered these three words in a low voice.

It turns out her name is Xia Qianlan.

The old lady held the crutch tightly with both hands. Many people knew about this matter, but few people knew that she was the one who planned it behind the scenes, commanding the four countries to cooperate with the major powers.

The family destroyed Junlan City together.

At that time, the Murong family also suffered heavy losses.

The last descendant from her lineage, Murong Yi, was the woman who loved Xia Qianlan at that time.

However, he died in the hands of the enemy because he was devoted to protecting Xia Qianlan.

How could she not hate it?

It would be better not to kill him.

"Hahaha——" Seeing Mo Junxie's appearance of knowing nothing, the old lady was too lazy to hide the fact: "She used to be my personal maid."

Mo Junxie hugged Ye Zhikuang and shouted coldly: "These have nothing to do with the accounts we want to settle."

"How could it not matter?" The old lady suddenly roared: "She was the one who killed Murong Yi. She was the one who tried to seduce men all over the world. If there is anything wrong, it is Xia Qianlan's fault. It was her fault for being unruly.

It confuses people's hearts and makes the Tianyuan Dynasty have no heirs."

"Crack--" His little hands clenched into fists, and his eyes burst out with a cold air.

Ye Zhikuang said coldly, word by word: "If a person has no evil heart, how can he be tempted by the outside world?"

Murong Fu raised his head and looked at the woman whose eyes were full of ferocious light, but his heart sank. As she said, if a person has no evil heart, how can he be tempted by the outside world?

It is precisely because of their insatiable mentality that they pursue things that look gorgeous on the surface.

And what about him?

"Pfft--" Poisonous blood spurted out from his mouth.

The old lady looked back at Murong Fu. If he didn't take the antidote, he would fall down in just half a moment, and even the Great Luo Immortal would be unable to save him.

"Tiantian, now is not the time to be angry. Take your brother Fu back to your room quickly." Only when the two of them leave can she do what he wants to do.

She didn't dare to let Murong Tiantian see her killing her. She was afraid that even Murong Tiantian would leave her.

Murong Fu didn't want to leave, so Murong Tiantian naturally wouldn't leave alone.

She glanced awkwardly at the old lady and Murong Fu.

"Do you want your brother Fu to die in front of you?" The old lady saw Murong Tiantian's concerns and asked in a serious voice.

"..." Murong Tiantian glanced at the old lady again, and finally decided to take Murong Fu back to the room.

"No, let me go Tiantian." Murong Fu held on tightly and refused to leave, his eyes reluctantly falling on Ye Zhikuang.

Murong Tiantian saw the gaze that was too obvious, too longing, and too eager, and her heart throbbed hard.

But he hid his pain deep in his heart.

She is not a stalker. If he likes it, she can let him go.

She raised her head, like a child who grew up overnight, and said with a strange light in her eyes: "Brother Fu, I understand what you are thinking. If you die here now, you will have no chance in the future."

Murong Fu stiffened and suddenly withdrew his gaze, looking down at Murong Tiantian.

But there was a sweet smile on her small face.

Finally, he fell into her arms.

Murong Tiantian worriedly exclaimed: "Brother Fu, Brother Fu——"

The old lady waved her hand, and the two guards quickly ran over, lifted up Murong Fu and quickly evacuated the scene.

The wind howled, white snow fluttered, and the entire Murong Mansion was covered with a sheet of white snow.

The freezing weather stirred up waves of cold murderous aura.

Seeing Murong Tiantian's leaving figure, Ye Zhikuang finally breathed a sigh of relief.

"Tell me, how do you want to calculate this debt?" The old lady asked coldly with one hand behind her back and the other hand supporting the crutch.

The guard was increased by a hundred more, surrounding two people and one demon from the outside.

The old lady knew that the strength of the people in the house was no match for Mo Junxie.

If she couldn't even tell what kind of strength Mo Junxie was, then her life would have been in vain.

"Dragon soul, I want the dragon soul of my Qinglongyan Silver Dragon tribe." Ye Zhikuang opened his bright eyes wide, and when he spoke, a murderous intent flashed in his eyes.

"No." The strength of a person who has not obtained another dragon soul to inspire the original dragon soul and merge with the original dragon soul cannot pose a threat to her. How could the old lady be stupid enough to hand over the dragon soul to her personally?

"Ha!" Mo Junxie smiled evilly, and his voice was slow and smooth: "We have found the body of the golden beetle, do you think... we will not be able to sneak into Murong's house again to find the dragon soul? Or do you think that Qing Man Yin

She is the only one left in the Dragon Clan, so you don’t take it seriously at all, um——”

A "hmm" carries with it an air of danger and threat.

The murderous aura that hit her face still made the old lady's heart tremble.

A young man could actually release such a powerful aura to oppress her.

There are not many people in this world who can let the old lady take action personally.

The hand holding the crutch couldn't help but tighten. His words disturbed her heart, but she quickly calmed down and prevented herself from being disturbed by the enemy.

He would say that, maybe he was just covering up for Ye Zhikuang, and wanted to use these excuses to scare her so that she would not dare to act rashly.

But Mo Junxie is such a boring person, every word he said is true.

"Hmph, back then I was able to kill tens of thousands of people of different races, and now I can kill the people of different races who are still alive. Do you think I take this little girl seriously?" The old lady raised her head.

He waved his hand: "Take it."

A row of guards rushed forward and backward. They arranged themselves into a formation in an orderly manner, trying to capture them using formation techniques.

However, Mo Junxie disdainfully sneered, and Ye Zhikuang ignored the surrounding guards.

The two of them clenched their hands, one used a sword, one used a whip, and the other used illusion magic to freeze the surrounding guards.

"Crack--"

A stroke of the sword sealed the lives of more than ten people, and their lives stopped at the moment frozen by Qibao's illusion.

In a flash of green light, the blue light whip fell to the ground, and no one's head was still hanging on his neck.

Blood splattered, making the scalps of the other guards who were not on the battlefield numb.

Two people and one demon killed more than twenty of them in the blink of an eye with just one move.
To be continued...