Pluto's Favorite: The Gold Killer Concubine

"Girl, come here, have a cup of tea." The old man waved to her with a diligent smile when he saw Feng Yaorao.

Feng Yaorao was not polite, she walked over and sat down, holding the already poured tea and gulps it down.

"Hey, hey! Tea tastes only after you drink it slowly, how can you drink it like that!" The old man said in dissatisfaction, seeing Feng Yaorao like this.

"Old man, you know about me and Jinlong, right!" Feng Yaorao narrowed her eyes slightly, revealing a gloomy light, ignoring the old man's words, and asked directly.

Although she asked, she knew in her heart that the old man knew.

However, she didn't mean to blame the old man. After all, the old man said something about it.

She asked just to know more.

Because she felt that the old man did not accept himself as a disciple because it was not as simple as a competition. There seemed to be a bigger conspiracy behind it.

And what conspiracy is it!But she couldn't keep silent about her affairs, so she wanted to know.

The old man was stunned with a teacup, and Feng Yaorao saw that he felt uncomfortable, and immediately said, "This is your calamity, you have passed this calamity, isn't it good?"

"Then what is the real purpose of you accepting me as a disciple? Don't say what kind of competition it is for, I don't believe it anymore." Feng Yaorao asked.

The old man was startled for a moment, his eyes flashed, and finally he sighed, knowing that Feng Yaorao was smart, and would not believe such an unconvincing excuse after a long time.

"Okay! I didn't intend to tell you so early, but you have already suspected it. If I don't tell you again, I'm afraid that I will make you an enemy." The old man's voice was helpless and heavy, as if something really happened.

Feng Yaorao naturally had a bad premonition, and was no longer in the mood to smile, waiting for the old man to continue talking.

The old man didn't say anything, just waved his long sleeves, and scenes appeared in midair like a TV projection.

On the white cloud, a large piece of black, white and red objects formed a great contrast. Feng Yaorao took a look and saw that it was a human being.

There were countless black-clothed people and also countless people in white armors flying around, walking through and killing each other, the sound of swords colliding and screaming and screaming everywhere, and the whole sky was covered in red. Shrouded, and the pieces of red are undoubtedly blood, isn't this the blood-stained sky?

Ah... The screams pierced the sky, and after one corpse slashed in the air, they fell down.

Men in black, no, they are not human, they are demons.The ferocious face, black and terrifying, the two fangs in the mouth are long and sharp, and the green eyes are full of innate bloodthirsty.

The demons of the demon race have strong **** support. They demand eternal life and become the masters of the Three Realms, so the more they fight, the more brave they are.

The Immortal Realm is also resisting death, but it is still at a disadvantage, with countless casualties, and their primordial spirits are broken.

Seeing this scene, Feng Yaorao's heart almost jumped to her throat.

It wasn't because she was afraid, although she had seen such intense scenes on TV, but at this moment, it seemed to appear in front of her eyes, with a sense of presence and reality.