Chaos Heavenly Emperor Art

Chapter 1133 Blood of the Great Desolation! (1 more)
"Second Miss, you should accept your fate now, obediently go home with your husband! Jie Jie Jie..."

Qi Hongwu couldn't stop laughing, and felt a burst of pride in his heart. He had been waiting in Feng's house for a long time, and it seemed that he would be responsible for capturing Feng Chan alive in the end.

Feng Chan bit her lips tightly, her palms turned pale, she felt alone and helpless, even the last support in her heart collapsed.

My feet were weak, and I almost couldn't stand up.

"Hey……"

Ling Feng sighed softly, strode up behind Feng Chan, gently supported her body, looked at Qi Hongwu, and said in a cold voice: "It's quite rare for a person to be as shameless as you are. On the surface, you, an old guy, are marrying concubines, but in fact, they are dedicated to your cuckold ancestors. Could it be that you guys in Tianluo Island are all messing around, so be proud of wearing cuckolds with each other! "

"Boy, what did you say?"

That Qi Hongwu's eyes turned cold, he clenched his fists, and his joints made a crackling sound like fried beans.

"Do you want to die?"

Qi Hongwu's evil spirit gathered on his face, and his aura suddenly exploded.

To make matters worse, the elders of the Feng family surrounded Ling Feng and his party with murderous expressions.

Ling Feng frowned slightly. With so many emperors added up, even a lowly donkey might not be able to bear it!

"Second miss, you go back to the Feng family with him first, he still doesn't know that we killed the man with the green hat, you just need to hold this guy for a while, I have a way to release the control of the elders of the Feng family and your father I can see that you should be very important to Patriarch Luo that day. As for how to perform the play, you can decide by yourself. I will let Zifeng attach to you temporarily. With Zifeng around, that guy can't get close to you body."

Ling Feng used his spiritual sense to transmit a voice, and confessed to Feng Chan. Feng Chan's pupils shrank at first, but soon calmed down.

In this situation, the only choice is to trust Ling Feng.

"Okay, I can go back with you!"

Feng Chan clenched her fists tightly, stood up from behind Ling Feng, gritted her teeth and said, "However, I want to see my father first!"

"It's natural."

When the head of the Iron Sword Sect heard that Feng Chan was willing to go back, he showed a gleam of joy on his face, waved his hand, and signaled the elders of the Feng family to back down, then he laughed and said, "That's right, if you are with the head of this door If you get married, then your father is my father-in-law, and the head of this sect will naturally treat him with courtesy."

"Also, these friends of mine, don't make things difficult for you!"

Feng Chan bit her delicate lips, and said in a deep voice: "If you don't agree, at worst I'll kill myself here!"

"Absolutely not!"

Qi Hongwu's eyelids twitched, and he quickly nodded and agreed, "You can't die, since these people are your friends, then the master of this sect will not make things difficult for them. If they want to leave or stay, it's up to them. "

Ling Feng raised his sword eyebrows. It seemed that his guess was correct. The reason why this guy was patiently arguing with Feng Chan here was because he was afraid that Feng Chan would commit suicide.

After mastering this point, I can more or less take the initiative.

"Hey, my young master, I naturally stayed. Don't you bastards in Green Island like mutual green? If you want to hold a wedding, I must give you the face and attend in person!"

Ling Feng laughed loudly.

"you……"

Qi Hongwu squeezed his fists, took several deep breaths, remembered Ling Feng's appearance, and thought to himself: "When that chick is no longer useful, you will be the first to die!"

"Humph!"

Thinking of this, Qi Hongwu flicked his sleeves and turned back to Feng's house.

After returning to the Feng family, Qi Hongwu imprisoned Feng Chan and his party in a separate courtyard, but did not make things difficult for them, and even agreed to let Feng Chan see the head of the Feng family.

Afterwards, Qi Hongwu left the other courtyard, presumably to inform the ancestor Tianluo that he had already captured Feng Chan.

"call……"

After Qi Hongwu left, Feng Chan breathed a sigh of relief, and said bitterly to Ling Feng, "Mr. Ling, thank you for speaking for me just now."

"He's a man. When he sees that kind of shameless old thief, he will stand up."

Ling Feng smiled lightly.

"Forehead……"

Fatty Huang was holding a teacup in his hand, and wanted to taste the pastries on the table, when he heard Ling Feng's words, the corners of his mouth twitched.

"Cough cough..."

A hint of embarrassment appeared on Fatty Huang's face, and he comforted himself silently in his heart, he just didn't find the right opportunity to speak out!

Well, it must be so!

Taking a deep breath, the fatty Huang opened his mouth to eat cakes again, but Ling Feng pointed out a wave of energy, and shook his head to remind him: "Brother Huang, the inside of these cakes is not clean."

"what?"

Fatty Huang looked up at Ling Feng, "No...you can't?"

"Why do you think the Feng family will obediently obey that old guy? They're probably all poisoned!"

Ling Feng pouted his lips, and said flatly: "In short, be careful."

"really!"

Feng Chandai frowned, gritted her teeth and said: "That damn villain, father was plotted against by him!"

"It can make people unable to dissolve it, the poison is probably not easy."

Ling Feng rubbed his chin. Fortunately, this family is lucky.

Ling Feng dare not say that he can cure 90.00% of the poisons in this world, but at least [-]% of them are [-]%, and Ling Feng cannot be troubled at all.

"Don't worry, when your father comes, I will try to see if I can detoxify him. As long as your father returns to normal, that old guy from Iron Sword Sect will not be able to jump around anymore."

Ling Feng smiled lightly, the so-called one hundred secrets and one sparse, the master of Iron Sword Sect is as cunning as a fox, but how could he have imagined that the little boy with "embroidered pillow and a pack of grass" in his mouth is the successor of the medical saint!
……

On an island that is not known how far away from here, there is a mountain of corpses piled up with tens of thousands of bones, standing under the black sky.

The whimpering sound of the wind, like the cry of a lonely soul, the rumbling of remnants of clothes, the roar of unwillingness, the evil spirit and resentment formed by the condensed bones, whistling around and refusing to dissipate for a long time.

The white-capped mountain of death stands like snow in the black sky.

And at the very top of the mountain of corpses, there is a majestic man sitting looking down on the world!

This man is tall and burly, two meters tall, with red hair in a shawl, dancing wildly, a pair of eyes, without the slightest human emotion, indifferent to the common people, and contemptuous of everything!
He is only one person, but he stands on top of thousands of bones, scorning the world, and boundless fierceness spreads from him in all directions, as if this person is the master of this world.

He just stood with his hands behind his back, and there was an incomparably strong and fierce aura, as if Shura had emerged from the Nine Nether Hell, and if he looked at it from a distance, it would give people a creepy feeling.

In the distant sky, a huge eagle owl suddenly flew over. The red-haired man stretched out his hand and took off the bamboo tube tied at the foot of the eagle owl.

After a while, the red-haired man looked up to the sky and laughed.

"Hahaha, have you finally succeeded? A pair of children from the Feng family, one yin and one yang, the pure blood of the Great Desolation, will be obtained by me!"

Swish!
The next moment, with a flash of blood, the red-haired man disappeared without a trace!

(End of this chapter)