Killing the King and Shafeng: Miss Seven

Fan Tianluo knew that Da Neng had left after she called the senior a few times but did not answer.

"Xiaoluo, what did Da Neng just say? What did you say about a woman?" Fan Xinghe asked anxiously.

Only then did Fan Tianluo recount all the things she had talked with Da Neng, including that although Mo Xingchen had regained his physical body, his heart still needed Linglong Heart to make up for it.

Fan Xinghe was dumbfounded and said, "It takes a woman to save me?"

"Yes, ancestor, it seems that you are going to Bixian Gate with me, that woman is in the west." Fan Tianluo looked at him and said.

Fan Xinghe couldn't believe it, but he stretched out his hand to touch the beauty spot between his eyebrows, and he really didn't dare to doubt that Da Neng would lie to him, but it was a bit absurd to think that he would find a woman to solve the robbery.

"After this competition, the old man will go with you, and that kid Zhanhao will go with you, too. We are all companions." Fan Xinghe decided not to joke about his own life. Let's take a look at the ancient continent's Fan family.

Fan Tianluo immediately unfolded her beautiful face, and she was relieved a lot. Turning her head and seeing Mo Xingchen looking at his own hands, she couldn't help laughing. This guy probably has no body for too long, and now he is very moved.

"You all enter the silver cup, we should go back too." Fan Xinghe said.

Fan Tianluo and his group entered the silver cup obediently. The ancestor took the silver cup and swept out of the deep forest. The six-pointed star was still there, and the two beasts had to wait for the green dragon to bring them the secret grass before they could come out. After all, if these two guys come out, if one is not careful, it may directly destroy Quanguo.

And Qinglong is now Xiaojin's wife, although Xiaojin is inferior to her in strength, but the blood pressure of the dragon clan, and after the two mate, Qinglong already has the mark of the golden dragon on his body, so as long as Xiaojin does not rebel, Qinglong is Fantianluo's people.

Inside the silver cup, Mo Xingchen held the Xingluo stick in his hand and said with a smile: "Xiao Luo, I can now bless the Xingluo stick."

"Don't you need your mind to enter?" Fan Tianluo also asked happily.

"No, entering the mind will be more effective. Before, I couldn't use the mind and myself together. Now I can enter the mind, and I can also exert the magic weapon effect. The two can be integrated." Mo Xingchen said happily.

"You mean that you can use the star stick to exert the magic weapon effect?" Fan Tianluo asked.

Mo Xingchen nodded and said: "Yes, in this way, both of us can play the role of magic weapon."

"You take that Xingluo stick. If I want to be a magic weapon, I still need you to put your mind into it. You can use it by yourself and you can retract it freely. My strength is much higher now, and the Blood Moon Sword is enough." Fan Tianluo was happy for him, In this way, Mo Xingchen's strength can reach a height similar to hers.

Mo Xingchen was taken aback for a moment, not knowing what to say, but silently watching her beautiful face.

"What's the matter, haven't you watched enough every day? Is it because I've become prettier again?" Fan Tianluo blinked her eyes and said cutely.

Mo Xingchen laughed lightly, patting her pretty nose with his hand lovingly, looked at her affectionately and said sincerely, "Xiaoluo, thank you." This woman is always thinking of him.

"Fool, do we still need to say thank you? Isn't it too strange?" Fan Tianluo smiled and shook his head, reaching out to touch his handsome face, feeling a long-lost palpitation.

Mo Xingchen's black eyes were shining, and Fan Tianluo's eyes were also extremely gentle. The two heads moved closer and closer, and finally their lips were printed together.