The Emperor's Favorite: The Fourth Miss Ghost

"Hahaha..." The non-ink-colored eyes were full of disdain, and he said to Feng Yun, "Feng Yun, do you think you are invincible? Do you think you are worthy of being the king of the world? Will be overthrown, you will never be qualified to become king."

Feng Yun is a person who can endure and hide. His scheming is deep enough, and his hiding is deep enough. Coupled with his modern knowledge, he is invincible in this ancient times.Made him who he is today.

However, his temperament is arrogant, petty, and even complacent.

If he became a king, he would definitely be a tyrant.

It was his fate that the heroes of the world rose up.

A hint of sinister anger flashed in Feng Yun's eyes, he tossed his black robe, and flung himself about flamboyantly, "I want to be the king, I want to be the ruler of this continent, what can you do to me?"

From Feng Yun's point of view, he has already controlled the right time, place and people. He has the most powerful army and the most powerful weapons. Even if this world is a fantasy, how can he deal with these powerless people? He has the odds.

Fei Mo said coldly: "I will stop you, let your dreams be shattered before your eyes, and see you lingering, bowing your knees, and seeing your hopes shattered!"

"Hmph, it's up to you?" Feng Yun sneered, "Before then, I should show you how hope is dashed."

Feng Yun's eyes flashed, and a sharp light appeared in the corner of his eyes. The next moment, his figure rushed to the side of a red figure.

Feimo's pupils shrank suddenly, subconsciously looking for the familiar yet unfamiliar figure under the city wall, but he couldn't find it.

Feimo's heart suddenly sank, that feeling, unprecedented suffocation, as if even breathing was accompanied by heavy stinging pain.

"Luoluo! Be careful!"

Feimo yelled, but it was too late.

Feng Yun's figure had already rushed to Luoluo's side, and his big palm grabbed Luoluo's slender neck.

Mo Zhuyue's heart also sank suddenly, she didn't expect Feng Yun to find Luoluo's trace!

Long Canghao took Mo Zhuyue's hand slightly, shook his head slightly and said: "Don't worry, don't underestimate Luoluo."

After Long Canghao's painting was finished, he heard Feng Yun's muffled groan, and saw that Luo Luo, who was grabbed by Feng Yun's neck just now, had jumped three meters away, and Feng Yun was holding the hand on Luo Luo's neck. It was red and swollen like a salted pig's knuckle.

Luoluo pointed at Feng Yun's stomach and laughed loudly: "Haha, you just want to catch me, you don't have that ability yet."

After speaking, Luoluo's figure flashed again, which shocked Mo Zhuyue. Luoluo was originally the daughter of the head of the mysterious Kuyi tribe, and she was quite proficient in poison and some witchcraft.

She always regarded Luoluo as her younger sister, so she never knew what level Luoluo's strength was.

In the next moment, Luoluo had already flashed to Xi Chenluo's side, the iron chain tied to Xi Chenluo fell off without knowing what happened, and Xi Chenluo fell powerlessly into Luoluo's arms.

All of this happened in an instant, and almost everyone did not react.

When she realized it, Luo Luo's figure dragged Xi Chenluo away briskly and neatly.

She knew that Xi Chenluo was someone from Feimo, so she could do everything she could to save Xi Chenluo.