The villa owner's poisonous magic doctor fairy wife

Chapter 923 Magic?False Son (2)
Wu Hao quickly laughed again.

It really deserves to be the woman I like, it really is different!
"Lingxi is not afraid, the Holy Son will not do anything to us." Wu Hao comforted Lingxi.

Lingxi ignored him at all, and stared at Tang Niannian and Siling Guhong closely with complicated and anxious eyes.

Tang Niannian gently tore off Siling Guhong's clothes.

Siling Guhong knowingly walked towards the golden beam of light ahead.

Lingxi's expression stabilized a lot, and he followed carefully.

Wu Hao followed Lingxi, comforting him tirelessly, "Lingxi, you don't have to worry, I don't know the nature of the Holy Son, but he will definitely not embarrass us little people for no reason."

Lingxi remained silent indifferently.

Wu Hao also said: "Lingxi, I really like you. You should be thirteen or fourteen years old now. According to the rules of ordinary people, you can marry at this age."

Lingxi turned his head and looked at Wu Hao. The look in his eyes couldn't tell what it was like. Anyway, Wu Hao froze for a moment, and only heard Lingxi's warm and soft voice sounded full and sincere, "I don't have anything to talk about right now. I don’t feel like talking about love, not to mention I don’t have any feelings of love for you.”

She turned around after she finished speaking.

It took Wu Hao a long time to come back to his senses, and he looked at Lingxi with slight scruples and confusion.

The other party's eyes just now were very strange. He said that he had no emotion, but it seemed that there were many special things hidden in the depths, which made it impossible for people to peep.Under those eyes, Wu Hao felt a sense of suffocation, as if if he wanted to say another word, he would definitely regret it.

This feeling made Wu Hao silent all the way.

Lingxi is quite satisfied with his quietness.

The bright golden light was neither far nor near, Lingxi and Wu Hao couldn't keep up with Si Ling Guhong's speed, and were completely thrown behind. When they arrived, they saw dense crowds of people.

It's just that most of the immortals are blocked outside by a group of uniformly dressed people.

Among those who blocked, people could tell their identities at a glance by looking at the service, there were people from the Holy Spirit Church, people from the Xuan family, and people from the Immortal Sect...

Consonant eyes looked around, and finally found Tang Niannian and Siling Guhong in an unobtrusive place, walked over quickly, opened his small mouth and was about to call them, when suddenly he saw a figure, his body turned Zhen, quickly hid behind Tang Niannian and Si Ling Guhong, and said in a low voice: "Sister Tang, Lord Si Ling, yes, it is the Holy Son!"

Tang Niannian and Siling Guhong had already arrived, but they didn't force their way.

When Lingxi and Wu Hao felt it, they both knew it and didn't pay attention.

The consonant words reached the ears of the two, and Tang Niannian naturally turned his eyes to the Holy Son who caused the commotion around him.

The man had a slender figure, and he was dressed in a robe with a white background and gold trim, which made him look luxurious and holy.

His face was covered with a mask of gold pattern, making his face invisible.

His every move exudes a compelling elegance, that kind of natural and luxurious aura, like a luminous body, attracting the eyes of all beings, making people more curious about what he looks like and what his expression will be like.

This is a very attractive man, even if he can't see his face.

Tang Niannian looked at the Son of God with flickering eyes, staring at him for a moment.

"Niannian." How could Si Ling Guhong bear Tang Niannian's eyes being attracted by other men.

"Sister Tang..." Lingxi behind the two of them also called out hesitantly, with complicated expressions, and occasionally glanced carefully at Shengzi, not to mention being critical and disgusted.

Tang Niannian's eyes were blocked by Si Ling Guhong's hand, and he didn't struggle, his lips moved slightly, as if he had said something.

Lingxi was paying attention to her all the time, but the arc of movement was too small to see what Tang Niannian said, and her tender lips had already turned into a charming smile arc, and she couldn't help asking, "Sister Tang, what are you doing?" say what?"

Tang Niannian didn't answer her words, leaned into Si Ling Guhong's arms, smiled softly and said, "Interesting."

The word "interesting" she said didn't contain any jokes or irony, but only the most authentic calmness.

She felt that the things in front of her were interesting, really interesting.It was so interesting that she felt joy in her heart and couldn't help laughing.

Siling Guhong said: "Just as long as Nian Nian likes it."

Others did not hear or see what Tang Niannian just said.

But Siling Guhong was very clear.

Tang Niannian looked at Shengzi's slightly moving lips. The content was only two words, so it disappeared so quickly, and it disappeared in a flash.

Sheng Zi, who was talking with the people from the Xuan family in the middle, suddenly turned his head towards Tang Niannian.

"Ah!" Lingxi exclaimed in a low voice, hiding behind Tang Niannian and Si Ling Guhong.

Seeing this scene, Wu Hao immediately felt that things seemed a little complicated.

"What's wrong?" Xuan Wuhuan, the eldest elder of the Xuan family, asked the Holy Son.

The Son smiled softly, "Here we come."

His voice was as gentle and clear as mountain streams, with the magnetism of jade and stone collisions. After listening to it, people couldn't help but feel that this person must be a good-tempered, broad-minded and elegant person.

Xuan Wuhuan's eyes froze, and without turning his head, he took the scene from Tang Niannian's side into his mind, and said coldly to Shengzi: "You know what to do."

"I know." The Holy Son's face was covered by a mask, but just listening to the voice, one could feel the coercive majesty, as well as the warmth that still made people feel good.

Xuan Wuhuan was in a daze for a moment.

This person is not the Holy Son, but a pawn of the Holy Son, which happens to be used for this matter.

These days, this person named Qian Huan has been pretending to be the Holy Son, and everything he does is monitored by him. He knows best that this person is not the real Holy Son.

only……

This disguise is too similar!
Whether it is appearance, voice, breath, or behavior, it is the same as the Son of God.

even……

Sometimes, more like the Son than the real Son!
Xuan Wuhuan knew that the Holy Son was gentle on the surface, but his mind was as deep as the sea, and his words often concealed sharp knives, revealing his narrow-mindedness.

But Qianhuan is different.

His every move is Tsinghua Wushuang, with the luxury and elegance of the Son of God, and the authoritarian majesty of the Son of God.

His voice is as gentle as water, and even if you can't see the expression behind his mask when speaking, people can still feel his gentleness and generosity, and naturally have a good impression, kindness and admiration for him.

This kind of appeal has always been the surface maintained by the Holy Son.

But Qian Huan was able to perfectly express this kind of original superficial thing, from the inside!

Sometimes Xuan Wuhuan couldn't help being dazed, for a moment he forgot the identity of this person, and recognized him as the real Holy Son.

"It's good to know!" Realizing that he was lost again, Xuan Wuhuan's face turned cold, reminding himself of his hypocrisy by being cruel to the Holy Son in front of him, there is no need to respect him, and warned in a cold tone: " If anything goes wrong, you know what will happen to you."

"Elder Xuan has no confidence in this palace?" Shengzi said softly.

His voice was still warm and clear, without any arrogance, which made Xuan Wuhuan feel oppressed.

A sound from the palace, so dignified.

Xuan Wuhuan's expression flashed past respect, and the next moment his expression changed, and he looked at Shengzi coldly.

If it wasn't for the fact that the person in front of him was still useful, and there were so many people present, he would definitely take action to teach this person a lesson.

"Elder Xuan, don't worry, there will be nothing wrong with Qian Huan." This voice transmission was neither humble nor overbearing, and the content was considered respectful.

Xuan Wuhuan flicked his sleeves, "You just need to understand."

He couldn't see that the expression on the face of the Holy Son behind the mask was anything but gentle and gentle. Interest flashed in the depths of the clear and harmless eyes, and the corners of the mouth were slightly raised. If you look at it, you will find a sense of pure and evil yuppie.

Damn!

Of course I understand.

Looking at the smiling faces of our mothers, we know how much fun this game will make us have.

(End of this chapter)