First-class queen: woman, don't be too arrogant

Chapter 656 Who wins and who loses 6
The wind is light, but it is so heavy.

The waves of the imaginary sea are undulating, inviting but ruthless.

This side of the world became lonely again.

On the other side, the pot was fried at this time.

black hell.

"Wang, it's not good, the young master was captured by the people of Wuji Mountain."

In the luxurious dark palace full of black crystals, a slightly panicked voice broke the dark silence.

Sitting quietly on the black king chair, the king of hell, who was looking at things, shut the book in his hand abruptly.

The face shrouded in darkness is unclear.

It's just the murderous aura that rose up at that moment, which moved the entire black hell.

The large sleeve robe flicked in the sky.

Immediately, a tiny dark breath fell into the hands of the King of Hell.

That was a message from Disha.

"Come on..."

The black wind blows and sweeps across the entire black hell.

The black hell that had been motionless for a long time began to move.

Chilling autumn is walking in the footsteps of time, getting colder and colder.

The end of autumn is coming early, can winter be far behind?

In this cold wind, Nanyuan Emperor Palace.

Emperor Mu's bedroom.

Muhuang looked at Fengyun who took off his clothes and was covered in scars.

Staring at it for a long time, unable to speak idioms, only reached out to touch the scars over and over again.

But Feng Yun looked at the pain in Mu Huang's eyes, and only turned around and hugged Mu Huang tightly.

Her injury, her pain, are as good as Mu Huang's.

"Don't worry, I'm fine." Muhuang felt Fengyun's emotion, and stretched out his hand to reciprocate Fengyun.

"Well, it's okay, it's just that you are a little weaker than me, and you will still bully me in the future."

Feng Yun could tell that Mu Huang was not smiling with a forced face, but a kind of toughness that came from his bones, a kind of toughness that could never be beaten.

He raised his head involuntarily, teasing Mu Huang and said happily.

Muhuang didn't need anyone to comfort him, because that was a kind of toughness born of iron and blood.

Comfort is only for the weak, and the strong will never fail.

She understands, so she smiles.

Upon hearing this, Emperor Mu looked at Fengyun's smiling face, stretched out his hand to pinch Fengyun, and said coolly: "Don't worry, I can get rid of it, and I can practice again."

Without Wujishan's kung fu, the world would be full of cheat books.

(End of this chapter)