The alluring female Zhuge: forced to be a concubine

Chapter 559 The Masked Man Could Be Feng Zhuo
Qi looked up at the strange bead, and a look of joy flashed in his eyes. He never thought that the soul-sealing white lotus would condense a soul bead at this time.

The Soul-Sealing White Lotus itself is a sacred object of the Phoenix Clan, and this soul orb is even more extraordinary. If this bead is exchanged, he believes that the coffin will definitely return to the Phoenix Clan.

It's a pity that this joy didn't last long. A black mist with a cold aura broke into the sky above this Yin-Yang Spring at this moment, and fell towards the bead. The strange bead brewed by the soul white lotus snatched it in his hand, and it floated aside.

puff……

As the three blood swords sprayed into the pool water and turned into a cloud of mist, the three men suffered internal injuries because their minds were tied to the soul orb, and because the soul orb was taken away.

"Why are you here?" The masked man reached out to wipe off the blood stains from the corners of his lips, and asked in a low voice as he looked at the man completely covered in the black robe in front of him with a puzzling expression.

"You are still the same. You always like to hide yourself behind this mask, and you dare not show your true colors." There was a hint of irony in the old voice, and the man slowly raised his head, revealing a face that no one can forget.

The alluring face, the bright red lips, the faint evil spirit between the brows, and the arc of the lips that no one can grasp, this is a face that people can't forget at a glance, with a kind of magic that can't be ignored , attracting all moths to the flame, waiting for their own destruction.

If it weren't for the unmistakable voice, who would have thought that such a coquettish man would have an old voice.

"It's you, you designed all of this, right?" the masked man asked in a low and sure voice.

"Haha, if that wasn't the case, how could I get the soul orb." The man lifted his hood, let his black hair hang down, and added a bit of a strange taste, then slightly lowered his eyes and glanced at the mask. The man glanced at him, but saw his figure swaying slightly, but there was an extra mask in his hand, followed by Luo Yichen's weak and surprised voice: "Feng Zhuo!"

"Haha, why do you have to hide your appearance like this? It's better to take off the mask."

(End of this chapter)