Agent Evil Concubine

Chapter 189 Snow Shadow Pavilion (1)
"It's such a thing!" Onion pointed to Shangguan Ningyue who was gently stroking the blood-red wings of the Blood Vulture King. Hearing the words of the Blood Vulture King, he couldn't help thinking about it secretly.

It's just a one-night delay to go to the Snow Shadow Pavilion, it shouldn't be a big problem, right?

With Yan's superb skills and wisdom, even though the devil peach forest in Xueying Pavilion is full of dangers, and there are all kinds of people with ulterior motives lurking around, I believe Yan can handle it with ease.

If I can use one night to fuse my spiritual power, and even increase the power of my spiritual power by dozens of times, then when I go to the Snow Shadow Pavilion to meet Yan, it will be a big deal for me and Yan. A very beneficial thing.

Shangguan Ningyue, who had made up her mind, immediately opened her lips and called out, "Silver Wolf, Green Leopard!"

"Your subordinate is here." Silver Wolf and Qing Bao straightened their bodies, and their voices responded loudly at the same time.

With a charming smile on her gorgeous face, Shangguan Ningyue's red lips slowly overflowed and said, "Xiaojiu'er wants to take me to a place to fuse my spiritual power, but Xiaojiu'er said that the two of you are not suitable for that place, so The two of you will go back to the palace first. After my spiritual power is successfully fused, I will send a signal to the two of you to go to the Snow Shadow Pavilion. At that time, you two should remember to take the ball away from the palace."

"Your subordinates obey." After Yinlang and Qingbao bowed their waists respectfully towards Shangguan Ningyue, their figures flashed and disappeared into the woods stepping on the dust.

"Master, come up!" At the same time, the King of Blood Vultures, who was grinning lightly with hooked lips, also bent his huge body downwards abruptly, signaling Shangguan Ningyue to sit on him.

Lightly tiptoeing, she leaped onto Shangguan Ningyue, who was on the generous and warm back of the Blood Vulture King.The jade hand first scratched the head of the blood vulture king gently, and then gently hugged the blood vulture king's neck, and then said with a smile on his lips: "Let's go, little vulture."

"Woo - also called Xiaojiu'er, master, when will you give him a majestic and domineering name?"

The King of the Blood Vulture, whose mouth was twitching continuously, finished the extremely messy secret words in his heart, and his big wings beat up sadly, carrying Shangguan Ningyue on his back, soaring into the sky.

If the King of Blood Vulture at this moment could know in advance the so-called "prestige and domineering" name that Shangguan Ningyue later gave himself, he would definitely not give up his current name, Xiaojiu'er. With the slightest complaint, it will even be extremely satisfied.

Just as the blood vulture king Fei carried Shangguan Ningyue on his back, shuttled leisurely through the white clouds, playing in the blue sky full of colorful golden brilliance.It made Shangguan Ningyue lazily look down at her feet, that overflowing poetic and picturesque, it was simply too beautiful to behold the charm of nature...

A green willow stands proudly, green vines twine and spread, beside a clear stream dotted with colorful wildflowers, Nangong Xueyi, with black hair swirling in the wind, descends from the sky with his arms around the seriously injured saint.

After holding the blood-soaked venerable beside a willow tree, he gently supported the venerable to sit down slowly, and thoughtfully made the venerable's back lean against the tree pole, Nangong Xueyi's body Turning around quickly, he silently turned his back to the Holy One and said, "Use your spiritual power to heal your wounds with peace of mind. I will always guard you until you heal the bleeding wound."

The Holy Lord of the Linggong Palace, whose breath was extremely weak, took a few breaths with great difficulty, and glared at Nangong Xueyi's back with gloomy eyes, and said with an elusive cold look in his eyes: "Go away!" , this deity does not need your protection."

He doesn't need Nangong Xueyi's protection, or to be more accurate, he doesn't want to show himself in such a mess in front of Nangong Xueyi at all.

"Save your breath! If you don't use your spiritual power to heal your wounds, I'm afraid not only your legs will be crippled, but even your life will be lost. Now that I've saved you, I don't want to collect your body again."

When the Holy One uses spiritual power to heal his wounds, he must not be disturbed by the outside world, otherwise his previous efforts will be wasted, resulting in vomiting blood and dying.

In order to prevent accidents from happening, Nangong Xueyi, who had thin lips and finished speaking lightly, quickly listened to the wind and grass around her with her ears, and stared at the surrounding situation with extreme caution.

"You..." Opened his mouth suddenly, the Holy One, who was about to insult Nangong Xueyi, felt the soft and gentle wind, but at this moment, it was like countless sharp blades hitting his throat.

The viscera stabbed by the wind was unbearable pain, the body trembled uncontrollably, he could only close his eyes that released infinite anger, and closed his palms into a cross shape to heal his wounds.

As time passed by, the bloody wound on the Holy Lord's body gradually healed, and the painful and trembling body gradually returned to a calm state.

Half an hour later, the holy venerable stood up from the ground after heaving a long breath.

Putting his hands on the back of the Holy Lord, he waved his sleeves slightly, and held two black pills with unknown functions in his palms. Then he looked at Nangong Xueyi's back with cold and complicated eyes and said: "If you want to fight against the deity, why save the deity?"

Turning around slowly, Mo Mo glanced casually at the Holy Venerable.

Nangong Xueyi, who couldn't help but sighed inwardly when he saw the Holy Lord covering his hands behind his back, raised his head and stared at the blue sky where the white clouds were floating leisurely, and said with thin lips, "It's filial piety to save you. I'm against you." , is loyalty."

"Hehe..." The sage, who smiled coldly, clenched his hands hidden behind his back even tighter, squinting at Nangong Xueyi with his dark eyes, and said: "On the one hand, I want to show my loyalty to the Linggong, and on the other hand, I want to show my loyalty to the deity." Filial piety. Don't you know that for you, loyalty and filial piety can't have both?"

Nangong Xueyi, who was counting the white clouds in the blue sky, gently passed the slightly melancholy voice into the wind: "If you are willing to turn back, how can I be loyal and filial? The bottom line is that you are making things difficult That's all for me."

The Holy Lord, who crushed two black pills in his palm into a powder shape, creaked his teeth and said: "It is not the real Lord who is embarrassing you, but the Holy Emperor you respect and love. If it weren't for the ruthless decision of the Holy Emperor at the beginning, how could it be?" Will it make the deity full of hatred today?"

Taking back the Nangong Xueyi who was looking up at the blue sky, she walked slowly to the front of the Holy Lord, and said word by word: "You are angry with the Holy Emperor because of the death of the woman you love. Then what should I do for the death of my mother?" To whom do you vent your anger?"

"That no..." The word shame had just shot to the neck. In order to take into account Nangong Xueyi's feelings, the Holy Venerable finally suppressed the word shame, and said in a cold voice: "The death of that woman, then It's her own fault."

"That woman?" Nangong Xueyi raised her voice, and two flames of anger burst into her black eyes.But immediately, Nangong Xueyi took a deep breath, but still suppressed the anger that surged up in his eyes.

(End of this chapter)