The Conceited Crown Princess

When you work hard day and night for the people you respect, you suddenly find that this person is fake. At that time, even a thousand words can not erase their anger.

However, for the confrontation between the son and the Lord, they are still at a loss. After worshiping the Lord for so many years, their trust in the Lord is hard to break.

The Lord is still proud, hands folded in front of him, slightly holding his head up and squinting at the crowd, even with a kind of irony that can't be found.

It's not only a mockery of Leng Shangxian, but also a mockery of the old and stubborn people's trust in themselves in the holy world, and even a mockery of the authority of the authentic Holy Lord.

"Qianming, it's time to show them your unique skills." Cold string hook lips, intentionally or unintentionally sweep a few eyes across the face of the proud Lord.

The tense face of the LORD had several cracks, but there were two brushes that could disguise the Lord for many years without being found out, but they were hidden in an instant.

And the Holy Lord stands in the front of the holy world. No one in the holy world can see the slightest expression on the Holy Lord's face, only the straight and confident spine like a pine and cypress.

Feng Lingyu's thin and cool eyes swept around the people in the holy world, and a strange smile came from the corner of his lips, which made the opposite person feel a bit of foreboding.

At this time, Qianming's memory crystal also came out, and suddenly another emergency happened.

Saint Chi youyou just looked at Leng Shangxian with a triumphant face. The next moment, she suddenly covered her stomach and screamed. Her face turned purple like eggplant.

The corners of his mouth were white, his face was in cold sweat, and his fingers were so numb that they couldn't control it that they turned into claws.

Xianlian mainland has no scruples to laugh. She doesn't regard this scene as the battlefield of the century war, but as the theater in her own backyard.

Shangguanxian and Murong Yueer look at each other, and their eyes are full of laughter. Fortunately, they chose to follow Leng Shangxian, and shangguanxian is more fortunate that she has restrained all the bad ideas about Feng Lingyu.

If you and Leng Shangxian are really enemies, then it is absolutely the most terrible thing in your life.

A simple girl with unique skills and friends who show their magic power, obviously offending Leng Shangxian is equivalent to offending all walks of life all over the world.

Willow wood ring arm, pulled to pull lip: "pool worry worry, you rest assured of go, you now of remnant flowers and fallen willows appearance, wind Ling Yu is absolutely won't give you any chance."

Pool worry put all his strength up, eyes full of hatred, trembling mouth said: "you, you, you, you actually gave me poison!"

People in the holy world immediately took a breath of cool air. The saint was poisoned! Or was it poisoned by a nobody in the lower world!

"I dare to hurt our saint and commit the great sin of our holy world. We can put you to death now!" The diviner said with a proud face, holding the crystal ball.

However, it seems that there is no sorrow for Chi youyou's miserable appearance. On the contrary, he takes the opportunity to start to give himself more reasons to challenge Xianlian mainland.

Cold string hands ring chest, slightly tilted his head, ruffian licked his lips: "high sounding, you come to the purpose of people all know, actually still here to find an excuse, this forced to pretend to have depth."

The ending of the cold string is meaningful. If you ignore the content, you may think that the cold string worships them.

"You're right. Last time, you won, but your Lord also died. This time, it's not so easy."

Wind Lingyu words, that pair of thin cool Danfeng eyes flashed a cold awn.

"I tell you, I'm a ghost, and I'll never let you go!" Chi youyou has been paralyzed on the ground. He stares at Leng Shangxian.

He didn't hate the willow that poisoned him at all. The only woman who hated him was always cold. Because this woman, all her aura was captured by him!

"Pooh! Don't let anyone go! My aunt has already told you that bullying Leng Shangxian just can't see my poison King Valley. It's better to poison you or it's cheaper for you. What else do you want? "

Willow turned a pair of white eyes and gave it to Chi youyou. During the tearing war, no one noticed that the people behind Xianlian's mainland team had begun to line up.

Pool worry worry dying, pointed to cold string, finally paralyzed in the ground, no breath.

"They have killed our saint!"

The army of the holy world exaggerates and shouts. When the saint is still dying, no one cares in the past. Now the saint is dead, and they begin to fight for justice.At this time, Qianming received the eyes of Leng Shangxian and Feng Lingyu, and unexpectedly sacrificed the memory crystal. The super strong projection memory was introduced into the minds of the holy world.

Because everyone didn't realize that Qianming would suddenly make this move, he was controlled by the memory crystal in an instant, and completely fell into the memory of that time.

Leng Shangxian then took out the Tianhui Beidou Qin, slightly closed his eyes, thinking of the queen Fengyang, and began to play the Tianhui Beidou Qin according to the tone of the Dementor.

The deep melody of people's heart, together with the dreamlike but personal experience in front of them, make them more obsessed with the Lord's fanaticism.

Especially in the memory of the moment when the Lord exploded, their hearts seemed to be broken with the body of the Lord.

Dementor hit their mind one by one, even the Lord could not stop the demagogic tone.

People in the holy world opened their eyes one after another, with a blank look of grief and indignation. Their holy Lord had died thousands of years ago. How could the broken body still stand here intact.

They look at the Lord's eyes have lost their usual trust, many people began to turn against each other, but most of them are those who have accompanied the Lord to gallop on the battlefield.

Because there is a lot of fresh blood, but after all, it is still through the baptism of cold string Dementor, and at least 40% of the people stay with the fake God.

People who have taken refuge in Qianming are still reluctant. After all, Qianming is in the same line as those who killed the Lord.

"Holy Lord, you conspired to usurp the throne, colluded with foreign parties to sow dissension between our holy world and Xianlian mainland, and finally you got the throne of Holy Lord. It's really insidious."

Qian Ming's face was cold and terrible. Because he had just confirmed the identity of his son thousands of years ago, 60% of the people who came here believed Qian Ming's words without any doubt.

"I didn't expect you to be such a person!" The diviner stood beside the Lord, holding the crystal ball in his hand, gritting his teeth and looking at Qianming, hoping to kill him with one blow.

"Stop talking nonsense. Look here. I'll treat you to black rice cake!" Cold string on the hand do not know when more than a black ball, rolling do not know what it is.

As the voice of Leng Shangxian falls, all the people in Xianlian mainland have a big black ball in their hands. They seem to like it very much. They look at the people in the holy world and touch the black ball lightly.

At the next moment, thousands of black balls flew towards the holy world like a dense rain of black balls. The people in the holy world were still looking at them with doubts and didn't take these things seriously at all.

"Well, bravado." Lord cold hum a, disdain of looking at cold string, must be their insidious cunning trick, deceive old lord, can deceive me.

As soon as he finished, under the teasing eyes of a group of people in Xianlian mainland, a lot of people were bombed, and some even died on the spot.

These are all masters above Linghuang level! How can you be killed by those black balls? What are those black balls! How could they have such terrible weapons!

The eyes of all the people in the holy world are frightening, terrifying and panic. However, due to the fact that they always claim to be at the highest level, they still pretend to be calm.

"Hum, I'll show you what real death is." At the Lord's command, the endless breath of death swept behind him.

The people of both sides have already started fighting, but the gloomy and terrible breath of death behind the holy world is still frightening, which is familiar to Leng Shangxian and Feng Lingyu.

College, the zombies on the first floor of the tower of life and death are no different from mummies, but they seem to be much higher than the college, which is definitely not easy to deal with.

It's just that the breath of death is not far away, and I don't know when it will attack suddenly, while the cold wind is that they will attack suddenly when everyone is playing

Leng Shangxian's eyes narrowed dangerously. The four beasts were summoned to fly from the four main cities. Mo Li, demons, chasing the wind, The meat buns and the ice plumes also came out.

They didn't fight, but they were always on guard against the zombie troops. Their duty was to be the most solid shield for the cold wind.

"Mother, mother, do people want to go out too? They are not children. Don't stay here all the time." Wind thousand Chen in hell cradle inside roll of call.

He also wants to share his worries for his mother. Her strength has always been hidden and has not been found by her mother, but she can't always protect me like this. I am also a man and can protect her."Son, darling, it's dangerous today. I'll let you out in a few days." Leng Shangxian, on the one hand, is wary of the surroundings, and on the other hand, his soul transmits sound to Feng Qianchen.

But in exchange for, or wind thousand Chen's not to Rao: "lady, you have been so protect others, others later how to protect others."