Chapter 1110 Conquering [1]

Yan Qingya was taken aback for a moment, looked down at the sword on her chest, then slowly raised her head, and when she looked at Mu Qianyue in front of her, her pupils couldn't help shrinking, she gritted her teeth, and roared in a low voice, "Mu Qianyue, when did you come? of?"

"It's been a long time, when you said that you want to sleep with my husband, it's a pity, no matter what despicable method you use, my husband will not look at you more, not in the past life, not in this life, and not in the next life ! You are doomed to be a poor wretch living in darkness and pain!"

There was a sternness on the corner of Mu Qianyue's lips, she clenched the sword in her hand, and with great force, the Miesheng Sword directly penetrated her chest and came out.

A look of humiliation and anger surged on Yan Qingya's face, and a majestic force surged out of her body, and even bounced Mu Qianyue and the Miesheng sword away.

The tyrannical and unparalleled power directly bounced out of Mu Qianyue, and the slender and beautiful figure drew a thrilling arc in the air, and then fell into a warm embrace, with the familiar and pleasant scent of snow lotus blowing towards her face.

"My lady, why are you here?"

The man's gentle and surprised expression sounded above her head, and she raised her head to meet Nalan Jing's tender purple eyes.

Mu Qianyue didn't answer his question, but looked up, only to find that Yan Qingya on the opposite side had disappeared, with a glint in her eyes, she let her run away again! !

"My lady, my lady..." Seeing that she was ignoring him, Nalan Jing yelled again.

Mu Qianyue raised her head and looked at him with dissatisfaction. Nalan Jing couldn't help feeling guilty, and stretched out his arms to wrap her arms around her waist, "Ma'am, what's wrong with you?"

"Nalan Jing, do you still consider me your wife?"

"Of course it is my Nalan Jing's wife, not only in this life, but also in the next life and the next life!" Nalan Jing put his fingers together and swore to the sky, with a serious and firm expression, and the deep affection in his eyes It seems that they can all be melted.

"Then why did you sneak out alone? Don't you know that this woman is very cunning? What if you get hurt? What should I do? What should Jiujiu and Xiaoling do?" The scene in the fantasy city It came to her mind again, and she couldn't help but grab it fiercely, and her heart was filled with panic.

She didn't even dare to think about such a scene!

After realizing that Nalan Jing was not in the room, she hastily withdrew from the state of cultivation and hurriedly chased him out, not even daring to delay for a moment.

Nalan Jing felt relieved. It turned out that she was worried about this matter. A faint smile curled up on the corners of her lips. He hugged her tightly, closed her eyes, and smelled her breath greedily. So beautiful, so peaceful.

"Lady, as a man, I should protect you. Don't worry, she can't hurt me now with her strength!"

"You must promise me! Don't do this again in the future, otherwise I will never talk to you again!" Mu Qianyue raised her head from his arms, and looked at him tightly with her black eyes.

"Okay, I promise you." Nalan Jing's lips curled up helplessly.

...

In the Yanhuang Palace, Yan Qingya's fair face was ashen, and her dress was stained red by the deep red blood, but she didn't realize it, her eyes and heart were full of anger and jealousy.

"Damn Mu Qianyue, she actually hurt me! I will never let you go!"

There was a suffocating pain in her chest. It was a wound caused by a divine weapon. Even if she took the healing elixir, it would not heal so quickly. It would not heal if she did not rest for a while. What is the pain in the chest? That damned woman dared to laugh at her! !

"Qingya, you are injured, you should find a way to heal your injuries first." Yan Fengxie's soul came out of the ring, looking at her with worried and distressed expression.

"What kind of injury is this? Huh, Mu Qianyue, you'd better not fall into my hands, or I will make your life worse than death!" Yan Qingya said angrily, gnashing her teeth.

Yan Fengxie narrowed his eyes, "Qingya, why are you always so full of hatred? Mu Qianyue and Nalan Jing are a couple in love, not to mention that Nalan Jing doesn't love you at all, no matter how hard you try, You can't get into the world of the two of them, why do you make yourself so bruised?"

"what do you know?"

Hearing that Yan Qingya was furious, she raised her head and stared at him angrily and ferociously, "Yan Fengxie, if you dare to talk to me like this next time, don't blame me for not remembering the past!"

Yan Fengxie opened his mouth, but in the end he didn't say the following words, his eyes drooped slightly, a gloomy look flashed in his eyes, and with a movement of his figure, he got back into the ring on her finger.

...

Early the next morning, Cang Ming walked into the room with a solemn expression, looked at Nalan Jing and said, "Master, they are here, but a few of them seem unwilling to obey you."

Nalan Jing stood up, under the slender and cool white clothes, he looked more and more cold and aloof, with a deep cold glow in his purple eyes, "All obedience comes from strength."

Looking up at Mu Qianyue, "Lady, let's go."

Mu Qianyue narrowed her eyes lightly when she heard the words, who were Cang Ye talking about? Could it be those people from the Yanhuang Empire?

Without stopping, Chu Tiange followed Nalan Jing out of the inn.

Ming Pavilion is located in a relatively hidden place in Yanhuang City. At this time, there are five handsome young men and women standing in the yard.

"Yan Xia, are you right? What are you trying to do by bringing us here so early in the morning?" A man folded his arms around his chest, with a careless expression on his face, and a trace of impatience.

He is a descendant of the Yanhuang clan, named Yanli. Although he is not a prince, he is still the heir of Li Wangfu today. His status is incomparably noble, and his treatment is not much different from that of a prince. What's more, his cultivation talent is excellent, and his bloodline has reached the eighth rank.

In the Yanhuang Empire, people who can reach the eighth rank are considered very remarkable.

After all, their Yanhuang clan is not the real Yanhuang bloodline, so it is very good to have such a high rank!

"Yeah, what is it that you insist on coming here? Do you really want to submit to that person?" The only woman among them frowned displeased.

The other two men did not speak, but their slightly frowned brows showed what they were thinking at this time.

The man named Yan Xia smiled, "Today I will formally bring you to meet your future master."

"master?"

Yan Li sneered disdainfully, with a thick sneer on his brows, "That's why you, Yan Xia, can't wait to surrender your status, accept others as masters, and be willing to be a slave!"

The other three remained silent, apparently acquiescing to Yanli's words.

Yan Xia clenched his fists, and a flash of anger quickly flashed in his eyes, "Yan Li, don't forget that ten thousand years ago, he was the true master of our Yan Huang clan, the last God of War! He is Emperor Yan who controls the world!"

Four thousand today.