He supported his cheeks with one hand, leaned against the wide seat, bent one foot, and stepped on the seat casually and unruly. The narrow and upward peach eyes were half-closed, wondering if the mind was placed underneath.
Under the nine-story black jade steps, there were several men in black clothes kneeling.
One of the men with a horn on his forehead knelt on the ground and held his fist, respectfully said: "My lord, those monks are really deceiving people too much. Since the king came to Wuwang Abyss for half a year, countless monks have come to die every day !"
Liu Fengliu chuckled lightly, "Then, let them die." He played with a dewy red flower and said casually.
"But, those monks are too many, I wait for my brothers to die and wound countless, really..."
This is the truth. The man's eyes flickered and gritted his teeth. "The subordinates got news a few days ago that a group of monks led by the Supreme Sect will soon attack our Seven Star Palace. Most of the leaders are in the Yuan Ying stage. The subordinates really can't resist the people who have cultivated, please reach out and help the king!"
After all, the man winked at the few people behind him, and the few immediately agreed, and their expressions became more respectful.
The pale fingertips were stabbed by the poisonous flower thorns, and blood quickly poured out from the fingertips, converging into a small drop of blood. Liu Fengliu was unmoved, he knocked on the handrail, bent forward slightly, and squinted at a few people for a moment.
It was just this moment that the few people of His Highness seemed to be stared at by a poisonous snake, from the top of their heads to the bottoms of their feet.
"The King..." the man lowered his request again.
Liu Fengliu finally retracted his gaze, using his fingertips, a fresh flower, in his palm, suddenly lost its vitality, turned into a pile of dry powder, and slid down from his palm.
"By then, if they dare to come, I will come forward."
Since it's here, let's keep all of it.
Liu Fengliu sneered. The Supreme Sect really hated him. He has preserved the glory of the Supreme Sect for hundreds of years. Once he leaves, he will be removed instead.
"Thank you, King!" The man raised his head in surprise and quickly glanced at Liu Fengliu, and then respectfully said: "Then, the subordinates will not interrupt the King to rest, so he retired!"
The slender fingers under the ink-colored sleeves moved quietly. The man knew, and immediately winked at the people behind him, and several people quickly withdrew.
Just walked out more than ten meters away, on the covered bridge, passing by a 13 or 4 year old girl.
The man hadn't even cared, but when he walked out of Xu Yuan, he was stunned and suddenly turned his head, only to see the little figure of the girl slowly entering the hall.
I once remembered that when the king came to the Abyss of Wuwang, he once held a little girl in his arms, could it be—
He slapped his spirits, shook his head fiercely, and forced himself not to think again. This is the privacy of the king, he waits for the trivial subordinates, or knows less, in order to live longer.
The hall fell silent again.
In the long and lonely years in the past, Liu Fengliu has always spent this way, and he didn't feel anything wrong. On the contrary, he enjoys his time very much. Being a lonely puppet, everything about me is under my control.
His cultivation has long since reached the time when he can overcome the catastrophe and soar, as early as a hundred years ago. However, in previous dreams, there is often a vague shadow of unclear appearance, like a picture scroll, which is not real, but can feel that in the dream, his love to the unforgettable feeling.
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