"What a hot woman!"
The gray-robed man was unwilling to show weakness, and pointed at the woman in red and cursed, "Who told you that this is not from the third young master? The third young master is the most important son of the city lord. This Yingxian building has long been the third young master’s private property. A woman with sharp teeth and a sharp mouth, dare to scream, without shame!"
"Yeah!"
Nan Lingzi raised her hand to block her face, and couldn't bear to look straight. The woman was already the cultivation base of the Golden Immortal Eighth Heaven, and her temper was so fierce. It is estimated that the man in the gray robe ended up miserably!
It was really miserable. The woman in red couldn't see her expression clearly, only she heard a soft snort. The man in the gray robe suddenly flew upside down, his body suddenly twisted and crooked in mid-air, making a terrifying click, blood like a fountain The same squirted out.
The young man tilted his head. Even though his faithful servant was unsure about his life or death, he was still deserted, and he took a few faint glances before he withdrew his gaze.
"Step aside!"
The red-clothed woman said crisply and walked down a few steps, but the young master still didn't mean to push away.
The boy looked up at the woman in red, and said softly: "The girl is already a golden immortal, why should she care about ordinary people and surrender her status?"
Nan Lingzi's eyes flowed and looked at the woman in red, expecting her to answer.
"I said, get out of the way."
The woman in red seemed to want to say nothing, without explaining, she took a step down and approached the teenager.
The young man sighed slightly, his eyebrows drooped, and said: "Girl, although he is an ant, he is also part of my Ming family. It's just like that. I can't leave it alone."
"What do you want?"
"Three fairy crystals."
"Are your stuff really expensive?"
"It's really expensive. If he doesn't die, he will be a piece of fairy crystal."
The red-robed woman didn't speak anymore, the gray-robed man was not dead yet, she seemed to have taken a sharp shot just now, but in fact she had a sense of measure, and now she still has a weak sex.
The young man looked at the woman calmly, as if he hadn't heard the voice of his servant, Li Heng's heart moved, it was not a coincidence.
"The girl doesn't have fairy crystals?"
The boy was still deserted, his voice was soft and not aggressive, but he did not take a step back.
"Nonsense! What do you think Xianjing is?"
The red-clothed woman's tone was still quite rude, with some faint guard.
"Your servant is not dead. Even if he is dead, it is not worth three fairy crystals."
The woman in red stretched out her hand and took out a kit from her arms and threw it at the teenager, "Here are ten broken crystals. Show him the injury."
The kit hit the boy's chest, and then slid directly down the brocade robe to the ground, making a soft puff.
The boy shook his head and said: "Girl, I said, he is dead, this broken crystal can't resist his life."
The woman in red turned over her right hand, and a red long whip fell in her palm. He shook his hand, and a scorching wave hit him.
The young man's face remained unchanged and his figure swayed slightly. Several gray-robed servants standing behind him plopped and fell off the stairs. Li Henning glanced at him, and all of them had turned into hard ice blocks.
The temperature in the hall suddenly became weird, with the young man and the woman in red as the boundary. The young man was frozen like winter, while the red woman was hot like summer.
Li Heng and Nan Lingzi looked at each other, and they both saw repeated surprises in each other's eyes.
Yingxianlou instantly turned into a two-tiered sky, Li Heng patted off the icy condensate on the left half of his body, and muttered in an angry voice, "There are so many things I want to eat a meal."
Nan Lingzi pulled Li Heng back, and whispered softly: "It doesn't seem to be a coincidence. The young man is probably here for the girl in red."
"Aren't those three young masters a disciple of your Eastern Palace? Don't you know?"
Li Heng glanced at Nan Lingzi, with a strong sarcasm in his tone.
Nan Lingzi scratched the back of his head, and said with a smile: "There are more than tens of millions of disciples in the East Palace. I am just the most inconspicuous of them. I have been driven out by the master for experience. This young man has a distinguished identity. How dare I interact with him? He is on par."
"Come on, you."
How could Li Heng believe Nan Lingzi's nonsense? There may be many disciples in the East Palace, but the identity of this boy is definitely not as good as Nan Lingzi.