The corners of Rong Xian's lips were slightly raised, and the smile was the most gentle, but there was a little oppression in her gestures.
Her eyes are still clear, soft and not aggressive, but the coercion of the occasional flow makes people palpitate.
After all, this incarnation was transformed by the golden dragon of luck, and the dragon's might on his body would always reveal a bit. Her expression was obviously innocent, but because of the powerful strength inherent in her body, she was born with an extremely strong sense of oppression.
Rong Xian pinched her fingers to count the time, her eyes flashed with surprise, she didn't expect that it had been three years, what happened after her consciousness fell into a deep sleep? Did all plans exceed expectations
She frowned and pondered for a moment. After her eyes circled in this forest full of plum blossoms, her hands quickly formed a seal, and the dark energy quickly dissipated.
But in the time of a cup of tea, a black mist fell on the tree and turned into a human figure. He knelt down on one knee and respectfully said, "My subordinate Qu Lang pays respect to the Lord."
Rong Xian did not look down at him, as if this person did not exist.
She was bored and played with her fingernails, and the slyness and mischief in her eyes made her look like an ignorant child, which made people smile.
Qu Lang: "..." He didn't want to smile, okay.
Qu Lang is entangled, your lord, you are talking, do you have an opinion on your subordinates
#Most afraid that the atmosphere will suddenly quiet down#
As if sensing Qu Lang's inner activity, Rong Xian didn't continue to hang on to him. Those eyes with a light smile just stared straight at Qu Lang, their eyes were clear, and they seemed to be able to see through everything that was fleeting. obscure thoughts.
Qu Lang's body froze. Under such eyes, he couldn't afford to have any courage to look at each other.
"Tell me about everything from the Shiqiaojian massacre three years ago to the present." Rong Xian's tone was inexplicably close to the lonely and lonely emperor, unable to refuse, like a sword exuding coldness.
Qu Lang hurriedly straightened up and replied, "After Venerable Hanxi sent you away, he took his subordinates to destroy all the mysterious people's strongholds, and Young Master Yu and Lord Xiang also wiped out all the forces that colluded with him."
After a pause, he added: "After Venerable Hanxi issued a killing order to Ningyue, he disbanded all the forces and disappeared."
He didn't know where Young Master Yu and Lord Xiang went with a group of subordinates, and three years ago, whether it was the number of casualties in Shiqiaojian or the number of casualties in the outside world, the people of the whole continent changed their color when they heard about the demon cultivator. They became the target of everyone's fear of shouting and beating.
Xuanhua Mountain, Sacred Mountain Ten Swords, and Yuxiaomen have never given up looking for Rong Xian. Even if Rong Xian is dead in their hearts, the corpse cannot be taken away by the magic cultivator. After all, Rong Xian still has the Sword Emperor spirit in his body. Blood.
And what surprised Qu Lang the most in the past three years was the little brat whose family was lucky enough to escape.
I have to admit that the boy's luck is very good. When he encounters a crisis, he will either have the help of a noble person or suddenly his potential and strength will rise to a higher level, which is strange and terrifying.
And Ling Jun is still biting the demon door from the dead, and has been looking for the whereabouts of the Lord. He doesn't seem to believe that the Lord is dead, whether it's out of his heart's admiration or concern for another confidante's body.
Against that kid, there is always a feeling of being overpowered.
But it is impossible to let Ling Juncong go. It will destroy the family. Ling Juncong's sister died in front of him. That kid has hated the Demon Sect for a long time. The two of them are either you or me, but God knows he is just one back pot.
After listening to everything, Rong Xian was silent for a long time, some she saw, some she guessed, and the rest—"Organize the news and give me a copy."
"Yes, your lord." Qu Lang replied respectfully.
After filling up the three-year gap, Rong Xian suddenly raised her voice and said, "The Venerable Hanxi has taken me."
Qu Lang: Huh
"She's missing, you're still here." Rong Xian continued.
She lowered her eyes, the one who passed away was her sister, and the one who disappeared was Venerable Hanxi.
Qu Lang: I seem to understand a little bit, but I don't seem to understand anything.
Rong Xian pursed her lips in displeasure, feeling that the subordinates who couldn't understand the master's meaning were too stupid, she could only say clearly: "I need a chance to reappear, not necessarily with the identity of 'Doctor Rong', but the missing three. The gap in the year needs to be filled by someone."
Qu Lang suddenly understood the meaning of the lord, yes, this is another culprit.
He twitched the corner of his mouth and said tentatively, "Some time ago, a hall master in Rouge City had an accident. If you don't dislike it, let's get used to this hall master first?"
The main altar of Demon Gate is in Nanzhou. This jurisdiction is at the intersection of Nanzhou and Beizhou. It is not far from the main altar, but Rouge City is in Xizhou.
Rong Xian cleared her throat and said very frankly, "Is it my illusion? I always feel that you want to drive me away."
"No, Honorable Master, don't get me wrong..." Qu Lang's legs softened and he knelt down.
"I didn't misunderstand, Rouge City is in the west and the Demon Gate is in the south. It seems that you really don't want to see me." Rong Xian looked a little sad, as if she was hurt by the actions of her subordinates, "Do you think I am troublesome? Or are you afraid that I will point fingers and interfere with you?"
Qu Lang: "… "
Qu Lang looked blankly at his venerable lord and finished his pretense, showing a terrified expression to his face, almost swearing that even if he was thrown to another continent, he would not drive the venerable lord away.
Rong Xian quickly restrained the expression on her face, and said slowly: "But it's okay, I don't really want to see your wrinkled face."
Qu Lang and Qu Lang were almost not frightened by her panting, he subconsciously touched his face, there were no wrinkles!
So the Lord is seriously slandering him!
What can Qu Lang do? Of course, he chooses to forgive her.
But - "Your Highness, are you in a good mood?" I was all in the mood to make fun of my subordinates, and I always felt that the style of painting was a little different from before.
Rong Xian brushed her fingernails, and said casually, "It's probably because this seat has revenge and revenge. This person has lived a happy life, and his spirit and spirit have changed."
Qu Lang laughed dryly, always feeling that this topic was a little dangerous, and he hurriedly said, "Your Highness..."
"Don't be a lord, I'm just a little scoundrel of the Demon Sect." Rong Xian interrupted him directly and said unceremoniously.
Qu Lang choked in his throat again, almost choking himself to death.
With respect to the Lord's attitude, how did you say that you are just a little scoundrel
Which little brat is more aura than the master.
But he only dared to slander this in the bottom of his heart. He was silent for a moment, and said carefully: "Do you still use the previous name?"
Rong Xian blinked and said with interest: "No, it's more interesting to change the name."
Then without even thinking about it, she opened her mouth to name herself: "Just call it Shaoxin."
Less pungent, warm in nature and pungent in taste, overdosing will result in death.
Qu Lang: Your Lord, please don't force yourself to add drama っД)っ
(End of this chapter)