Rong Xian felt that her subordinate was a little muddy and couldn't support the wall.
But if you think about it carefully, it would be a strange thing if you could really surround Yuxiao Gate with Qu Lang's half-assed demon gate.
Rong Xian thought for a while, her hands quickly formed a seal in mid-air, and a golden glow emitting a faint moonlight floated together.
She took the token and threw it to Qu Lang, and said lightly: "The token allows you to summon the nearest demon cultivator, including the cultivators of Wuxin Cliff, no one can refuse, they all listen. You dispatch."
When Qu Lang heard that the token was so awesome, holding the token was like holding an ancestor.
Rong Xian: ?
Rong Xian: ! !
Rong Xian was too lazy to look at his stupid appearance, and did not hide the disgust on his face: "Encircle the Yuxiao Gate, don't go wrong, let's go."
Just as Qu Lang was about to say, don't worry, he was choked back by the sound. He also knew that he was disliked, so he simply took the token and walked away.
This is the advantage of hugging your thighs tightly.
Qu Lang was overjoyed, but thinking of the description just now, his face froze again, he didn't say anything just now, and he didn't think he was a fox.
However, his hunch is very accurate, the Lord has made trouble again this time, and it is still a major event.
Qu Lang scratched his hair, hoping that the matter this time was not a big deal, and that Xiao Qianjie could be blessed by the heavens and could stand the tossing of the Lord.
After Qu Lang left, A Jin caught the air and rushed into Rong Xian's hands, shrinking himself into a flying ball.
Rong Xian: "… "
He immediately threw Ajin down, lifted his eyelids and said, "After washing it, come back."
Ajin twisted his body, and went to take a bath in the ice and snow, and let the snake live.
It looked back at Rong Xian three steps at a time, and found that the prospective breeder had no intention of changing his mind, so he could only go to the river to take a bath.
In fact, in Ah Jin's heart, the big devil has always been close to him. Even if the big devil doesn't want to raise it and give it away, he is still close to the big devil. This time the big devil is likely to change his mind. It is a cute little snake, it must perform well.
At this time, Qu Lang came back.
Rong Xian: "… "
Seeing the wrong look on the Lord's face, Qu Lang quickly explained: "Lord Chenrelu, your subordinates have already gone away, but thinking that the person you want to call has not stayed, he rushed back immediately."
He clapped his hands, and walked out from behind him two teenagers with delicate faces, one lively and the other quiet.
"Sir, you can call these two as you like, this subordinate is really screwed this time." He was too narrow and shameless when he spoke.
Rong Xian disappeared without saying a word to Qu Lang. She was a little funny. She has been using Qu Lang for so many years and never thought of changing people. It was also because Qu Lang was aware of current affairs and self-awareness, and knew what to do and what not to do. It should be done, with great eyesight.
In addition, after hearing that he would not kill people today, he completely let go of the waves.
Rong Xian sighed slightly, she couldn't even believe her words, and it was hard for Qu Lang to take it as a golden rule.
However, Qu Lang's level of work is still commendable. Look at the two teenagers in front of him, one is more familiar than the other.
Rong Xian raised her eyebrows and asked, "What's your name?"
The lively young man looked at Rong Xian with ruthless eyes: "My name is Niu Yan."
The quiet teenager smiled shyly and said, "My name is Sun Tianyou."
Rong Xian: Well, it is certain that these two are acquaintances.
If she remembered correctly, Niu Yan was the child in the village at the foot of Xuanhua Mountain, and Tianyou should be in a small town under the jurisdiction of Yuxiaomen, because there were no children whose spiritual roots fainted.
There was a hint of meaning in Rong Xian's eyes, so Qu Lang could be a man.
"Call me hellebore." Rong Xian said with a smile.
Niu Yan and Sun Tianyou looked at each other and said in unison, "Palace Master Chenrelu."
Rong Xian bent her lips, and suddenly called out, "Little Stone, God Bless."
When Niu Yan and Sun Tianyou heard these two familiar and intimate names, their faces were all happy, and they were excited to call someone, but Rong Xian hurriedly stopped them.
She put her fingertips on her lips, tender and full of bewitching taste: "Don't call the wrong name, otherwise, you will be punished."
She doesn't want to be disturbed by others in her game for the time being, and a non-cooperative Leng Yue is enough.
"Yes, Hall Master Chenrelu." Niu Yan quickly suppressed their high emotions and replied with a smile.
The joy on the two of them made Rong Xian feel much better, she nodded with satisfaction, she suddenly thought of something, frowned and said, "The two of you are here to protect the Dharma for me, I have important things to do. ."
She thought that the movement of the magic cultivator was so big that people with slightly stronger abilities would try to deduce the secret, wondering what happened.
This deduction, followed the clues and found her on the head.
This will not work! Rong Xian didn't want her plan to fall apart.
"Trouble you two." Rong Xian said seriously.
Niu Yan nodded again and again: "Don't worry, my lord, your subordinates will definitely protect you."
Sun Tianyou echoed: "With your subordinates here, no one will disturb you."
Rong Xian's brows and eyes twitched. Although she was as gentle as before, she always carried a sense of oppression that could not be resisted: "Thank you."
Niu Yan blushed, a little embarrassed, and also a kind of embarrassment that they were suppressed.
They walked to the sides with unnatural expressions, trying to keep their minds on vigilance against the outside world, and the heat on their faces subsided.
Rong Xian turned around and came under a tree not far away, the smile on her face converged.
Her narrow eyes narrowed slightly, inexplicably giving people a sense of fierceness.
Her hand lightly pressed on the bare tree covered with snow, and a dazzling golden light burst out in her eyes, so bright that she couldn't look at it, but just swept over it lightly, giving people an irresistible sense of oppression.
The bare tree trunk swayed gently, and an obscure energy rushed straight to the most mysterious place in the depths of the void.
A muffled sound of 'hum' sounded in the depths of Rong Xian's soul, as if disturbing the mist that had remained unchanged for hundreds of millions of years. A subtle ripple swayed gently, extending to a deeper and more mysterious place.
Rong Xian withdrew her hand abruptly, her face turned pale, her figure alternated between virtual and real, and there were faint signs of collapse.
Zhongqianjierong Dynasty, Qianjing Palace, Junlin Palace.
The emperor with a sword in his arms sat cross-legged, as if closing his eyes and resting, as if he was practicing meditation.
Suddenly, he raised his head and looked over the palace.
Above the sky, Rong Dynasty's fortune-telling clouds continued to churn, and the Qianzhang Jinlong fortune-telling opened its dragon eyes and roared up to the sky.
"Aw!" "Aw!" "Aw!"
In all directions of Rongchao, countless dragons roared one after another. All the little dragons of luck that had been split up to monitor the country seemed to be summoned, and they all rushed to the sky and gathered together with the golden dragon.
Rong Xian: Expose this seat, you have to play:) Suddenly blackened.jpg
(End of this chapter)