Under this hug, Feng Qingyang's calm heart completely boiled.
It’s great that you are still here!
After three hundred years of sleep, he almost got completely lost in the dream of reincarnation.
"I knew I wasn't dead." At this moment, everyone expressed their true feelings, revealing them without reservation. His previous promise was finally coming to an end today.
Everything he carries on his shoulders will face the final battle. With the appearance of everyone, Feng Qingyang suddenly feels a great sense of pride. With them around, what does he need to be afraid of
"Master has been waiting for you for a long time." Shaoqing, the Holy Prince said, his tone full of excitement that he couldn't hide. This time he was able to successfully enter the Nine Heavens Palace, it was all because of Feng Qingyang.
According to fate, the Saint Prince could only reach the level of a Great Saint in his lifetime, which is equivalent to a Quasi-Saint of a human cultivator and he would never be able to make any further progress. But now he is serving in the hands of the Lord of the City of Sin, one of the nine great saints in the world. It is as if another path has been opened up for him at the end of the road, giving him the possibility of unlimited expansion.
"Qianxun, how are you?" After saying goodbye to the people, Feng Qingyang, Di Xianxian and others walked on the Nine Heavens Palace.
Although this place is his hometown, he seldom wanders around here. Or, it can be said that at this moment, it is his first time to officially set foot in the Nine Heavens Palace, accompanied by beauty. It can be said that all the beautiful things in life are here.
Gu Qianxun originally felt a little guilty and wanted to avoid it, but after experiencing the ancient god painting, he realized that this was actually also a pitiful woman. In fact, she was somewhat similar to Zhu Xuezhu, equally lonely and equally lovable.
Two hundred years ago, the sealed boundary completely collapsed, and since then the spiritual world no longer distinguished between the two realms. Similarly, the First Curse Master also completely collapsed under the pressure of time. His fall was also due to fate. How could a mortal fight against him
After a long silence, Feng Qingyang suddenly looked deeply at the three women behind him. A strong sense of responsibility suddenly emerged in his heart. Since they were here, how could he die so easily
"Trust me." The three were stunned and looked at Feng Qingyang in surprise, not knowing what his words meant at this moment. However, in the next moment, he suddenly opened his arms and protected the three of them in his broad chest.
"My shoulders may not be as strong as a mountain, but they can protect you from wind and rain like the sky. If the sky collapses, I will hold it up. Even if the sea dries up and the rocks crumble, or even if the earth ends, as long as I am alive, we will never be separated."
This is Feng Qingyang, a man of affection, righteousness, flesh and blood. To this day, he will never avoid his inner emotions again. Since he loves, deeply, how can he bear to let down any one of them
To others, these are just three women. The spiritual world is so vast that stunning beauties abound. But to Feng Qingyang, his existence is their heaven. If he were to lose himself, their heaven and earth would lose their color in an instant.
"Qingyang." The three of them said in unison, snuggling up to each other tightly, fearing that what appeared at this moment was just an illusion, and when they woke up from the dream, everything would disappear.
"This is not a dream, as long as I still exist." Feng Qingyang exerted force with his arms, as if he wanted to melt them into his body. His tenderness and warmth spread in all directions, so much so that at some point, several fellow disciples hiding in the dark were secretly laughing.
"Junior brother, if you don't leave now, when will you leave?" Qian Shangli's cold voice came from the void. His appearance at this time made Feng Qingyang extremely angry. If it weren't for the fact that the beauty was pregnant again and he wanted to maintain a good image, he would have wanted to punch Qian Shangli's cold face immediately. He was still showing off. Didn't he know that he was building a good relationship now
Di Xianxian laughed, her delicate face raised, looking at him with a strange smile. He didn't know when, this top-notch little loli already had the outline of a young girl. She didn't look stunning, but she had a different kind of charm.
"Why don't you go quickly?" several people said at the same time, looking at Feng Qingyang whose face turned purple. He had been so affectionate and reluctant to leave before, but now it seemed as if he was disgusted with him and wished that he would disappear from his sight immediately.
"That's what you said. Don't miss me too much after you leave." Feng Qingyang laughed and looked at the three people's delicate faces. He suddenly lowered his head and kissed them one by one. He had never shown such true feelings before.
The three of them did not feel embarrassed. They all closed their eyes with red faces. Among the three, only Gu Qianxun and Feng Qingyang had physical contact. When they kissed again, they both felt like they were electrocuted. When they looked at each other, Feng Qingyang's heart was moved. He pinched the other's buttocks without leaving a trace, looked at her with ill intentions, and at the same time said in a voice transmission, "Wait."
Gu Qianxun was extremely charming, with a shy blush on her face. Looking at Feng Qingyang's expectant eyes, she couldn't bear to refuse him, so she lowered her head and said "hmm" lightly. Her delicate and delicate voice made Feng Qingyang feel itchy and he wished he could push her over and kill her on the spot.
"I'm leaving," he looked at the three people deeply, "From now on, you will wait for me in the Ninth Heaven Palace, waiting for the moment I come back." He waved his hand, and with a whoosh, he flew into the air and rushed towards the tenth floor.
Above the clouds, when he could no longer see the scenery below, Feng Qingyang suddenly heard two sneers in his ears. Looking back, he found that these brothers had appeared beside him at the same time without him noticing.
"Aren't we just going to see the Master? What are you doing here?" Feng Qingyang was a little embarrassed. He touched his nose, his eyes darting around subconsciously, unwilling to meet his gaze.
Mo Qianxiao snorted disdainfully, looking at Feng Qingyang's slightly blushing face, and deliberately dragged out his tone and said: "Oh, are you still embarrassed now? I saw someone hugging three women and kissing me before."
"That's not the point. The point is that I saw Seventh Junior Brother pinching the other person's buttocks. That pig-faced look was somewhat similar to the way Senior Brother looked at Senior Sister Mo."
Before Mo Qianxiao could finish, Hu Zi interrupted him. He was simple-minded and spoke without thinking at all. Little did he know that his words would change the atmosphere.
Of course, it was not Feng Qingyang who changed his expression, but Qian Shangli who had turned into a pale green. You know, he had never had such an expression before. Feng Qingyang was a little embarrassed at first, but now looking at the two people who had successfully diverted their attention, he suddenly laughed.
"I was saying, no wonder Senior Sister Mo's tone sounded a little jealous. Now it seems that you are just feeling sour grapes." Without waiting for Mo Qianxiao to lose his temper, Feng Qingyang, knowing that something was wrong, turned into a stream of light and disappeared into the sky.