Now, even Qingluan's own face changed.

Although she didn't want him to make any sacrifices to save her, she still felt a little lonely and uncomfortable in her heart when she heard this sentence.

But what is strange is that after hearing what King Ye Mei said, Feng Wurao was not annoyed, but looked at him and smiled coldly: "Don't you want me to be ruthless and unrighteous? Well, from today on, I, Feng Wurao, swear that as long as I let me know that you are in full swing, I will definitely kill it! Until you hand over the antidote!"

Dingdeng...

King Ye Mei never thought that he would be so embarrassed. In public, he, an uncrowned king who had led the third space for more than 400 years, would have been shocked by this sentence to three steps back!

Cut the roots—

That's right, with Feng Wurao's strength, it would be effortless to achieve these words.

It is precisely because of this that he designed Princess Qingluan's marriage to coerce him and force him to stop interfering with his plan.

But unexpectedly, in the end, he forgot that everything will turn against you. When you force someone too hard, it may not be a good thing to you.

"Feng Wurao, you--"

"You don't have to tell me so much. The conditions you ask me to agree to you are nothing more than worrying that I will stop your ambition in the human world. OK! I can promise you, but the conditions are not Qingluan and her antidote. You have to give her and her things, and you have to give them whether you give them or not. What I want is the one who is imprisoned by you - Mrs. Helian."

Unexpectedly, after Feng Wurao said those harsh words, she saw that King Ye Mei had no room for refutation, and she changed her tone and relaxed and mentioned another topic.

However, as soon as he said this, everyone was completely confused. Mrs. Helian of the Blood Refining Sect? Who is that?

"Wu Rao, who... is that person?" Qing Luan saw this, even the face of the Night's Meimei King became extremely strange, and finally couldn't help asking.

But unfortunately, Feng Wurao did not answer her question, but suddenly turned her eyes straight under her feet.

Seeing this, Qingluan also followed his gaze.

One, two, three...

Finally, when she obviously saw that her big red skirt was beginning to shake slightly, suddenly, she raised her frightened beautiful eyes and looked at the man beside her: "Is it the earth moving?!!"

"Clang!"

Almost at the same time, the plate piled with descendant beans like hills on the Dahongxi table behind Ye Meiwang suddenly fell off the table.

No, that's not a drop. It should be said that "jump" is more appropriate to describe it.

As soon as the plate fell, the descendants, like wild horses, dispersed on the floor without saying a word.

One grain after another, the rhythm of jumping was like the rolling waves in the sea.

"It's moving--" Finally, a shrill voice broke the deadly silence.

As soon as the sound fell, the hall was like a pot of porridge that rushed towards the gate.

Qingluan was also very panicked, but when she saw the man opposite suddenly turn white, a bad premonition suddenly arose in her heart: "Wu Rao?"

But unexpectedly, she just called this two words. Suddenly, the man who had been looking down at the soles of his feet raised his head suddenly.

Suddenly, she felt a breath of air conditioning in her chest, and she took two steps back from the other party's two terrifying sights. Like a pot of porridge, she rushed towards the gate.

Qingluan was also very panicked, but when she saw the man opposite suddenly turn white, a bad premonition suddenly arose in her heart: "Wu Rao?"

But unexpectedly, she just called this two words. Suddenly, the man who had been looking down at the soles of his feet raised his head suddenly.
Chapter completed!