600 private matters

"Okay, be careful!"

Chen Tianfeng and Fang Liang both heard the conversation between Tang Wanqiu and the old woman. They also agreed with her approach. It would be a good thing for both sides to end the war like this.

If the war is really a matter of turmoil, the war will be consumed unceasingly, for Fangcunshan, it will be extremely costly to consume war alone.

Now Fangcunshan integrates the Yinfu and gets a huge amount of spoils. The blood clan retreats in the battle and preserves a newly awakened royal bloodline. Both sides are not at a loss.

"Please, please, two!" Fang Liang made a move to postpone his invitation.

When Shirley and the blood clan guardian left, their gloomy blood-red eyes glared at the old woman fiercely. Relatively speaking, they did not have much hatred for Tang Wanqiu. Both sides were in hostility, and even if there were casualties and injuries, they would speak with their strength.

On the contrary, the old woman's betrayal at the moment made them angry. She wished she could dig her heart and drink her blood. However, they were no match for the old woman now. Therefore, they pressed that deep hatred in their hearts.

The old woman Xiaoyao didn't care about the hatred of the two. She had made up her mind to not go to the blood clan again. Naturally, she wouldn't take them to heart. What she was even more curious about now was what Tang Wanqiu wanted to talk to her about private matters?

"Girl, what is your identity? He can actually be the master of Fangcunshan?"

"I can't do the Lord of Fangcun Mountain." Tang Wanqiu looked at her and said with a smile: "But, I can do your Lord."

"Want to be my master?" The Lord of Xiaoyao sneered: "The little baby is so courageous! But, what are you planning to be my master?"

"It's nothing." Tang Wanqiu said with a smile: "I just think you have lived too long. It's time to disappear."

"Damn girl, you dare to play with me, you are looking for death!" The Lord of Xiaoyao Palace was furious. As his lifespan decreased and the limit was approaching, what she hated the most was that someone cursed her to die. The magic power was like a mountain and a sea gushed out. He had to force himself to do so.

Suppress Tang Wanqiu.

"Ugly slave, don't be presumptuous!"

Suddenly, a clear shout rang in the heart of the Lord of Xiaoyao Palace.

"Owner?"

The Lord of Xiaoyao Palace felt a trembling heart, and almost got backfired by magic power. It was the slave seal that had been in her heart for more than ten thousand years. Only the mental power of her master, Fairy Xiaoyao, could awaken it.

However, the slave seal that had been silent for thousands of years was loosened by the girl in front of her. She looked at Tang Wanqiu like a ghost and asked in a trembling voice: "You, who are you? How could you get the mental power method of my Xiaoyaodao?"

"You have actually guessed it! This girl is the descendant of Fairy Xiaoyao." Tang Wanqiu looked at her and smiled.

"What, what?" said the Lord of Xiaoyao Palace in disbelief.

"Would you like to see your little master?" Tang Wanqiu suddenly turned dark and said coldly: "It seems that this ten thousand years of free stocking has made you forget the rules of being a slave."

"No, it's impossible." The old woman shook her head desperately, and instinctively retreated. She murmured softly: "Absolutely impossible. The master is gone, how could she have a successor?"

"Hmph! Even slaves like you are still alive. How could the master be absent?" Tang Wanqiu shouted coldly.

"No, you're talking nonsense. If the master was alive, how could she watch the blood clan invasion without caring about it?" the old woman shouted loudly.

"Who said that the master doesn't care?" Tang Wanqiu raised his eyebrows and said, "Hasn't she sent me to solve the problem?"
Chapter completed!