Chapter 837: Back off, I’m going to start pretending (1)
Seventeen Tombs.
It represents seventeen underground palaces.
Twelve of them became the strongholds of the twelve top sects.
In another underground palace.
Feng Qingxuan, the son of the White Tiger clan of the Heroic Spirit Hall, lay slanted on a dragon pedestal.
There was a fragrance in the crane-shaped incense burner that was more than one person tall on both sides of the dragon throne.
That's the smell of ambergris and chinan agarwood.
Ambergris has been a spice for emperors from ancient times to the present.
And the price of Qinan agarwood, even today, is 30,000 to 50,000 per gram.
There are a ball of natural ambergris and natural nanmu in the belly of the two cranes incense burners as big as a washbasin.
Even if you search for this earth and spend five thousand years, you will never find natural spices that are bigger or higher quality than this.
It is said to be priceless treasures, but they are underestimated.
But Feng Qingxuan's face was not very good.
Even a bit sinister.
"What kind of broken thing is this? Take it away and I'm so fucked."
The old man in black who was standing on the side immediately raised his hand.
The heads of the two top sects were the humble servants at this time. They bent their waists at ninety degrees, like Japanese women, walked forward in small steps, and didn't care that the incense burner was hot, so they picked it up and left.
While walking, I didn't dare to make even a slight rustling sound, only when the clothes rubbed.
Feng Qingxuan's face only improved a little. He raised his hand and picked up the teacup at his hand, took a sip, and said lightly:
"Is there any news from Feng Zinan?"
The old man in black was silent for a moment and said softly:
"No news yet, but it should be tonight."
Feng Qingxuan smiled softly:
"Let them make a fuss. The bigger the fuss, the more fun it is. I'll just watch the show."
The old man in black seemed a little puzzled and asked:
"Son of God, the Chu family is as humble as a pig or a dog. Why are you still...!"
Feng Qingxuan smiled and said:
"What do you want to say? Chu Lexian, who is not even an ant, is qualified to represent my identity? If you think too much, I just use him as a cover, haha, but I can't think of it either. Feng, either.
Zinan and Feng Wuchen are so smart. They just tweeted it out. I originally thought that I could kill Su Mu easily, but things went against my wishes. Feng Heguang actually entered the world. Haha, it's fun, it's really fun
ah."
The old man in black frowned and asked:
"You want to leave the Son of God of Light on the Zuxing Star? But when we left the Temple of Heroes, we did not take away enough power."
"Do I need to take action? Just…."
Feng Qingxuan paused and said with a smile:
"What is there a saying here? A lean camel is bigger than a horse. I will not be able to move the wind and light, but Su Mu must die. If he doesn't die, when he really takes over as the supervisor, he will have to return to the Temple of Heroes.
The qualification, haha, no matter whether he is the descendant of the pure blood from that year, he can no longer enter the Valhalla."
"Eight great sons of gods are already enough."
The old man in black frowned and said:
"Son of God, what we should worry about the most is Feng Jiuyou. Don't forget that he is from the previous generation of the Qinglong clan...hehe."
Feng Qingxuan snorted coldly:
"A mere Feng Jiuyou is nothing."
The old man in black wanted to speak but stopped, but glanced at Feng Qingxuan and closed his mouth again.
This son of god is good at everything, but he likes to play some conspiracies and lacks a little dignified domineering attitude.
Just like now.
Feng Zinan, the Xuanwu clan, was deceived by him to go to Dongyang to trouble Su Mu's women. Feng Wuchen, the god son of the Zhuque clan, was deceived by him to use two elixirs to trick Su Mu.
Do you think you can watch the fun and enjoy the benefits of a fisherman?
But don’t forget that China has always been the sphere of influence of the Qinglong clan.
The Qinglong clan has indeed become a sick tiger, but a sick tiger is not a sick cat.
The tiger is dead and will not be defeated.
"Aren't you afraid... to cause trouble with the Son of Light?"
Feng Qingxuan said with a smile on the corner of his mouth:
"I look forward to him coming to cause trouble for me, but he can't do it. Even if he is the strongest person of the Eight Great Sons of the Contemporary Temple of Heroes, he can't do it. Haha, the Qinglong clan's vitality has been severely damaged for more than two hundred years and has been suppressed and beaten by our three clans.
It’s really... ironic that it’s ironic when Feng Heguang stole the limelight.”
A trace of ferociousness suddenly flashed across Feng Qingxuan's handsome face, and then he recovered as before, and said softly:
"Tell Fan Yang that he would send two dead soldiers to intercept Feng Zinan, and then send two dead soldiers to pretend to be Feng Wuchen to intercept Feng Heguang."
The old man in black was stunned and immediately suggested:
"Add two more dead soldiers to pretend to be the Qinglong clan to assassinate you."
Feng Qingxuan suddenly laughed:
"Yes, go, let me know when there is news from Feng Zinan. I also want to see what kind of miserable appearance will those women Su Mu be played by that crazy man Feng Zinan."
If time went back to London, Su Mu would definitely agree to the various perverted requests made by Fat Master and go to the Holy See headquarters to fight back.
Not to mention wanting control of his body, even if Fat Master wanted to touch his anus, he gritted his teeth and accepted it.
Anyway, he is considered the host of Fat Master, and Fat Master is not a human being. At most, he is a mobile phone with an IQ, which is equivalent to a smartphone clipping a slit on his butt... right?
Fat Master used the puppet god method to help him conquer eight super bodyguards and save not only Mr. Ye and a few others.
If something goes wrong with Ye Wanqiu and Ning Yan, Su Mu will probably break the sky.
At this time, Mr. Ye was talking nonsense with Professor Ning in the living room.
She was wearing pajamas, with her left hand on her slender waist, her belly slightly raised forward, and her right hand kept rubbing her belly, looking like she was eight months pregnant, shaking in front of Professor Ning,
Ning Yan was panicked.
"You said, are you pregnant? I'm counting on my life! If I get pregnant, will I be a son or a daughter?"
Professor Ning curled up his beautiful legs, and the fashion magazines on his hands were no longer fragrant.
She was depressed, but she looked at Mr. Ye with a smile on her face:
"Drinking alcohol to get pregnant is not good for the child."
Mr. Ye gritted his teeth and was about to speak...!
A sarcastic and frivolous voice suddenly sounded in the living room:
"It's true that he's so beautiful, but his identity is too humble, but it's exciting to play."
A cold wind rose out of thin air, and Mr. Ye and Professor Ning saw a handsome man 1.9 meters tall, wearing an ancient white robe, and hair that reached his waist, walked in from the door.
It was as if he was the master of this world, like a state of no one.
Mr. Ye felt his hair standing upside down.
Professor Ning was also frightened and his body trembled uncontrollably.
The handsome young man in front of him was filled with an extremely lustful aura all over his body.
Danger.
Extremely dangerous!
Every cell in the two of them seemed to be making desperate roars.
That feeling was like two little white rabbits wearing rich clothes and eating food. They were put in the wild and suddenly encountered the most ferocious evil tiger.
Ye Wanqiu and Ning Yan looked at each other in horror, their teeth clattering.
I don’t know how to describe that kind of despair and fear, but I can feel it truly.
"Haha, I can feel your fear and despair!"
"But you will find that fear and despair are just... appetizers."
"I, the son of the Xuanwu clan, Feng Zinan."
"You don't understand, what does the Xuanwu clan mean?"
"You just need to know that for you, I am God."
"Yes, I am God."
Feng Zinan walked over to Ye Wanqiu and Ning Yan step by step.