Villain: The wife of the heroine, the Emperor of Heaven?I will marry you

Su Xunge left, and disappeared in the sky in a flying boat.

On Wu'e Mountain, only Ye Lan, Xiao Luo and Hua Cen were left.

"Fellow Daoist Demon Heaven, did you just let that kid run away?"

Seeing that Su Xunge's voice had completely disappeared, Xiao Luo was unwilling to mutter aside.

He was beaten up hard just now. Although he was lucky enough to save his life, the wound on his body is still in unbearable pain.

"Otherwise, why don't you go after him?" Ye Lan flicked her nose, her arrogant look made Xiao Luo's head swell again, his face turned green and red, and he wanted to attack but didn't dare.

After being annoyed for a moment, Xiao Luo still sighed and said, "Forget it, then fellow daoist should settle the rest of the origin stones for me, and it can be regarded as fulfilling our agreement."

"You still dare to ask me for money?" Who is Yelan, the great devil who has been in the world for thousands of years, she has always been the one who robs others and robs others, so there is no reason for others to ask her for money.

Demonic energy surged all over her body, Yin Jie's eyebrows twitched, Ye Lan sneered and said, "I don't know if your life is worth [-] Origin Stones?"

Xiao Luo was already frightened. He knew that Mo Tian was not easy to mess with, but he didn't expect him to be so aggressive.

"Fellow Daoist, we have agreed, you must keep your word."

Up to now, he still thinks that Yelan and him are on the side, even if he is a devil, he still has to speak the basic law.

But unfortunately, he seriously underestimated Yelan's lower limit.

A long sword made of pure magic energy slowly gathered in the palm of his hand, and Ye Lan moved.

The long sword tore through the sky in an instant, it was so sharp that it captured people, and the cold light flashed, as if there were countless innocent souls lodged in the sword body, howling non-stop.

Xiao Luo turned pale with shock.

He quickly spread his wings and fled in the opposite direction, but he was just a powerful monk, how could he be the opponent of Yelan, the great emperor's demon soul.

Just for breathing time, the magic sword turned into countless tentacles to tightly entangle it.

"Boy, I heard you right, you just asked me for money, right?" Ye Lan's cold voice was devoid of emotion, full of oppression.

"No, absolutely not." Xiao Luo was frightened by this momentum, and kept begging for mercy.

"Fellow Daoist has something to say, something to say, don't use swords or guns."

He didn't know what kind of unlucky he was today, and unexpectedly encountered two killer stars one after another, one was stronger than the other, and the other was more unreasonable than the other.

Compared with Su Xunge, this Mo Tian in front of him is not something he can compete with, whether it is his demeanor or the strength he displayed. The so-called step back and endure the calm for a while, Xiao Luo decisively admits his cowardice.

"I don't want the origin stone anymore. No matter what, I did my best for you, so please let me survive."

Yelan snorted coldly, and didn't care about this little guy.

"Spit out what I ate, and get out."

The black tentacles that emanated from the magic sword slowly loosened immediately, and Xiao Luo felt as if he had received an amnesty, and hurriedly returned all the fifty thousand Origin Stones he had accepted earlier.

Then it ran away like a cat whose tail was stepped on.

Hua Cen really saw this scene, but he didn't dare to make any movement.

At this moment, he only felt his scalp tingling, like ten thousand ants scratching his heart.

Zhao Hao's mother died in front of him, which gave him the urge to commit suicide on the spot and apologize.

"But I can't die yet. The Dragon Pattern Black Gold Pagoda is His Majesty's ancestral imperial weapon. If we can plan it back, it will definitely help His Majesty."

The information inherited by Motian under the responsibility of Emperor Tianxia cannot be faked, and it is something that everyone in Zhongzhou knows.

And as the last descendant of the emperor's lineage that has not been handed down much in the Great Xia, Zhao Hao is undoubtedly the most qualified person to inherit the emperor's army.

After pondering for a moment, Hua Cen tried his best to put on a gentle smile, and bowed to Ye Lan: "Thank you for your help for today's matter, otherwise my majesty will be in danger."

"Oh, I thought you had already run away, but I didn't expect you to still be here." Ye Lan restrained her breath, but her arrogance remained undiminished, and her playful laughter made Hua Cen's heart involuntarily angry.

Resisting the twitching of her face, Hua Cen said humbly: "You are joking, since I was rescued by a fellow daoist, how dare you run away without repaying your benefactor, if you are a fellow daoist?"

But before Hua Cen finished speaking, Ye Lan interrupted impatiently.

She is just a manifestation of a phantom now, and she cannot be too far away from Su Xunge. The flying boat has already escaped for tens of miles, which made her feel obviously uncomfortable.

"This brat only arranges work for me, and doesn't know how to wait for me!" Cursing in her heart, Ye Lan wantonly vented her dissatisfaction to Hua Cen.

The billowing devilish energy was like the sky pouring down, Hua Cen couldn't breathe under the pressure.

At the same time, a cold voice came: "I know what you're thinking, go back and tell Zhao Hao, I will come to the door in person in a few days."

After all, a black one can be measured, it's simply...simply scarier than Old Lu! "

"The person who came was not kind, and he was as discolored as Mo Yu's magic pattern, which fell on Hua Cen's body like tarsal maggots.

Ye Lan's figure disappeared.

Only Hua Cen, who was covered in cold sweat profusely, was left blankly in place.

Touching the weird magic symbol on his arm like a small sword, Hua Cen couldn't help swallowing deeply.

"Motian is not a deep person, I must go back and report to His Majesty quickly, so that he can prepare early."

. . .

The sky was cloudless and the sun was shining brightly.

Tens of miles away from Xiao Nantian, Su Xunge was leisurely sitting cross-legged on the bow of the airship.

At this time, he didn't hide the slightest bit, his original face was wantonly sucking the sweet air: "After so many days of pretending, I can finally have some leisure, and my face is more comfortable to look at."

He breathed a long sigh of relief.

The calculation that had been accumulated for a long time was finally settled, which made him feel refreshed.

Just now.

Sudden.

Yelan's phantom rushed in front of him suddenly, and without explanation, he yelled at him: "You bastard, don't say wait for me, don't you know I can't leave you for too long?"

The enchanting phantom body has lost the disguise of "Magic Sky" and replaced it with Ye Lan's original wild appearance.

A pretty face is beautiful and moving, with seductive curves with concave and convex, pure black eyes with a sense of coquettishness, accompanied by an expression of anger and frown, and strangely with a little cuteness.

Su Xunge couldn't help being taken aback by the strong contrast.

"Or else the undead knight is the undead knight? Anyway, they are all practitioners, so there is no difference." The evil thoughts flashed in his heart, and the corners of Su Xunge's mouth immediately raised, and he said jokingly: "Why, do seniors miss me so much, just not You started to miss me when you got a cup of tea?"

Ye Lan's eyes widened, she didn't expect that Su Xunge would have the guts to tease her.

"If you don't want to live, just say it, my mother is already dead anyway, and I don't mind dying with you again!" The low voice carried a strong sense of threat.

She knew that Su Xunge was a natural pervert, but she never thought that this bastard would dare to set his mind on her.