Ordered to Marry Thrice, The Mysterious Wangfei

Thirteen royal palaces.

After returning from the underground imperial tomb, thirteen took a small feather and soaked a bath in the hot spring pool, and then called the rice snow mark, the fascinating, the phoenix addiction, the wind festival, the dark soul and so on to discuss the witch **** family.

"Except for Wu Ruyi and Wu Rufeng, I don't know the Witch Gods. Is it difficult for their Witch God to avenge Wu Ruyi and give me a assassination order?" This is where Hua Yuman can't figure out.

It’s not her jealousy. Now her speed is really very fast. She secretly followed the rice snow marks to the underground mausoleum. No one else knows.

"This is impossible, Wu Ruyi over there, I sent people to monitor it." Mi Xuexue immediately denied, Wu Ruyi and Wu Rufeng could not be separated to ask the Wu people for help, because the person who had previously visited Wu Ruyi was the old man.

"Is it true that there is no new generation of witches who inherit the power of the Witch God?" Thirteen looked at the Dark Soul.

The Dark Soul whispered. "It is a woman named Wu Shuyue, a female disciple of the Wu who is a witch. It is said that she opened the forbidden gate of the Wu people with a ghost fruit and gained the power of the Witch God."

Hearing this, the faces of Thirteen and Hua Yuman have changed. They all think of one person...

It was the masked woman I met in the Nether Valley...

In this way, Cheng Wu is actually a self-defeating, Hua Yuman is extremely depressed inside, and it is difficult to buy a long time to know, that is to say her current situation.

Mi Xuezhen also thought of the identity of the witch god. He looked at the thirteen eyes and said seriously: "She has no reason to die from the hoe. Is there anything we don't know?"

"In fact, this is not difficult to explain. In the Wu family, there are a lot of energy inheritance. The more powerful energy inheritance, the more the above prohibitions, many of them are witchcraft bans, even cursed... want Incorporating its power, some have to do a few things for its owner, or to avenge the owner, and so on. Even the ban of the Feng nationality has this kind of ban, of course, there are similar bans, but the average person can not meet. Feng Yin published his views and opinions.

He felt that the people of the Witch God appeared too fast, too timely, and that they did not care about the lore, regardless of the consequences. This happened to two people who had no hate and no complaints before, and he felt that this possibility was even more Big

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The Wind Festival also endorsed Feng Yin’s point of view. “I also saw it in the tomb books left by our ancestors. In the ancient times, some people of the gods or the strong will die with the final spirit. God set a ban, and later generations will bear the corresponding responsibilities while gaining their strength. If the new witch of the witch and the master and the wife have no resentment, it may inherit the words of the deceased, but It’s not excluded that they have other purposes, and we’d better figure it out before we can find a way.”

Hua Yuman was silent. She thought that she had to find a way to see the witch and the moon, and when asked, it would be clear.

However, her thoughts did not dare to tell thirteen, fearing that he would think more, fearing that he was worried.

Mo Ziting, who has never heard anything, looked at Man Er and whispered: "In fact, the reason for wanting to kill a person is nothing more than a few. First, the feud, have to report. Second, family hatred, various disputes, All kinds of hate and incomprehension. Third, buy murderous people. Fourth, for the two sides of the knife. Five, love and hate. Six, is what you said this inexplicable hatred. I thought about it, one two three four Unlike, it may be five and six."

Thirteen after listening, frowned, love? Why did he hear the word, his heart was so uncomfortable, so troublesome.

Hua Yuman is also a moth, a look of incomprehension, love? Why is her heart so uncomfortable after listening?

"Man, don't think so much, those people come one, we kill one, come two, we kill a pair. What the witch **** is not god, I don't believe she has nine lives, never kill." Mo Ziting reached out I took a shot of Hua Yuman’s shoulder and gave her strength.

Recently, Man has encountered too many things. She always feels that there are invisible hands around her.

Hua Yuman chuckled, "Yes, come two, kill a pair." After so many things, she is not a good man, a murder, not too difficult for her.

"Little feathers, don't think too much, don't go out recently, wait to marry me again. After the big marriage, I will take you to my master's refuge in the valley for a while, OK?" The voice of Thirteen became more and more gentle, Qing Xuan Shan has not gone back for a long time, it is time to bring his own wife back to show his master.

"Yeah." Hua Yuman nodded.

"Master, I will go to the Imperial Hill to see." I want to see if the Witch God will save the witch.

Nodded at 13 o'clock, "You go with the dark soul, if there is an abnormality, go back directly, do not conflict."

"Yes." The lightly embraced Mo Ziting, and followed her a few whispers, and went away with the dark soul.

Hua Yuman glanced at the abdomen that Mo Ziting had already bulged, and some of them did not worry about the snow marks: "You also go to the Imperial Tomb!"

Mi Xuexue knew what she was thinking, looked at the thirteen eyes, then she nodded and left.

Mo Ziting was moved and laughed at Man's meticulous feelings. "I am not so vulnerable, pregnant women should go to bed early, I go to sleep, and you go to bed early."

She can't help Man's busy, the only thing she can do is try not to let them down, don't let everyone worry.

"Good night!" Hua Yuman nodded with a smile, and took the opportunity to call the green outside the door to help Mo Mo Ting return to the room.

"Little feathers, let's go back to the house!"

Thirteen waved his hand to let Feng Yin retreat, but Hua Yuman stopped Feng Yin. "You help me inquire about the whereabouts of Fengmoxi."

Her voice fell, but Feng Yin was stunned. The head turned to her own master. Is it difficult for the master to tell the lady about it?

Hua Yuman saw Feng Yin not talking, but looked at the thirteen, wrinkled his eyebrows, "What's wrong?"

Thirteen pairs of phoenixes have hidden their heads. "You go ahead!"

Feng Yin bent on Hua Yuman and immediately ran like the wind.

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Thirteen hands stretched out and hid the faintly unhappy little feathers into his arms and explained: "A month ago, Fengmoxi died."

Hua Yuman heard this, the whole person was stunned, and the coolness of his heart rose for a while, and an inexplicable sorrow filled the body.

do you died? he died? Is it hard to fall asleep?

The sadness on the face of the small feather caused the injury of Thirteen, and he did not like her to be sad for his other men.

"Small feathers, the Feng people said that he died in practice and died, and it has been dead for a long time. It is estimated to be two or three years. I did not tell you, I feel that these things are a bit strange."

Thirteen said that this, can not help but hold the small feathers tighter, this Feng Moxi identity is really suspicious, mysterious, weird, people completely confused.

He did not want the little feathers to have a heart for Feng Moxi, nor did she want her to spend too much mental and mental power on him.

Hua Yuman frowned, patted her own head, and her head seemed to hurt.

It seems that several times, Feng Moxi is so heavy to take a picture of his own head, and then she does not hurt, this time, she suddenly thought that he appeared again.

However, he is dead.

No, he can't die for a long time. She obviously saw him not long ago. He also gave something to himself. How could he die for two or three years?

After a moment of entanglement, Hua Yuman made a decision, "Sun, I want to see the Fengmoxi, he was buried?"

Thirteen silenced for a long time, and finally I could not bear to reject the small feathers. "Well, I will accompany you. I heard that Feng Elder can't accept the fact that his son is dead. She has frozen the body of Feng Moxi and tried to use it. Give Feng Moxi a life."

Hua Yuman bit his lower lip and looked at thirteen seriously. "You said, the person we met, wouldn't it be Fengmoxi?"

In her opinion, Feng Moxi's ability can be much higher than Feng Mohan's, but Feng Moxi did not pass the assessment of the patriarch. The Feng people said that he could not go to the wish tower, but Feng Moxi clearly took her up. And, still come and go, this...

Thirteen some moved on the face of the little feathers. "In fact, I think so."

However, he did not want to confirm the guess in his heart. He would rather die than the real Fengmo River, the Fengmo River that has always been infinitely good for small feathers.

He said that he was selfish and sinister. He was selfish and wanted to hide the small feathers. However, he could not refuse any request for small feathers, so that night, the two left the city and went to the Phoenix.

They left, and there was a black sedan chair in the sky. There was no one around the sedan chair, but it flew directly to the direction of the Phoenix people like black lightning...

Hua Yuman and the thirteen handles ran in the night, the two of them were very fast, and the black sedan was chasing after them, not being discovered by them, not chasing them. throw.

Just about to arrive at the ice blue town, Hua Yuman pulled a corner and threw a corner and ran straight to him.

"Small feathers, but what do you feel?" Thirteen sensitive feelings of a strange fluctuation in the air, although slight, is real.

"There was a woman chasing us, I smelled a strange smell." And this smell she smelled, only to think about it, she already guessed who it was, so she stopped.

Not long after, the black sedan chair stopped in front of Hua Yuman, and a blindfolded red woman came out.

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