Pampered Underworld Marriage: Genius Baby Black Belly Mother

"No, it's impossible. You just came to the Palace of the Kings of Power today, and you didn't find everything this king did..."

"Let you know, is there any good show tonight?" Jing Yan interrupted him, and a rare sarcasm flashed across his eyes.

Jing Yan looked at him and said indifferently: "King Quan, in order to minimize the damage, you have been disintegrating your power during this period of time, but you are too stupid and have not found it."

"I..." King Quan was choked instantly, and the Spirit King was destroyed. He was wary, but... his eyes trembled suddenly, and he looked at Jing Yan violently, "Are you deliberately letting go of the Spirit King?"

"It's just getting resuscitated now, it's too late!" Jing Yan said blankly.

"Ah!" King Quan exclaimed, unbelievable, and it felt like the sky had fallen.

"Impossible, after the Demon Lord came back during this period, he didn't pay much attention to the Demon Domain." King Quan was still unbelievable.

"Your every move is under the control of this king, do you think that everything you do can escape this king's eyes?" Jing Yan sneered.

A gust of evening breeze hit him, raising his ink-like blue silk, and there was not the slightest temperature on that perfect face. He looked at King Quan condescendingly like an immortal.

King Quan couldn't say a word at this moment, he was so defeated.

Such a failure? !

After he received the news from Liancheng, he dreamed of sitting on the position of the king.

Unfortunately, this dream wakes up too quickly.

"God!" King Quan looked up at the dark night.

The fragmented stars exude a gray light.

"God, do you mean what the heavenly master said to you?" Jing Yan asked sarcastically.

King Quan asked in shock: "How did you know?"

"Huh!" Jing Yan sneered, "That's because if you ask the wrong way, the heavenly master will also be wrong."

"What do you mean?" King Quan looked at him puzzledly.

"You don't have to tell you this, and you don't need to know." Jing Yan refused to answer his question.

But looking at the people behind him.

The light-armored cavalry knew what Jing Yan meant, and after hearing his words, they started to care.

As soon as Jing Yan looked over, they quickly walked behind Jing Yan.

"Ah...you..." King Quan looked at them and looked at them angrily. "You ungrateful fellows, who gave you food these years, Jing Yan just a few words, you betrayed the king? "

In the sound of the hunting wind, no one listened to his words, and all the thousand people he brought with him retreated behind Jing Yan.

"You bastards!" King Quan pointed at them, his arms trembling, and looked back at his back, there was no one left.

He was angry and helpless!

The person under his hand who has been like a moth for many years now betrays him when he says betrayal. His heart is even more uncomfortable than being roasted on the fire.

"My lord, I'm sorry! We are both old and young, so we can't make fun of our family." One of the lieutenants said sorry.

"The people here, who are his mothers who have no superiors, older ones, and younger ones, and this king is also superior, older and younger, and younger ones. This king is not afraid. What are you afraid of? And we still have Mingjun."

Everyone was silent, and no one spoke any more.

In the hearts of everyone, Mingjun is powerful, and there is no demon king.

The name of the devil is deeply ingrained in people's hearts.

Jing Yan smiled and sarcastically said, "It seems that you have not been good enough to them these years, huh..."

"Jing Yan, you..." King Quan looked at him coldly.

The corners of his lips trembled, but he couldn't say a word. It's not easy for a person to live a lifetime to have a heartbroken person around him.

People become more greedy with more enjoyment, making students greedy for everything!

Isn’t everyone the same?

He suddenly looked at Jing Yan and thought about himself and Long Ye. He suddenly felt that he had lived a lifetime, and it was extremely sad!

At least, beside Long Ye, there is a Jing Yan who has never abandoned him for a hundred years.

And who is there next to him?

No one?

In the hunting night breeze, King Quan looked sad and his face was ashen ashes!

The lonely figure looked a little helpless in front of thousands of people.

He thought that he had no omissions, at this moment, he felt that he was the ant in Long Ye's hand. When he wanted to kill himself, it was a matter of moving his fingers.

Jing Yan looked at him indifferently, and said indifferently: "Let go of the Spirit King, just to make you lower your vigilance. Unexpectedly, Jun Shang and I went to the Quan King's Mansion today and asked you a few words, you just press patience. I can't help my temper anymore."

Today, they also guessed that as soon as Liancheng wakes up, they will do it. Only then did he and the Lord go to the Palace of King Quan.

Everything is under their control!

"Haha..." King Quan raised his head and laughed, the laughter echoing in the lonely night sky.

The laughter stopped abruptly, and his face instantly became cold and terrifying, "Jing Yan, if you want to kill this king, it depends on whether you have that ability?"

"Kill you..." Jing Yan raised his eyes and looked at him with a sneer, "No need for skills."

This is undoubtedly telling King Quan that you are not even worthy of your opponent!

"Ah..." King Quan took a step back angrily and humiliatingly.

The saddest thing about a person is that you are always the one that your opponent defends, and you have never considered you an opponent.

In front of Jing Yanfei, his white jade hand was slightly raised, and a silver sword suddenly appeared in that hand with distinct joints.

The cold light flashed through his eyes, and in an instant, his face was full of killing intent, and the silver sword in his hand was suddenly turned over.

On the deep night sky, flickering stars flickered.

A white shadow, fierce like the wind, sword aura like a rainbow, and momentum like a broken bamboo, in the blink of an eye, it came to King Quan like the wind.

The sharp sword aura was born out of the sky, and the dust all over the ground suddenly rolled up when the afterimage flashed by.

In the blurred vision, black and white figures suddenly fought against each other in the night sky.

Jing Yan's movement of clouds and flowing water, even in the misty night sky, is still peerless.

Everyone straightened their eyes and watched this thrilling battle.

The Three Realms have been calm for too long, and people are living a comfortable life. Such a turbulent battle is indeed rare.

Everyone's eyes were centered on the looming white shadow of Jing Yan.

The night is heavy, it is like opening a corner of Huangquan, coveting the fresh life, making people feel the breath of death.

Suddenly, a brilliant brilliance, like fireworks in full bloom, bloomed in the dark night.

Everyone stared, and when the bright light dissipated, everyone's pupils shrank sharply.

I saw that graceful back figure stood under the sky, with one hand gracefully held behind him, and the sword in the other hand pierced King Quan's body.

King Quan stayed in with blood in his mouth, staring at Jing Yan sternly, a little unbelievable, today next year will be his anniversary.