Immortal Voices

Rong Xian rolled her eyes under her eyelids and asked slowly: "Are you free?"

Cangtian hummed, "I'm very busy. Come here to see how your little unconscience is going."

Rong Xian bent the corner of his mouth, shook the chains on his wrists and on his body, Yun Dan said lightly, "As you can see, I'm a prisoner now."

Cangtian: "..." The prisoner will be prisoner. Can you accept your rippling tone first? !!

It slandered in its heart for a long time, and then said gloatingly, "Let you do it! It's really worth it now."

Rong Xian lowered his eyes, his whole body inexplicably gave a sense of sadness.

This pair of looks looks a little embarrassed, although it is clear that this little unconscience is pretending to be.

Cangtian coughed a little, and asked with some anger, "Will you help?"

Rong Xian's face sank, and his tone was pale, as "white water": "Don't do anything extra."

Now that everything is going according to her plan, she doesn't want to be in trouble at this juncture.

Cangtian: "..." This is really # 热 脸 贴 冷 腿 #.

It grunted angrily twice and disappeared completely in Rong Xian's perception.

Rong Xian didn't hesitate to leave it. She glanced at the chains that held her in her arms, and raised the corners of her mouth, making the smile on her face appear more gentle and sincere, but her dark eyes quickly flickered through a dark shadow.

She raised her eyebrows slightly, and smiled casually: "Wuzun, wait for you to come to the world."

Do something under Tiandao's eyelids.

With her eyes darkened, she pulled most of her consciousness away.

Zhao and Jiang did not have the generals. Who else can resist in Rong Guo's army.

Outside, Yunzun heard Rong Xian's voice and looked arrogant.

King's Land? !!

Ah! She will soon be there.

Rong Yang, who was holding Rong Huan's hand tightly, sank straight into the bottom of the pair of proud and ambitious eyes.

This is not the mother emperor!

It's Wu Zun.

Wu Zun appeared, where did the mother emperor go?

Rong Yang passed a bad guess in his heart, making him as painful as digging a bone.

Could the mother emperor have been hiding in that body, waiting for the opportunity to regain her body, but had to be exposed because she saw him in danger?

Although this is a guess, Rong Yang has to admit that this is the closest guess.

Thinking of Yunzun as a person, he was not afraid to imagine the situation of the mother emperor now.

At this moment, Rong Yang didn't feel the joy of being loved by his mother, but was uncomfortable.

He would rather the mother emperor never see him in his eyes, prefer the mother emperor to ignore his life and death, as long as the mother emperor can survive.

His mother-in-law was the one who was calm and elegant, and acted lightly, not the ugly Wu Zun now.

On the side, Rong Yue saw his eyebrows with pain, his eyes were dull, his eyes flashed, and he was serious: "Second Prince, walking on the battlefield is a taboo, you are prepared to fight the battlefield in this way, so that you can throne Let me? "

Speaking of this, she said with an eyebrow, "For your effort to send me into Qingyun, if you are really dead, I will make you king."

Rong Yang's face turned black, a sorrow in his throat, and a sense of weakness rose.

He retorted: "This emperor is not worried about the emperor, and his brothers are bound to win."

As the voice exited, he stayed blank, a faint light flashed in his eyes.

Yes, he can ascend to the throne, use the dragon spirit to deprive Wuzun spirit and save the mother emperor.

And becoming an emperor, he can do too much.

At least, Wu Zun, who has hurt the mother emperor, has no place to die.

Rong Yang shook his fist, saying as if he had sworn: "The throne, Prince Ben is bound to get it."

He should consider drawing court officials in preparation for the overthrow of Wu Zun.

Let ’s start with Grandpa Zong.

Putting his look into Rong Yun's eyes: "..."

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She snorted, this filial son! Want to rebel, daydream!

A big prince is enough.

However, Prince Rong Er's will was not transferred by her.

Leaving aside the battlefield, Rong Xian's main soul rested from his body, and his consciousness woke up in the West Antarctica.

Flying out of the weeds, Rong Xian's face sank like water.

She faintly had the illusion of "moving a rock and hitting her own feet".

How to raise a good son is going to rebel.

She would never admit that it was the restless bloodlines of her family, and she did not admit it was all her.

She rightfully angered Zong Zhengling and felt that it was Zong Zhengling that had broken her children.

She looked at the sky and sighed, "It's so unrecognizable."

She tore up her sleeves, blocking the helpless and hurtful cheek, and said with a sad heart: "Who can think of Zong Zheng, who has always been honest and honest, actually has a wolf ambition, solicits my children and my feelings, and provokes his rebellion. It is really a wolf ambition. The wolf is ambitious! "

The only audience: "..."

"Door, have you had a nightmare?" Buddha Zimu asked with a face.

The female singer sang so well that his heart shook with it. There was always a bad feeling.

"Little monk, I haven't seen you for a long time." Rong Xian greeted him from time to time, as if he didn't find the complicated look of the Buddha.

The Buddha bowed his head and murmured, "Amitabha, the female donor just slept for less than a day." We have only seen it before.

Rong Xian pretended that he didn't even hear the meaning in his words, looked down at the scroll in his hand, and blinked and asked, "Little monk, do you want to read the scriptures?"

The Buddha sat down with his knees crossed, and said calmly, "I am going to read."

Rong Xian was very curious: "It's still early, and you're very diligent in your early morning classes so early."

The Buddha smiled slightly, and the Buddha had a charm of pinching a smile.

He said: "The poor monk reads a passage of death, and the donor gives away."

Rong Xian wasn't offended by the displeased anger and anger. She even smiled at the corner of her mouth, straightened her sleeves, and performed grace and grace with every movement.

This is the momentum of a high position for a long time.

The scripture that the Buddha arrived at his mouth was suppressed by Rong Xian's momentum, and he could not spit out a word.

After Rongxian sorted herself out, his eyes fell on the Buddha, pretending to be like, "Well? The little monk has finished reading? Why didn't I hear a word?"

After waiting for the Buddha to answer, she clenched her fist in her right hand and smashed it into the palm of her left hand, and suddenly realized: "I see, this is what your Buddhists say,‘ the law does not spread six ears ’, right!”

She raised her head and looked at the Buddha with a little pride.

Buddha: "..." You must be too owed to be beaten to death!

The Buddha tightly squeezed the scriptures and almost did not crush them.

The blue tendons in his forehead bounced, took a deep breath, and slowly spit it out, finally squeezing the roar.

With a blue face, he licked each word as if squeezed out of his teeth: "The female donor is very knowledgeable and knows‘ the law does not spread six ears. ’”

Rong Xian put on a modest expression, with a sigh of emotion: "If you know more, you won't be accidentally taken back."

Buddha: "..." Are you a devil? !!