Long Live the Wild Wife: The Black Bellied Evil King Against the Princess

The outside is already a noisy piece.

Only when the cold-yang inflammation almost exhausted all the strength, this will drive away the worms in his body.

Just got out, he immediately rushed to the burning gate.

"Small beast, come out!! Give me out!!" In the distance, the scream of screaming became more powerful.

Feng Chuge walked out of the house and looked at people who came not far away.

At this moment, cold yang is full of anger.

His side, followed by Xuanyuan battle and Xuanyuan Yu Che.

The three men saw the Fengchu song, and their faces were all condensed.

"Say, where did the beast go?" Cold Yangyan looked at the Fengchu song and asked sharply.

Feng Chuge just stepped out from the outside.

At the moment, the smell outside is still a bit cold.

She leaned against the railing on one side and slammed her hand. "Animals? Which one are you talking about?"

"Don't wear garlic with me, you know." Cold Yang Yan bite his teeth with hatred.

When I thought of the sorcerer's sorrow, I was deceived by the animal, and the cold-yang swelled and could not stop shaking.

That is his most treasured treasure!

And the beastmaster...

Now, he really lost his wife and lost his soldiers.

He looked at the Fengchu song with a double eye, and Feng Chuge did not fear him, raised his eyes and confronted him. Suddenly, Feng Chu smiled. "Oh, beast, isn't it here? Look, there is a big one here."

As he said, Feng Chuge stretched out the filigree jade finger and pointed directly to the cold sun.

Cold-yang inflammation is shrinking.

"You scold me!"

"How dare? Still not what you said?"

Cold Yang Yan has a straight beard.

He turned his head. "The head of Xuanyuan, this is the guest who burned the gates?"

Xuanyuan war has already changed his face.

He went up two steps. "A good phoenix song, it is so rude! If you look at the face of the imperial dust, I will drive you out of the burning gate."

"Hey, the Xuanyuan Gate Master is really a loyal person." Feng Chuge looked coldly at Xuanyuan, and his eyes were chilly. "And, most people don't think of their son as a tool..."

The words of Feng Chuge directly poked the heart of Xuanyuan war.

He jerked his eyes and looked at the Fengchu song, followed by a sigh. "Huang Maotou, I dare to teach me? See how I punish you!"

He said that he actually stepped back two steps.

For a moment, the entire body exudes a powerful airflow.

Taking advantage of the movements of Xuanyuan, Feng Chuge smiled low. "Xuanxuanmen, if you do it, then you really have no way to look back."

Xuanyuan war looked at Fengchu song and smiled coldly. "Who do you think you are? Also, Feng Chuge, surrender all the holy waters of heaven, otherwise you will die even worse."

He remembers that the last time, Feng Chuge took out the holy water of the gods and told him how much the holy water of the heavens was.

So now, Xuanyuan’s war is over...

"Tianling holy water? Dream!" Feng Chu song brows, sneer.

"Small beast, then don't blame me."

"Hey, don't make such a small beast, otherwise you will give me the illusion that you, the beast is not as good!"

Xuanyuan war heard, angry can not be suppressed.

He took out the snake whip from his waist.

When the whip was waving, it brought a little spiritual power.

In addition, Xuanyuan war almost used eight layers of strength.

As a result, the surrounding air seems to have changed. With the whips of his whip, various factors in the air go all the way...