(Xiwang Mountain, Luming Palace)

"Get out! Get out of here! No one is allowed to dangle in front of me, or the king will take you one by one and tear you to pieces!" ”

In the Luming Hall of the Luming Palace, the ghost king Yunqing sat on the Luohan bed covered with deerskins, shouting and scolding hysterically. The pen and fun pavilion www.biquge.info were full of her broken cups, pillows and cushions on the Luohan bed, etc., and they were also thrown to her on the ground.

A few servant girls who were waiting on the side were already so frightened that their faces were purple, their bodies trembled like chaff, and their legs couldn't even stand steadily. As soon as he heard that Yun Qing drove them out, he suddenly felt that his life was saved, and he was so lucky that he was relieved, and even if he was retiring, he bowed his body and fled from the Luming Hall as if flying, and disappeared in the blink of an eye.

Since the battle for the emperor returned, the entire Luming Palace has not had a moment of peace. Yun Qingri/Rilai was in the Luming Palace, either smashing the plate and smashing the bowl, or beating and scolding the maidservant, so that the south wind was so good that the chickens and dogs were jumping, and the people were panicked, and even he himself could not get close to the Luming Palace.

Yun Qing drove out all the people who served her, and felt a little more comfortable, so she sat cross-legged on the bed and began to repeat her chatter for the 10,000th time: "I have fought for a hundred years to ascend to the throne of God, and I thought that I would win, but I failed at the last moment. Shouldn't I be the winner of this gamble? What am I doing wrong? Step by step, where did I start the wrong step? Isn't it only Shui Ling'er who competes with me for the throne? Why did it come to a critical juncture, and what kind of ghost area came out? Who the hell is he? Why didn't I get any news beforehand? It's not fair! It's not fair competition! ”

Trapped in these intense emotions for so long, she had tossed herself to the point of exhaustion. was frantically pounding on the armrest of the bed, when he heard a few dry coughs behind him, it was the south wind.

"Master--"

Although she has been in a state of rage, when she heard the voice of the south wind, she didn't dare to make too much of it, so she had to make a white bone scar face, temporarily suppressed her anger, and greeted her. But they just sat and didn't bother to get up and salute.

Nanfeng knew that she was in a bad mood and didn't care about her. In fact, when he came back from the Valley of Chaos, he himself was half angry, and he couldn't wait to vent all his anger on her, and shattered this ghost girl who made him lose face.

However, at the critical period of the establishment of the Blue Wolf Alliance, this ghost girl could hold 100,000 steel soul soldiers in her hands, so he had to give her three points.

"What's wrong? It's your destiny to be wrong, and you can't sit in that position! Nanfeng stood in front of the window with his hands behind his back, his sallow eyes rolled a few times, and he looked coldly at the half-round waning moon in the sky.

His lukewarm words were more like a slap in the face than comfort, mercilessly slapping Yun Qing's face, making her want to vomit blood.

She was so angry that she was about to attack again, so she reluctantly suppressed it, and replied as calmly as possible: "Is it incompetent, or is it framed by shameless people, isn't it clear to the master?" How great can a small emperor god be? With my Yunqing's ability, even if I am the supreme of the universe, why not? No matter in heaven or earth, where can I not call the wind and rain? As long as I want it, it's impossible not to get it! ”

Nanfeng laughed dumbly when he heard this, "You stinky problem that you can't help yourself, you really won't change it when you die." You always like to be self-righteous and clever, and in the end you will shoot yourself in the foot. Since you have never understood how to think about one thing in a down-to-earth manner, your fiasco today is also conceivable! (To be continued.) )