Unprecedented Pill Refiner: Entitled Ninth Young Lady Chapter 137: : National Teacher (1)

　　The tender palm swept across the tip of the gun, leaving a dazzling blood mark on the white skin.

　　The blood stains dripped down to the ground along the palm of monsoon smoke, blooming little by little, like clusters of blood-colored flowers.

　　 Zhan Fei squinted his eyes, but he couldn't see through the monsoon smoke.

　　Su Lingling sneered secretly, thinking that Monsoon Smoke was scared and silly.

　　 "For the sake of you and my colleague who destroy the world, if you honestly hand over the long love flower now, and then give me this person named Yang Jian, I can spare you not to die." Zhan Fei said coldly.

　　 Monsoon Smoke said: "What if I don't?"

　　 "Those who disobey the princess's orders..."

　　 "Dead!"

　　 Zhan Fei's low voice is full of murderous intent.

　　, Ling He and the others had already burst into cold sweats all over their bodies. They knew they were invincible, but they were all prepared. Before Zhan Fei took the shot, they all rushed to save Monsoon Smoke.

　　 Gong Zhengyu frowned lightly, and looked at the scene in front of him with complicated eyes.

　　"Oh? Then you're going to kill me." Monsoon Smoke is not scared, and his smile remains.

　　 No one noticed, the clusters of blood-colored flowers dripping under her feet quietly sank into the hard marble ground, disappearing without a trace.

　　 "Then don't blame me for being impolite!" Zhan Fei snorted coldly, and the hand holding the gun suddenly pulled back, accumulating his energy to give this lifeless little girl a fatal blow!

　　 Almost at the same time, monsoon smoke draws a circle out of thin air with fingers hanging beside him...

　　然!

　　 At this volatile moment, a dark figure suddenly jumped between the two!

　　 "Don't be rude!" A cold drink echoed in the hall as the black shadow appeared.

　　 Some familiar sounds made Zhan Fei’s shot that was about to be shot suddenly froze in the air.

　　 Monsoon Smoke looked at the black-clothed man who appeared suddenly.

　　 It was a cruel young man who looked about twenty-seven or eighteen years old, dressed in light black armor and a black longbow on his back.

　　"Xuanwei?" Zhan Fei looked at the black-clothed man who suddenly appeared in shock, an ominous premonition suddenly spread in his heart.

　　The young man in black clothes who was called Xuanwei glanced at Zhan Fei indifferently, "In front of the national teacher, you dare to be so rude?"

　　 Zhan Fei's hand holding the gun trembled suddenly.

　　 Su Lingling and Lei Min’s hearts even mentioned their throats in an instant.

　　 Almost at the moment when the black-clothed youth's voice fell to the ground, the three of them turned their heads together, and suddenly saw a pure white figure standing at the entrance of the hall!

　　 The three of them did not hesitate at all, and immediately knelt on one knee, cold sweat oozing from their backs, and the sound of kneeling was crisp.

　　 "Meet the national teacher!"

　　, with a trembling voice, echoed in the hall.

　　 Monsoon Smoke raised his eyes slightly, looked at the pure white figure in doubt, and his eyes trembled for an instant.

　　 That is a handsome and suffocating beautiful man, wearing a white robe with golden silk piping, outlines the majestic but not luxurious clothes, an ink hair looks under the plain clothes Even more eye-catching, he just stood quietly in front of the door, but seemed to suppress everything in the world, like a bright moon in the dark night, exuding a deserted and elegant brilliance, making people... unable to look away.

　　 Guo Shi, Star Tower.

　　In the empire, the true spiritual leader is the emperor, and he is allowed to give him three points.

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