Immortal Voices

"Ding Dong" sounded a crisp voice.

Rong Xian looked down, but saw that the silver needle that had made her unable to do anything was thrown to the ground by the water spirit beads, and half of the heavy water on the silver needle had disappeared.

Rong Xian stretched out her hand, and Shui Lingzhu fell into her palm well.

She turned the water spirit bead to take a closer look, and smiled lowly: "It's useful."

She can sense that the half drop of mysterious heavy water is in the water spirit beads. If she wants to call, she can call them through the water spirit beads.

Rong Xian folded her hands and took up the water spirit beads, and the spirit disappeared in the sea of ​​consciousness.

When she opened her eyes, the doctors in the partial room were still arguing.

Rong Xian looked sideways, and saw Rong Yu sitting on the couch with her back to her, her body tightly guarded.

Rong Xian smiled with raised eyebrows: "Yuer looks like a great enemy. I haven't seen it for a long time."

When Rong Yu heard Rong Xian's voice, her body suddenly relaxed.

He turned back, with a fear on his face, "Master, you scared me."

Rong Xian sat up from the bed and tilted her head and smiled, "Don't be afraid, you have to get used to it."

Rong Yu's face turned black, shouldn't it be ‘do n’t be afraid, you wo n’t be in the future? ‘What do you mean by getting used to it? !!

"Let Master Feng disperse the doctors, don't make Qinghai County stir up." Rong Xian said slowly.

Rong Yu nodded, stood up and walked towards the side of the house.

But for a moment, the noisy partial room was quiet.

"Teacher, Master Feng, Master Tong and Master Zhang, please." Rong Yu said at the door.

Rong Xian leaned back and leaned on the pillow.

She whispered, "Yun."

With permission, Rong Yu walked in with three adults, Feng Tai, Tong An and Zhang Yi.

"His courtesy, please Your Royal Highness," the three saluted respectfully.

Rong Xian smiled shallowly: "No courtesy."

The three looked at each other and pleaded guilty in unison: "The oversight by the officials has caused His Highness to be frightened and guilty."

"It's no wonder you guys, it's just that you're wrong. Let's get up." Rong Xian's lips were up, looking at them with a forgiving smile, like a warm spring wind, blowing across the earth.

Feng Tai and the three immediately stood upright. Now that His Royal Highness has made it clear that they will not blame them, they will not go foolishly to ask His Highness to punish him.

Rong Xian seemed to think of something, and asked Feng Tai: "How was Yan Fangfei's trial?"

Feng Tai busyly said: "After returning to Your Royal Highness, the court officials have made it clear that Yan Fangfei came to her Highness to challenge her, and no one directed it."

"That's good." Rong Xian smiled a little comfortably: "I knew I didn't have so many enemies."

Feng Tai didn't know how to pick it up. If he counted his enemies, his enemies would no longer count.

"Where is Yan Fangfei?" Rong Xian asked casually.

Feng Tai: "She is still in jail."

"Since it's a misunderstanding, let it go. It's really heartbreaking that you can't bear to be imprisoned by a charming girl." Rong Xian said slowly, almost in an aria.

Feng Tai strained his face: "... Chen let people let her go."

After dealing with the concerns, Rong Xian waved his hand and said, "Come on, I want to take a break."

"No." Feng Tai and others immediately retreated.

Rong Yu thought for a while, walked out of the door, and stood at the door.

In the room, Rong Xian suddenly struck a sword in his eyes: "It's time to win."

In Northern Zhao Ziyun Dojo, Fu Yuhuang and Le Zhe had a good time.

She raised her hand and threw the sword out. Le Zhe pushed her hands in front of her, and the strong Yuanli blocked the sword's edge.

He shouted loudly, and Ziyun wrapped his palm in his right hand, and patted the sword back with a backhand palm.

Fu Yuhuang fell down backwards, raised her right foot and kicked the sword, and the sword flew up to Le Zhe again.

The long sword pierced Le Zhe's energy with boundless might, Fu Yuhuang threw the gourd into the air, and the figure flashed. People have come to Le Zhe.

Her palm fluttered lightly on Le Zhe's chest, Le Zhe's face turned white, and she stepped back a few steps.

Fu Yuhuang was a little tiptoe, flying in midair and kicking Le Zhe.

Le Zhe slammed the palms of his hands down, and Xianyuan Power emerged from his body, blocking Fu Yuhuang's attack.

Fu Yuhuang laughed loudly, moved her mind, and the long sword whispered, and quickly came to Fu Yuhuang's hand.

As soon as Fu Yuhuang grasped the sword, her body turned, but she didn't see how she moved. The sword was already on Le Zhe's neck.

At this time, the wine gourd also fell down.

Fu Yuhuang raised his hand to catch it, drank a few sips, and said highly, "Happy, kid, you played with me, and I'll invite you to drink next time."

She laughed, and people were standing on the sword and flying deep into the void.

The strong wind blew her long hair robe. She did not use Yuanli to isolate it, but let the cold wind slap on her body.

Messy dancing, she sighed loudly: "Yi Ye, the rich man who picks. The gentleman has wine, taste it ..."

She took another sip of wine and tried to wave away a little bit of regret, but the wine by her mouth was more bitter than ever.

Because she wanted to invite the drinker, but it was never possible to invite, how to not let her regret.

Looking at the free and unrestrained figure, Le Zhe coughed a few times, and there was a hint of blood stained in the corners of her mouth, which looked like she was committing suicide by biting her tongue.

Deep in his eyes, he was envious or jealous, and stroked his chest for a moment.

"Fu Yuhuang ...?" He murmured.

Singing with swords, happily resentful, coming and going like the wind, arrogant and arrogant, this kind of living method is really enviable.

"Are you tempted?" The woman in the summer suit walked slowly to him, and asked gazing at the distance.

Le Zhe shook his head and said, "I don't know. I just have an inexplicable feeling."

He looked up at the blue sky and white clouds, and smiled suddenly: "I want to live like her."

"You know, we can't do it, and the Taoist doesn't allow me to wait so freely." The woman said softly.

Why isn't she envious in her heart, but the phrase 'involuntarily' is not to say.

In the afternoon, the rankings were updated.

Fu Yuhuang jumped from the 137th place to the 126th place. With the early repair of Dixian, he defeated the great and successful Le Zhe of Dixian. A strong man couldn't help paying attention to her.

At this time, in the Jingjing and Taiwei government halls, Bai Muli, who had just returned from visiting the department, was greeted by the oncoming woman.

"Brother, don't you want me?" Bai Mu's uneasy voice softened in the centrifugal.

Bai Muli is very handsome, with deep eyebrows, clear outlines, and thin lips giving a sense of indifference, yet **** and seductive.

"What nonsense, when did I say I don't want you?" Seeing the woman cry like a cat, he reached out and gently wiped her tears. Her movements were gentle and careful. Such a unique gentleness made the woman blush and her head Buried directly into his arms.