The male god of quick time travel, don't trick me anymore

Chapter 129 The General’s Little Wife (24)

"What are you waiting for? Get it for me!"

The voice did not fluctuate, but it was not angry.

She saw the young woman holding the old hag back a step.

Then, in the blink of an eye, dozens of people dressed in black put their swords under their heads.

Feng Ruyi admitted that she was frightened.

Moreover, he didn't dare to move his hands and feet.

The murderous aura she had never seen on the people in front of her was many times better than the top killers in Suyi Pavilion, the killer pavilion she had built with her own hands.

She thought, perhaps fifty Suyi Pavilion killers could barely match one of them.

If she made the slightest move, the head on her neck would probably stay in another place.

The queen mother patted Zhuang Yi's arm lightly.

This time he didn't smile, and narrowed his eyes: "Yong'an, why is this so?"

But he didn't ask the people who gathered around him to retreat.

"Feng Ruyi."

"The servant girl is here."

She is still neither humble nor overbearing, even under the siege of so many masters, she still does not change her face.

Only then did the Queen Mother really feel a sense of fear.

Sure enough, this was only a little bit in line with those rumors.

"you"

"Forget it, you guys, just send her to Jingci Temple, and a hand letter will be sent later."

"The Queen Mother."

Feng Ruyi suddenly raised her head, her face full of disbelief.

How dare she, really, really dare to do this to the daughter of a hero like her?
Isn't she afraid that her father and king will rebel?

One-fifth of Daxia's military power is in the hands of her father!
The Queen Mother waved her hand directly.

In the blink of an eye, a secret guard tore off his clothes and stuffed it into her mouth without any refusal.

"uuuuuu"

She finally panicked, no, she can't, she still knows where Jingci Temple is.

Not only is there a princess living there, but she is also enshrined by the royal incense. The Mrs. Jing'an inside is a master of Taoism who has lived for an unknown number of years.

The heavy troops deployed there can be compared with the guards of the imperial city.

Except for the royals, it is tantamount to--imprisonment

No matter how unwilling she was, she could only be taken away without any resistance.

"Okay, you guys get up."

"Grandmother here."

"Yong'an, you can go back too, I'm tired of mourning."

Zhuang Yi thought for a while, today's decision is indeed a bit disrespectful to King Ning, and I am afraid that there will be future affairs, and since the always calm Queen Mother dares to make such an order, she thinks she has a plan in mind.

"Yong'an resigned."

Zhuang Yi waited for a few days, but Ning Wang still didn't respond.

"Hey, tell me, when will King Ning take any action?"

"I don't know."

"His beloved daughter has been imprisoned by the Queen Mother to Jingci Nunnery, so it's possible that the prince really didn't react at all?"

"Ah."

"If he wants to find a way to get his daughter out, where is the most likely way to start?"

"do not know."

"you!"

Zhuang Yi was angry.

He picked up a random handful of books on the desk and threw them at the man leaning on the floppy who was reading a book.

Don't tell me, he might be too absorbed in watching it.

This blow was not caught.

It hit the corner of his eye straight.

"Hey, be careful."

Her reminding voice stopped abruptly.

He looked at his hands in disbelief.

Between the middle finger and index finger of that hand, the book she had just thrown was firmly clamped.

"you"

This is only so... so little distance from his face, how on earth did he do it.

No, in the previous world, although most of the monks were orthodox cultivators, they had also heard of people who practiced in other worlds, entered Taoism through martial arts, and broke through the realm after practicing martial arts to the Mahayana realm.

This person is now comparable to the speed of a cultivator, shouldn't he
(End of this chapter)