Villain: I will become stronger if I accept female apprentices

Too back to Dynasty?

Fang Qingqing didn't ask any questions along the way, but following the direction of the prodigal son, she also realized that the territory in front of her was the territory of the Taihui Dynasty.

Her pupils flickered, and her eyeballs rolled slightly, as if she was thinking.

"Do you know what I'm here for?"

The prodigal son Miao seemed to be aware of her confusion, and while continuing to gallop at high speed, he asked her questions. In the blink of an eye, he had already flown into the territory, past the troops and small mountain villages stationed in the fringe area.

"Come..." Fang Qingqing couldn't think of why he came here.

Based on seeing him in Shuihe Dynasty during the day, Fang Qingqing thought he was some kind of hermit. After all, he had been a killer for so many years, where hadn't he been to the south of Huaiyuan?I have never heard of a character of his size, so powerful and so young.

"Come to make friends with the royal family of the Taihui Dynasty?"

After holding back for a long time, Fang Qingqing said so, looking up at his handsome face slightly.

"Snapped!"

Unexpectedly, the prodigal son slapped her hard buttocks directly, making a loud and crisp sound, which made her gasp.

"wrong answer."

The prodigal son rubbed her after beating him.

Fang Qingqing's face was immediately filled with embarrassment. She was very ashamed of his behavior of taking advantage of her from time to time, but she was helpless.

"Friendship? Do you think that with my energy, I am a character who wants to make friends with such a top dynasty?"

"Huh?" The prodigal son pretended to be displeased, and squeezed hard.

Fang Qingqing pursed her lips so that she didn't let out another cry of shame, secretly clenched her fists slightly, and the shame on her face became even worse.

Immediately afterwards, she was immediately discouraged again, opened her fists, and confessed:

"That was not what I meant..."

"What does that mean?"

The prodigal son continued to feign displeasure, and immediately turned her body over, changing the position of hugging her into the position of holding a child to pee, with both hands supporting the junction between her thighs and thighs, holding her legs Break it apart on both sides, and let her fly with him in an extremely shameful posture.

Seeing that she was put into such a shameful posture, Fang Qingqing's face turned red immediately, a strong sense of shame welled up in her heart, and she clenched her fists tightly, unable to bear it any longer.

"What are you doing?"

She said with a face full of shame, turned her head to look at the prodigal son, and looked at him with anger and resentment.

"What? Punish you."

"Whether you did something wrong or said something wrong, you must be punished accordingly. The punishment this time is to let you be brought to your destination by me in such a shameful posture."

"you!"

"..."

"You rascal."

"You scold again? Believe it or not, I will give you to..."

"do not want!"

"Don't... please, can't I be wrong?"

"Small sample, you dare to talk back to me."

.....

After flying for a long time, the prodigal son finally stood above a magnificent palace.

He looked down at the brightly lit imperial city below, and the brightest and most resplendent palace in the center, his brows were slightly pressed, and his expression changed a little.

And Fang Qingqing in his arms has also been let go of the shameful posture at this moment, and there is still a hint of shame and fear on his face.

"Look, I'll tell you what I'm here for next." Prodigal Zimiao said to Fang Qingqing who was in his arms while his eyes lit up and he cast his probing eyes towards the palace below.

Hearing this, Fang Qingqing let go of the last trace of shame on her face, and also looked down, with a hint of expectation and doubt in her beautiful eyes.

She didn't know what the prodigal son was going to do, but at this moment, for some reason, there was an inexplicable sense of tension in her heart, as if she was about to see some big scene.

Through the probing eyes, the prodigal son saw a middle-aged man with a solemn and majestic appearance sitting in an airtight practice room in the central palace. Apart from him, there was no one else in the entire palace.

"Third level of spiritual dignity?"

He murmured in his heart, and then out of thin air, a heaven-level middle-grade jet-black long sword conjured up in his empty hand, which he held in his hand.

Seeing this, Fang Qingqing's beautiful eyes slowly widened, and the frequency of her blinking was a little faster. Looking at the high-quality long sword in the hands of the prodigal son, her heart beat faster, and there was an unbelievable feeling in her heart. idea.

Is it...

he wants...?

Before she could recover from her guess, Prodigal Ziyao raised the black long sword in his hand, immediately activated his own aura, gathered it in the long sword, and slashed it down.

Executed the first form of Ghost Sword Jue, Devil May Cry.

A stream of extremely condensed, pure golden spiritual energy condensed in the long sword burst out in an instant, turning into a huge crescent moon, illuminating the mid-air in an instant.

The sword energy that tore through the air pierced the sky with terrifying power, and killed towards the bottom at an extremely fast speed.

"Whoosh!!!!"

Almost in the blink of an eye, it had already landed on the palace below.

"boom!!!!!!!!!!!!"

With this explosive sound, Fang Qingqing realized what was happening in front of her eyes.

The beautiful eyes widened in surprise, showing a shocked expression, and the long eyelashes trembled slightly.

The vermilion lips were so wide that they could fit a fist.

"boom!!!"

Following the first explosive sound, there was a burst of explosive sound caused by the second aftermath immediately.

In an instant, dust rose everywhere, and the resplendent palace below had been turned into ruins, and a large area of ​​surrounding buildings was also slightly affected.

The prodigal son held the long sword tightly, and did not let down his vigilance. He looked at the middle-aged man in the ruins below who was injured by his blow through his probing eyes, and did not act immediately.

Immediately afterwards, a middle-aged man flew out of the ruins of the collapsed palace. His body was covered in blood, his face was full of astonishment, and his breath was a little weak. He was obviously injured by the blow of the prodigal son.

The middle-aged man looked up at the prodigal Ziyao above him, but he could not detect the prodigal Ziyao's cultivation level with his divine sense. He could only judge from this brutal and domineering blow that the prodigal Ziyao's strength was at least at the ninth level of spiritual dignity.

It was far from something he could fight against, if he hadn't had a one-time precious protective treasure, this blow would have killed half of his life.

He tried his best to restrain the panic and consternation in his heart, and shouted at the prodigal son:

"Who are you? Why do you do such a thing? Will I offend you when I return to the dynasty?"

He can see the current situation very clearly, so he can only admit it for the time being, otherwise, the palace will be destroyed, and his life will be lost.

Even though he also has confidence and hole cards, but right now he is not sure that he can use it before the prodigal son kills him.

Looking at the cowardly guy below, the prodigal son's expression did not change, and the voice containing spiritual energy came through the air, and said softly:

"If you don't want to die, and if you don't want this dynasty to be destroyed, then you can honestly answer each of my next questions."

The middle-aged man was even more astonished when he heard the words, his pupils had shrunk to the extreme and trembled violently.

He couldn't figure out why there was such a powerful existence south of Huaiyuan?Why would you shoot yourself for no reason?

This kind of thing is simply impossible, isn't it?

Even the Sub-Governor of the Assassination Pavilion has to give himself three points in the south of Huaiyuan. Who is this person?

Could it be a master from the north of Huaiyuan?

His brain was running fast, thinking about all possible possibilities, and he believed that he had never offended such a force that he could not afford to offend.

Immediately afterwards, he came back to his senses immediately, and his back was covered with cold sweat, tremblingly said:

"Okay, you ask."

"I think there may be some misunderstanding between us, Your Excellency, don't be impulsive."

Faced with his confession, the prodigal son's expression didn't change a bit, but Fang Qingqing beside him was different. The expression on his face had already changed a lot, and he hadn't recovered from the shock.

She naturally knew who the middle-aged man who was covered in blood and spoke humble words was.

The emperor of the Taihui Dynasty, Canggan.

The most powerful person in the entire south of Huaiyuan, except for the original Assassination Pavilion Sub-Governor, and the Taihui Dynasty, as the most powerful dynasty south of Huaiyuan, has a profound foundation, and the threat it can erupt is far more than just He is so simple at the third level of the spiritual realm, and his background strength is definitely stronger than the Assassination Pavilion stationed south of Huaiyuan.

However, it was such a person who was supposed to be superior and not to be offended in her heart, but was so easily frightened by the prodigal son.

In less than a day, her perception of the prodigal son had changed drastically.

From the very beginning, being molested by him felt that he was a shameless rascal.

After being rescued by him, he was shocked by his strength, and felt that he was a stinky hooligan with a handsome appearance and strong talent, but a bad personality.

Then he was grasped by his serious and domineering side, and from the bottom of his heart, he had a concept similar to that of superiors and subordinates, thinking that he was a very powerful man besides being a bit of a hooligan.

And now, seeing everything that is happening right now with her own eyes, she has a feeling of admiration for the prodigal son from the bottom of her heart. She feels that he is so powerful, so powerful that it is beyond her imagination, beyond My own cognition is completely an invisible man.

Maybe acting like a lascivious hooligan is just a deliberate disguise?

She thought wildly in her heart, and completely changed her view of the prodigal son in her heart.

I even felt a strange and distant feeling towards him. Looking at his handsome but indifferent face, my heart beat faster, and I felt very nervous for no reason. It's the kind of state showing some resentment and embarrassment.

"First question, do you know someone, his name is Li Nan."

The prodigal son naturally didn't know Fang Qingqing's mood change at the moment. He looked at the astonished middle-aged man below and asked the first question he wanted to ask.