Protector of the Country Dragon Emperor

"Asking me to commit suicide? Do you really think you've got me?"

Bu Caixian gritted his teeth and said with great anger.

Chen Yan put his hands behind his back: "Hundred Saints Pavilion? Humph, how can a place like yours in such a smoky atmosphere be worthy of a saint? It's nothing more than a self-proclaimed false saint! I came today and conveniently demolished this place of yours that is just trying to gain fame, so as not to worry about it. You continue to harm others! As for you, you injured my wife, do you think you will still have a way to survive? "

Bu Caixian's expression changed.

She herself actually knew about the various behaviors of Baisheng Pavilion. There were big problems in the behavior of each peak master, which was contrary to the saints. However, all this did not happen after she became the Pavilion Master, but happened before her. It’s been like this for a long time.

Even if she wanted to change, she couldn't.

Because it is too difficult to become a saint, and those who have not become saints, their combat effectiveness is much lower than others, such as sword cultivation, physical cultivation, and magic cultivation. In order to survive, the paths that everyone is taking now have some righteousness. Also evil.

"Maybe you're right, but I won't sit still and wait for death!"

After Bu Caixian thought about these things, he suddenly said in a stiff tone.

Chen Yan stopped talking and pointed out gently.

The strength of this Bu Caixian was not as good as that of Xie Yue, the great elder of the Blood Moon Society whom he had captured before. He simply could not withstand Chen Yan's swipe at the sky and was wiped out in the blink of an eye.

And this time.

The originally prosperous Baisheng Pavilion was riddled with holes and turned into ruins due to the destruction of the sixteen peaks. It was indeed razed to the ground.

Chen Yan came back and asked Wang Hongluan: "Is there anything else I need to get?"

Wang Hongluan shook his head.

Her important things are all kept in the Samadhi Bookstore.

Except for some ordinary objects, there was nothing else in the cave.

But she remembered the soul of Xijie locked up in the Samadhi Bookstore.

Although only his soul was left with her now, she felt uncomfortable if he kept him for one more day. If she hadn't had no other choice, she would have killed him long ago.

Now, naturally there is no need to keep it.

"Shh-"

Xijie's soul, which was originally locked in the Samadhi Bookstore, finally came out and saw the sun again.

His spirit was shaken. Being locked up in that dark place was really torture for him. He was a genius disciple and core disciple of Baisheng Pavilion. He should have lived a life that others would envy, but in the end, he was plotted by Wang Hongluan and lost his body. , was imprisoned, and every time he thought about it, he wanted to go crazy.

But as this time passed, he became a little desperate.

However, now he is outside again and is no longer restrained.

"I am free?"

He raised his head and glanced at the sky. It was such a free air. Then he saw Wang Hongluan with blood stains on his body. He immediately burst out laughing: "Bitch, has the matter been exposed and you have to let me out? What's wrong with you?" The injury was caused by the master's beating, right? Damn bitch, you also know that today..."

Speaking of here.

He suddenly realized something was wrong.

He didn't recognize any of the people standing next to Wang Hongluan.

Look around again, where is this?

I don’t recognize him at all!

There were so many corpses lying on the ground. Judging from the clothes they were wearing, they were all from Baisheng Pavilion. He panicked: "Wang Hongluan, where did you take me? You actually killed so many people from Baisheng Pavilion. Disciple, you...are you conspiring with your master to judge the sect?"

Wang Hongluan looked at him: "The Baisheng Pavilion is gone, the leader Bu Caixian is dead, and your master Lu Shihong is also dead."

"what?"

"Now it is your turn!"

"No no no..."

Xijie wanted to say something more, but was sucked away by a suction force.

He fell into Chen Yan's hands.

"You... who are you?"

Chen Yan looked at him coldly, with a cold look on his face. He didn't even have the mood to say a word to him. The reason why he didn't crush him to death as soon as he appeared was because he wanted him to experience the feeling of despair. Now he felt it After that, you can hit the road.

"Zizzi-"

Lightning flashed.

The soul was extinguished.

Wang Hongluan quietly stretched out a hand and grabbed Chen Yan's hand.

This action was seen by several women present, and everyone had different thoughts. Zhu Feiran pretended not to see it, and Fairy Zixia was a little envious. She did not have the courage to do such an intimate action in public right now. As for the young woman Zhao, she looked at Wang Hongluan with great interest, but there was still a little respect in her eyes.

The Demon Lord's wife is also her master.

"Miss, you were injured just now. I have a Azure Blood Fruit here that is specially used to heal injuries. After eating it, the injury will recover quickly." The young woman Zhao took out a red fruit with a natural texture on it, like A wonderful picture.

Wang Hongluan was startled: "You..."

The young woman Zhao said: "Oh, I haven't introduced myself yet. I am the young master's bed warmer... no, my personal maid."

Fairy Zixia was startled when she heard this. Isn't it right? I should be the one to warm the bed, okay? You are so old, why are you still taking my job? Can you please give me some face?

Wang Hongluan was also slightly stunned, glanced at the young woman Zhao, and quietly pinched his hand with her nails. The meaning was self-evident.

Chen Yan immediately said: "Honey, don't get me wrong, she is joking! This is the grandma of the Demon Kingdom's National Master. She lives as long as heaven. She is my ancestor. How can she be my maid?"

"what--?"

Wang Hongluan's face turned slightly red.

The young woman Zhao curled her lips in dissatisfaction: "Master, you don't have to call me that old, right? And we have agreed before that I am your personal maid who is dedicated to protecting you, but I don't need to warm the bed for the time being."

"..."

You are deliberately trying to kill me!

Wang Hongluan looked at the fruit in his hand and asked, "Then I'll call you Senior Zhao. Can this fruit be used by my master?"

The young woman Zhao frowned slightly: "This is...a bit of a waste."

If you weren't the Demon Lord's wife, I really wouldn't want to take it out.

This is something that even money can't buy.

Seeing her troubled expression, the young woman Zhao quickly said, "Miss, don't call me senior in the future. Let your master eat this fruit, and I'll give you another one."

Wang Hongluan was pleasantly surprised: "Thank you, Aunt Zhao."

The young woman Zhao looked confused and said softly: "Just call me Sister Zhao, or you can call me Xiao Zhao."

The corners of Zixia's beautiful mouth twitched fiercely.

I thought to myself: You are tens of thousands of years old, and you still have the nerve to let others call you Xiao Zhao?

At the same time, Zhu Feiran quietly said: "Miss, I am the uncle of our Dragon Kingdom. You should be the eldest wife after all. Now that you have been snatched away by this woman named Wang, it is really annoying!"

Zhu Feiran shook her head slightly and said through her voice: "Don't ever have such an idea. I was the one who forced Mr. Long Guo on his head. If you really want to count, I guess I can only be ranked eighth or ninth. He is ahead of me." Those women are more important than me."

"I don't accept it! I am the most beautiful woman in the fairy world, can I only be ranked tenth?"