The little cutie mixed in with the slime group

High-latitude advanced civilization, the ten families have multiplied for countless years, and they have all developed into their own civilization.

At this moment, when the ancestor died, they were all dumbfounded and stunned...

This is the most powerful group of people they have explored in today's universe, except for the emperor.

Dead, dead, who dares.

It is absolutely impossible for a reincarnated emperor. You must know that the emperor has been reincarnated many times, and the elders didn't just wipe out this time.

Especially the reincarnation of the emperor is still at a low latitude, an area where there are not even [-]th-level powerhouses.

In an instant, the entire high-latitude advanced civilization was panicked.

It's terrible, if the enemy can kill the ancestors, then they will be powerless to resist.

In the imperial palace deep in the starry sky, the ear-piercing siren blared instantly, and the guards guarding the underground palace rushed towards the meeting hall in an instant...

The conference hall is empty, deep, and dead silent...

On the throne, the head with closed eyes lifted its eyelids slightly at this moment, and a sigh echoed in the empty meeting hall.

In an instant, blood gushed out from the flask connected to the bottom of the skull.

Under the head nailed to the throne, countless blood vessels began to grow and spread.

It doesn't look fast, but in the blink of an eye, a human body is completed from blood vessels to bones to muscles to skin.

Opening his eyes, Qin Feng frowned, and a black silver robe appeared on his body instantly.

He said something quiet.

In an instant, the piercing sirens of the entire imperial palace disappeared instantly.

After the world was quiet, Qin Feng raised his hand and drew out the golden sword between his brows. At this moment, looking at this golden sword, love seemed to overflow from his eyes...

The wound between the eyebrows shrunk quickly and disappeared.

Flicking the sword with his fingertips, Qin Feng said with a low smile, "It's time to wake up Yin Luo, or I should be called Xiao Yuanyuan."

After the words fell, the golden sword instantly burst into light.

What appeared in Qin Feng's hands was not a naked and beautiful young man, but a slime cub about the size of a steamed bun.

It squatted in Qin Feng's palm, its big eyes blinked, and its expression was extremely innocent!

I couldn't digest too many memories flooding my mind for a while.

It's all about, I am Yin Luo, and Xiao Yuanyuan is my soul, but now, it's too ridiculous, I'm still a sword, I'm actually a sword.

I was expelled directly?

This time is too unacceptable.

Qin Feng looked at the big slime in his hand, and rubbed his eyebrows helplessly. Is he shy, or is he shy?

At this moment, a large number of guards rushed into the meeting hall, looking at the handsome young man on the throne.

With a scream, he didn't dare to make a move at all, and fled crazily outside.

But it's too late. The direct descendants of these ten families use the emperor's blood to cultivate every year. The speed is fast, but if they eat other people's blood, they will spit it out one day...

So at this moment, countless blood left their bodies like silk ribbons fluttering, turning into blood mist and rushing towards Qin Feng.

The moment Qin Feng put the shy big slime on his shoulders and stood up, his whole body was surrounded by golden mist, and his strength instantly improved from the original level 21!

Lying on Qin Feng's shoulders was Yin Luo and Xiao Yuanyuan.

He has no hands or feet, and he doesn't care about his current situation. His mind is in a mess, with Yin Luo's memory, Xiao Yuanyuan's memory, and the sealed memory from the past.

He only remembers one thing now, Yin Luo who squatted on Qin Feng's shoulder cooed loudly.

Humans, humans, go back quickly, go back quickly, those guys will kill all the humans...

Finally, why do I worry about this with a sword? I'm sorry, I don't admit that I am a heartless sword with no emotions. I am Yin Luo, a human being, and Xiao Yuanyuan, a slime.

The only thing is it's not a sword that doesn't have cold feelings!

Reaching out to touch Xiao Yuanyuan on his shoulder, Qin Feng smiled and said, "You want to use that name, Yin Luo, Xiao Yuanyuan, or Jianwei."

"Yin Luo, I use Yin Luo." The slime squatting on Qin Feng's shoulder cooed loudly.

It turned into a beautiful young man in the golden light, reaching out to hold the hand of his beloved major general, wearing a golden robe with complicated patterns on his body, which was the favorite set of clothes of the former sword guard.

But Yin Luo and his disgust, gold, gold, the color of an upstart.

Whether black is ugly or white is ugly, this kind of aesthetics actually likes shiny things!

Qin Fenghui held the hand of the young man he loved, while pulling the young man forward for thousands of miles.

At this moment, countless golden blood mist emerged from the countless troops arranged by the Ten Families, rushing towards Qin Feng who was advancing all the way.

Turning his head, Qin Feng found the young man with a disgusted face, and said helplessly: "Don't dislike your own body, do you think you are just a sword? That is the spine extracted from my body. It was forged. If you despise yourself, don’t you despise me.”

Yin Luo looked at the man in front of him foolishly.

You, you, I have nothing to say.

I'm a sword, I'm still your spine, I, don't I have something of my own?

Guessing what the young man was thinking at this time, Qin Feng smiled lowly: "Why not? Thoughts and souls are all your own. Everything I provide is just external substances. Souls and thoughts are born by yourself and belong to You are not taken away."

Yin Luo, who was being dragged away, was surrounded by countless golden mist, and his strength leaped from the sub-god level to the god level.

He glanced over and was extremely shocked.

"Is all this a game you arranged, they, they turned into mummies..." Yin Luo felt incredible, how many lives were there?

Qin Feng glanced at the numerous battleships and spaceships that had problems, collided, and sparks burst out because no one was controlling them. The scene was very lively...

"If you don't use the emperor's blood to practice, you will be fine. If you use the emperor's blood to practice, you will be the descendant of the traitor, and you will die without guilt." Qin Feng smiled lowly.

Play game, no I didn't.

I just want to find a lover who is worthy of me in this lonely snow-like world.

But after searching for countless years, as the seal of the emperor, I still haven't found a person I like, my heart is too empty, I'm bored, I want epic love!

But no, I can't find the object.

Later, Feng thought about it, but I couldn't find it, so I ordered one myself.

Seeing all the people in the world, Di Junfeng felt that there was no one who could accompany him like himself, so he began to make a spiritual sword.

A spirit born from myself, that must be worthy of myself.

So the sword was made, and the spirit was raised.

But after all, this is not a human being, not a natural soul, something is missing, the sword guard is flawed.

For example, his sword guard is powerful and smart, but he just doesn't call his master, he is cold and heartless, just like a machine.

So the boring emperor, in a difficult situation, my sword, my customized lover, what should he do if he has no feelings?

After thinking about it, I was a bit of a second-year emperor, and I went through all the supernatural cultivation methods of all ethnic groups.

So I decided to start a preparation for cultivating the soul. My sword guard's soul is incomplete, it doesn't matter, I will accompany him to reincarnate until my sword guard's soul is complete and he knows how to love.

Of course, the powerful and intelligent Di Junfeng, he is not stupid, he is just a bit of a middle school student.

Once he fell into a deep sleep and reincarnated, those courtiers who were subdued and suppressed by his powerful strength would probably betray...

Instead of being passive, it's better to take the initiative to help these guys tear their faces.

So Feng, who was in the second grade, started planning, and some news came out that as long as he got the emperor's blood to practice, he would have a chance to break through the twentieth level. It didn't take long for the ten families to betray together!

And once the Ten Clans use the Emperor Blood, I'm sorry, you won't be able to break through to level [-] in this lifetime.

Qin Feng raised his hand and rubbed his forehead, this strong man named Feng.

He is strong and smart, but no matter how you look at it, he is in the second stage of middle school, like a boy who hasn't grown up yet!

I don't know where it came from. In this universe, there should be no existence above level [-].

It's hard to say, Feng's memories don't include his childhood memories.

It may have been forgotten for a long time, or it may have lost its memory.

But all of this doesn't matter, holding the hand in the palm of his hand, Qin Feng is satisfied at this moment.

When you have a lover, you have a home, your heart is filled, and it's time to live a good life.

Behind him is the constantly exploding high-latitude space.

Like the release of bright fireworks, Qin Feng's strength is also constantly improving.

Originally at the pinnacle of the level, level 21, a god-level existence.

Now, Qin Feng knows that this level is not the limit, and can be surpassed, so Di Junfeng, who is in the second grade, is quite smart. He once again sent himself to a new height, level 22, the level of a god king.

Twenty-level demigods, 21-level gods, 22-level god kings...

After spending [-] million years, the number of people who help practice is at least more than one trillion!

This is really amazing!

After stepping out of the high-latitude world, Qin Feng dragged Yin Luo to appear in the magic galaxy in an instant.

Looking at countless warships of advanced civilization, Qin Feng stretched out his hand to hold them. In an instant, all the warships were imprisoned by invisible forces, then collapsed inward, compressed, and finally disappeared without a trace...

Standing outside the capital of the Great Xia Empire, Yin Luo stretched out his hand.

Immediately, outside the star of the Great Xia Empire's imperial capital, the powerful energy collisions that continued to hit the white mist barrier in the clouds were directly wiped out by Yin Luo.

There are only a little skinny vagrants left, vagrants who have become as thin as fog.

Now he can't make a sound at all, but he knows that he has won and is alive, that's great!

I can finally live with my little cutie.

The mist slowly descended into the Imperial City Hotel, lying on Julian's palm and sleeping soundly. At this moment, the little ghost suddenly opened his mouth to breathe, and the mist was directly sucked into the little ghost's stomach...

Smacking and smacking his lips, the little ghost turned over and slept even more sweetly!

Yin Luo looked at the Imperial Hotel and Qin Feng and said, "Are you going to the wedding?"

Qin Feng glanced at the little ghost who fell asleep and returned to childhood, pulled the young man and said: "No, there is one less groom, and the wedding is gone."

"Then when will Julian get married?" Yin Luo asked curiously.

This little thing seems to take a long time to grow up!

Poor Julian, maybe you died, and the little ghost was not raised by you...

Qin Feng laughed when he heard this, who knows.

Just like Di Junfeng, he has tossed and tossed for countless years for a lover.

Qin Feng absolutely does not admit that he is that guy, I am Qin Feng, I am a human being, and I come from the Great Xia Empire.

But the result is good, now I have a lover, the kind of love!

Looking at the power of the souls of countless advanced civilizations that died in this star field.

Qin Feng estimated that it would probably not take too long.

Yin and I landed in this star field, and soon this place will be full of energy and become a high-latitude world...

"Then where are we going now, back to Capital Star? The Qin family has been looking for you recently." Yin Luo asked.

After Qin Feng heard it, he turned his head and scratched the tip of the young man's nose with his fingertips: "Where to go, go to the place you want to go most. The Qin family, don't worry about them."