Listen to the king's order

"What about Master?" Jiang Qichen stared at Xuan Feng with a gloomy expression, "Where did you hide Master again?"

With a smile on Xuanfeng's lips, he stretched out his hand to stroke a bunch of silver threads, rubbed them in the palm of his hand, and said lightly: "Xuanyu is stubborn, he refuses to tell me where the master is hiding, so I call him Go down and accompany Master in person."

Jiang Qichen was shocked when he heard the words, although he had already prepared for the worst, but he still couldn't believe it when he heard it with his own ears.He slapped his palm on the ice table, and there was a circle of cracks on the table: "Did you kill Master?"

Xuanfeng didn't seem to notice Jiang Qichen's anger, and said indifferently: "Master liked Xuanyu the most during his lifetime, and Xuanyu was the most loyal disciple of Master. He died voluntarily, not because I forced him."

"You!" Jiang Qichen swung his palm in front of Xuanfeng, but his internal strength was blocked right now, this palm not only had no deterrent effect, but was clamped by Xuanfeng in the air.

Xuanfeng grabbed Jiang Qichen's wrist, and suddenly narrowed his eyes sharply: "I have been thinking just now, with your intelligence, it is impossible not to guess the whole story, you have told me so much here because you want to Delaying time until your internal strength recovers?"

Jiang Qichen's body froze, he tried hard to grab his hand, but he didn't pull it out.

Xuanfeng said in a deep voice: "The Jiang family's pleading talisman is on Lu Ming."

What he said was not a question, but a very firm statement: "You are sure that I can't find a plea on you, and I like Lu Ming, and I won't use him to threaten you, that's why you are so calm .”

"But it's different if the life talisman is on Lu Ming." Xuanfeng let go of his hand, and let out a sneer from his nose: "I'm not willing to touch him, but I'm not that kind to you."

Xuanfeng walked up to Jiang Qichen's side, and suddenly stretched out his hand to pull down his skirt.On Jiang Qichen's chest, the freshly healed scar came into view.

Jiang Qichen grabbed Xuanfeng's fingertips that kept rubbing against his wound, and said in a cold voice, "Think about it, if this is the case, you will tear off your hypocritical mask with your own hands and show Ming'er."

Xuanfeng smiled lowly: "I brought you back, do you think Lu Ming will trust me again?"

Jiang Qichen's expression froze, and he swung his palms to fight Xuanfeng.Although his internal strength is limited, his body skills are still there, and there is absolutely no reason for him to be controlled by others for no reason.

Xuanfeng intentionally played with Jiang Qichen, he didn't use exercises, he just relied on his hand skills to fight with him, in an instant he had done a hundred and eighty moves with his bare hands, the two of them were evenly matched, they were indistinguishable.

Xuanfeng intends to continue, but he thinks that Lu Ming is about to arrive, so he takes the lead in dying.A ball of black lotus rose from his palm, and while Jiang Qichen was blocking with his backhand, it mercilessly hit Jiang Qichen's chest.

Jiang Qichen felt a sharp pain in his chest, and a fishy sweetness trickled down the corner of his mouth, dripping onto Lu Ming's white fox fur, and disappeared in an instant.His eyes were flickering, his hands were tightly clenched on the armrest of the recliner, and he held his breath so as not to faint.

The skin and flesh are not broken, but it seems that he has suffered internal injuries.Jiang Qichen felt that he was really unlucky. He was hit by a cold arrow at the same place, then stabbed by Lu Ming, and hit by Xuanfeng's palm just two days later.

He rubbed his chest and leaned back on the chair, frowning tightly.

What should we do now?Xuanfeng is obviously not a character to be fooled with. If Lu Ming sees him like this, he doesn't need Xuanfeng to speak at all, and he will obediently hand over the life request talisman to him.

"You don't need to think about countermeasures anymore," Xuanfeng sat on the lotus seat leisurely, and sealed Jiang Qichen's acupuncture points all over his body with a burst of energy.He closed his eyes slightly, and said in a low voice: "How much Lu Ming values ​​you, don't you know? Your Jiang family's pleading talisman is already in my pocket."

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With howling winds, the flaming horse passed through the endless snow-colored desert, and finally stopped in front of a snow-covered mansion.

Lu Ming quickly got off his horse, ignoring the Xuanjia guards who stepped forward to salute, and walked straight into the gate of the mansion.

Along the way, Lu Ming's neatly braided black hair had already been blown away by the cold wind, and his palm was also scratched due to holding the rein tightly for a long time.But he didn't seem to realize it, it was clearly winter, but there were big drops of sweat streaming down his chin on his face.

As soon as he entered the door, Lu Ming pulled a purple guard casually, and said coldly, "Where is the Lord?"

Lu Ming was already very anxious right now, and he didn't know whether the chill on his body was brought back from the icy and snowy field outside, or it was radiated from the inside out by himself, making people tremble even three steps away.

Ziwei flinched in shock from the chill, and didn't dare to look directly at Lu Ming. Just as he was about to speak, a sarcasm came from behind him.

"Yo, I thought it was someone who came back, it turned out to be our third young master."

Lu Ming subconsciously looked towards the source of the sound, but saw a woman wearing a dark green veil and a green veil on her face. The woman's eyes beyond the green veil were full of disdain and hatred. Looking carefully, the woman's left arm Empty, the sleeves fluttered by the breeze in the courtyard.

The woman was the Tsing Yi Dharma protector, Luo Sha, who was cut off by Lu Ming angrily that day.

Lu Ming only glanced at her indifferently, and grabbed Ziwei's arm: "Tell me, where is the Lord?"

"In...in the cold room..."

As soon as he let go of his hand, Ziwei, who lost his grip, staggered back a few steps before he managed to stand still.

Luo Sha's figure flashed, and she quickly stood in front of Lu Ming. The iron fan in her hand fell, and she said strangely: "What is the third young master in a hurry to find the Lord? It's rare to come back. Why don't you talk to me first?"

With a sullen face, Lu Ming looked at Luo Sha coldly: "Get out of the way."

"Tsk tsk tsk, look at you, can't wait to find your lover?" Luosha teased: "The third young master is an upright man after all, he is so willing to commit himself to others, and he is in a hurry to replace others Warm the bed...hahahahaha."

Luo Sha did not hide the contempt in her eyes, and the obscene words and charming laughter filled Lu Ming's ears like a file.

Lu Ming clenched his fists tightly, the veins on his forehead popped out, he gritted his teeth and said, "If you say another dirty word, I chopped off your arm five years ago, and today I chopped off the second."

Xingyan stared slightly, Luosha stared at Lu Ming angrily, and sarcastically said without fear: "Foul words? A man rushes to send someone to sleep, and you are arrogant? Want to cut my hand? Are you still doing it now? Can you lift the sword? Oh, I almost forgot, isn’t it your lover who made you unable to lift the sword? People treat you like this, if I were you, I would let the lord torture him, but you With deep affection..."

The cold hand suddenly strangled Luosha's neck, and Lu Ming said coldly: "I didn't kill you because I lost control and chopped off your arm to feel guilty that day, but it doesn't mean that I can allow you to do it again and again. And those below three commit crimes."

Lu Ming's fingertips gradually tightened, and Luo Sha's exposed forehead was already full of blood, and the only remaining hand kept clasping Lu Ming's palm, but failed to move a bit.

"The Golden Lotus Sect doesn't need a useless one-armed guardian." Lu Ming's cold voice seemed to be giving an ultimatum to Luosha.

"Third brother!" A sudden hand climbed onto Lu Ming's struggling arm, and Luo Ying appeared out of nowhere: "Luo Sha has no intention of contradicting, third brother is merciful!"

Lu Ming squinted at Luo Ying, loosened his grip, and threw Luo Sha onto Luo Ying.

As soon as she broke free from the restraint, Luosha held her neck and coughed heart-piercingly. Lu Ming stared at her coldly: "Today is your fate. You'd better take a detour when you see me from now on. Otherwise, Even if I can't lift the sword now, it will definitely make it impossible for you to live or die."

After speaking, Lu Ming shook off the fox fur on his body, and walked straight to the cold room.

An urgent sound of footsteps came from far and near, Xuanfeng on the lotus seat slowly opened his gentle eyes, and with a flick of his long sleeves rolled Jiang Qichen onto the ice bed behind him.

Before the sharp pain in Jiang Qichen's chest dissipated, his back hit the hard ice bed, and the chill instantly swept over his limbs and bones under the impact, making him forget the pain for a while.

The palms were pressed against the ice beneath his body, and the biting coldness almost drowned Jiang Qichen. Even if his internal strength was limited, he felt that he couldn't bear it. Lu Ming had his internal strength deprived by him, so how could he endure it on this ice bed? A whole year of...

"Minger..." His lips moved slightly, and Jiang Qichen called out soundlessly.

The door of the cold room was pushed open from the outside, Jiang Qichen turned his head slightly and met Lu Ming's eyes.With just one glance, he saw unstoppable pity and panic in Lu Ming's eyes.

The overwhelming cold came from all directions, Jiang Qichen clearly saw that Lu Ming couldn't help shivering, but Lu Ming didn't stop for a moment, he walked towards him firmly and powerfully.

Lu Mingrumo's eyes were stung by Jiang Qichen's pale face and the red dripping from the fox fur. He had already tried his best to catch up, but it was still too late to hurt him.

Lu Ming shouted tremblingly: "My lord."

The figure on Xuanfeng Seat didn't move, and the warm palm wind passed by Lu Ming's shoulder, but hit the door of the cold room.

The door—slammed shut.

"Lu Ming, you've let me down." Xuanfeng said calmly, a icicle appeared from his palm upwards, and when it landed on Lu Ming's face, it nailed into Jiang Qichen's right shoulder without hesitation.

"My lord, don't—"

Jiang Qichen snorted, his brows furrowed, and bright red flowers bloomed on the snow-white skirt.

Lu Ming couldn't stop him in time, his face was full of pain, as if the blow had landed on him just now, he wanted to step forward, but was hit on the knee by Xuanfeng's palm, and he immediately knelt down.

"My lord, don't hurt him..." Lu Ming begged in a low voice, but he couldn't move his eyes away from Jiang Qichen: "My lord, I failed to fulfill your entrustment, you have to punish me, don't punish him. Do it..."

Xuanfeng's face was calm, and he said in a deep voice: "Lu Ming, is the Jiang family's pleading talisman on you?"

"I……"

Lu Ming paused. He looked at Jiang Qichen, but he clearly saw a stern look in Jiang Qichen's eyes. He was telling Lu Ming not to speak.

Another icicle jumped up, Xuanfeng said calmly: "You don't have much time to think about it."

As soon as the words fell, Bing Ling instantly sank into Jiang Qichen's lower abdomen.

"don't want--"

Lu Ming watched helplessly, but his outstretched hand could only tremble in mid-air.

Under Jiang Qichen was the bed of ice that made Lu Ming's life worse than death for a year, but at this moment, Lu Ming looked at Jiang Qichen who was bleeding from his body, and suddenly felt that the year that had caused him pain was not half as difficult as it is now.

"Lu Ming, don't you hate him? I'm helping you."

Lu Ming shook his head frantically. He desperately wanted to move forward, but he was always restrained by an invisible force, preventing him from moving forward.

"My lord, I don't hate him anymore, I don't hate him anymore. Can you let him go, please, please let him go."

"Then hand over the pleading talisman." Xuan Feng finally turned his face cold, his usual gentle face seemed to be covered with a layer of frost as thick as a thousand feet, which made people feel eerie in the bottom of their hearts.

With his thin lips slightly parted, Jiang Qichen endured the pain in his body, and silently said "no" to Lu Ming.

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Sexy Lu Lu, save her husband online...