The Devil's Wife, I Just Want to Survive

Zhang Zhongliang lowered his voice: "The emperor once said that he didn't want to see the royal family killing again. He wanted to be an innovator. He wanted to start with him, and the royal family's succession would no longer be bloody. He wanted to create a precedent and set an example for the Zhou Kingdom."

Xu Haisi raised his head: "But even so, won't the princes still die?"

"Throughout the ages, only one person can sit on the throne. Of these princes, only one can survive."

Zhang Zhongliang's eyes flickered: "The emperor doesn't want to see blood, but will blood really disappear?"

"In the next six months, these princes will either take the initiative to flee the imperial capital and go to Either hide in a remote place, or kill each other secretly in this imperial capital. "

"No matter what, when the throne is passed on, there is probably only one prince in the city."

"The fourth prince is powerful, and he has our dean among them, but the fourth prince's mother is not as strong as the sixth prince's mother. I feel that the sixth prince is more valuable."

"No matter so much, now we are all secretly supporting him. If the sixth prince is really not good enough, we can also turn against him."

A new emperor has new ministers.........

The succession of the throne... is confusing.

July 4th.

A hundred-meter flying boat is speeding above the sea of ​​clouds somewhere in Zige City.

In a room somewhere in the flying boat, the sound of ding-dong and pa-pa keeps coming out.

Soon, Huang Xiaozhu, whose hair has fallen out, ran over and knocked on the door. His voice was full of surprise: "Master, I have reached the eighth level of bone forging!"

The pa-pa sound in the room disappeared, and after a few breaths, Wang Que, wearing a sweatshirt, came out.

Looking at the bald Huang Xiaozhu in front of him, Wang Que nodded with satisfaction and said, "Not bad, it seems that you haven't been lazy these days. Since you have reached the eighth level of bone forging, let's polish it again."

Huang Xiaozhu shuddered, but still walked into the room firmly.

At this moment, there was a set of blacksmithing equipment in the room. The iron slurry in the huge furnace was red and boiling, and it seemed that something was being refined inside.

"Go up." Wang Que said, picking up a sledgehammer in his hand.

Huang Xiaozhu gritted his teeth and lay on the ironmaking table. After a while, Huang Xiaozhu's screams and the sound of broken bones were heard outside the room...........

"Miss." At the table not far away, Xiaozhu looked over here: "I heard from the king that you also refined the king in this way. Is this true?"

Mo Lingqing looked at the secret scroll in his hand without looking up, but just hummed lightly.

Xiao Zhu's body trembled and he shook his head repeatedly: "It's so scary, it hurts so much to watch, this pillar is also amazing, he can even hold it."

Half an hour later, Huang Xiaozhu was thrown into the essence and blood bucket, and the flames in the bucket were surging. It was obvious that it was not a place where ordinary people could stay.

After dealing with Huang Xiaozhu, Wang Que took out a red-hot sword from the furnace!

This was the Flowing Clouds and Mist Sword that the Grandfather Dunkong gave him. The material of this sword was extraordinary. Although it was only in the foundation building stage, it had accompanied him for a long time.

Now his spiritual cultivation realm is the early stage of Yuandan. After the transformation of the Dao body, his martial arts realm has reached the early stage of Renqiao!

And the Renqiao realm of martial arts... is equivalent to the Diqiao realm of spiritual cultivation!

However, the improvement of the Diqiao realm of martial arts... can be ignored.

For martial arts, only the Renqiao realm has the greatest improvement, and the rest are just average.

For this reason, Wang Que wants to sacrifice the Flowing Clouds and Mist Sword, which is also his first attempt at refining.

With the knowledge of "Da Yan Yao Shu", although he was unfamiliar with it at first, after three days of hammering iron, he at least made fewer mistakes now.

The sound of hammering iron rang out again.

The polished Flowing Clouds and Mist Sword was put into the spiritual liquid, and suddenly a hissing sound and white mist rolled up.

Throwing the Flowing Clouds and Mist Sword into the furnace again, Wang Que took out many refining materials and began to smelt them. He wanted to upgrade the Flowing Clouds and Mist Sword to the Lingtai Realm before reaching the Xiling Mountains!

It would be better if it could be upgraded to the Yuandan Realm, but at his current level, it might be a little unlikely.

He was hammering iron, Mo Lingqing was studying the secret method, Mei, Lan, Zhu, Ju and Huang Xiaozhu were practicing.

On the other side, Han Xianlan was drinking with Mo Yanhua, and Jue Yangnu was there too.

"Haha, Brother Yanhua is a true genius in both literary and military skills. I, Han Xianlan, only had some opportunities in my early years to cultivate to the middle stage of Yuandan. If I practiced hard, Brother Yanhua's qualifications would definitely crush me!"

Mo Yanhua ate the food with a smile: "Brother Xianlan, don't be too modest. Your reputation in our Zige City is much greater than mine."

"No, no, Brother Yanhua, you are flattering me, Han." Han Xianlan put his hand on Mo Yanhua's shoulder: "My reputation is just that of a playboy. I don't have a good reputation."

"But Brother Yanhua, you are different. You are a serious person who doesn't go to the Jiaofangsi. I can't compare with you. I can't compare with you at all."

Maybe he drank too much, Mo Yanhua was also a little drunk: "NoGo to the Music Bureau? That's because my Mo family is strict. If I wasn't the young patriarch, I would definitely want to go to cockfighting, bird-walking, and brothels to listen to music. "

"I can't help it. My father is too strict. Look at my second brother. Isn't he also a playboy?"

Han Xianlan nodded: "Alas, there are too many troubles. Who let us be the future young patriarch? Have a drink!"

Mo Yanhua picked up the wine glass: "Cheers!"

I don't know how many glasses of wine I drank. This is an ordinary spiritual wine in Zige City. The alcohol content is only six or seven degrees, which is very low.

Han Xianlan lowered his head and coughed, secretly winking at Jueyangnv.

Jueyangnv understood, and quickly got up and picked up the wine pot to start pouring wine.

Mo Yanhua took a look and said in a calm voice: "Fellow Daoist You Hong, put it down. You are a friend of Brother Wang. It is not in accordance with the rules for you to pour wine. Sit down quickly. "

Children of these big families pay great attention to rules.

Han Xianlan pulled Mo Yanhua's arm and said with a smile: "Hey, Brother Yanhua, Sister Hong needs your help, otherwise why would she be here?"

"Oh?" Mo Yanhua was stunned: "What do you need my help with? Isn't it enough to just say it? "

Jueyang girl smiled charmingly. Today she was wearing a wide-sleeved, low-cut lavender dress, and a lavender cherry blossom hairpin with flower beads on her head.

Her appearance was not the best, and her figure was not the best.

But she put on a little makeup today, and the whole person looked delicate and tender......... Secondly, she had the blessing of martial arts, and her every frown and smile was full of indescribable charm.

The clothes and makeup were very pure and charming.

Every frown and smile was very lustful, and between pure lust, even if the immortal came, he would have to kneel.

Jueyang girl lightly lifted the hair on her forehead, pursed her pink and slightly red lips first, and as the dimples appeared, a faint but charming voice sounded: "Master Yanhua, I have few magic weapons in my hands, and I want to buy one but I am short of money. ”

“I heard from Master Xianlan that your family has a place that specializes in selling magic tools. I want to buy two magic tools at the original price. What do you think about this matter...?”

Men, whether young or old, have one thing in common.

That is, they like the feeling of being worshipped by beautiful women.

Now the face of Jueyang girl is delicate, and the little eyes that look pitiful...

Mo Yanhua was secretly happy when he saw it.

Why should a person, a man, pursue fame and fortune?

Isn’t the ultimate goal of pursuing fame and fortune to show off?

Now, such a beautiful and charming beauty is asking for him, this feeling of secretly happy... He can’t refuse it.

And this matter is also a matter for him?

He is the young patriarch of the Mo family. He can give a few magic tools of the Renqiao realm. He has the capital!

Such a small matter...

Mo Yanhua stretched out his hand to hold up the Jueyang girl who saluted him: "Brother Wang is my friend, you are the peak master of Brother Wang’s sect, then you are my friend, Mo Yanhua. ”

“It’s normal for us friends to help each other. No need to be polite. Get up quickly.”

Jueyang girl was lifted up, and she took the wine pot again: “Thank you, Brother Yanhua. I’ll pour wine for Brother Yanhua.”

This little voice and this little accent were so soft, sweet, and Mo Yanhua’s mouth was so sweet that he couldn’t close it.

But he was still very polite and graceful. He stretched out his hand to stop her: “Hey, pouring wine is the work of servants. You are my friend, sit down.”

As soon as he touched the wine pot in Jueyang girl’s hand, Jueyang girl ‘accidentally’ spilled some wine on his chest.

“Oh, sorry, Brother Yanhua, I didn’t mean it. I’ll wipe it for Brother Yanhua. "

As she spoke, Jueyang took out a lavender handkerchief from her bosom and bent down to wipe it.

It didn't matter that she wiped the wine, but what mattered was that she was wearing a low-cut, wide-sleeved fairy dress.........

As the fragrant wind blew in your face, the spring scenery all over the mountains caught your eyes.