The Devil's Wife, I Just Want to Survive

After learning so much shocking information at once, Wang Que clenched his fist slightly: "The road ahead..."

"I'll be careful!"

"It's good that you understand." Bu Nanzi nodded slightly: "At present, only the five of us know about this matter, and the rest of the clan doesn't know."

"When you ascend in the future, I can also tell them."

"Okay." Wang Que pursed his lips and calmed down.

After a long time, Wang Que took out the ancient teleportation array that took nearly ten years to make in the sea area: "Bu..."

As soon as the word "Bu" came out, Wang Que shook his head and sighed with a smile, and Bu Nanzi also laughed: "You, slowly change it."

Wang Que smiled and nodded, and the atmosphere became more lively: "Bu Nanzi, this is the ancient teleportation array that I asked someone to refine in the sea area. Do you see if there is anything that needs to be improved?"

Bu Nanzi stretched out a palm-leaf fan, took the array and reached out to press it.

As Bu Nanzi's "tender little hand" pressed on the array, the array suddenly shone brightly.

Layers of arrays emerged densely, and this small courtyard seemed unable to contain them all.

After half a quarter of an hour, Bu Nanzi withdrew his hand and slowly said, "It's OK, but it's still a little insufficient to teleport from here to the target location you set before. You have to find someone to fill it up and then perform the ritual."

A hint of coldness flashed in Wang Que's eyes: "Are you saying that this array is not good?"

For this ancient teleportation array, he and Mo Lingqing and others spent a lot of energy and time. Now Bu Nanzi said it was insufficient........

Nanyu Island, Chen Family........

"It's not impossible "Okay." Bu Nanzi waved his palm-leaf fan: "A small number of people is naturally no problem, but too many people will be a little insufficient."

"I can guess what you mean, young master. You must want to teleport my Wang Bu clan away. Then you won't take the young lady's Xuanyin Sect disciples with you?"

"Yes." Wang Que said without hesitation: "My wife's Xuanyin Sect disciples must also be taken away!"

Bu Nanzi nodded: "That's it, with such a large number of people, this ancient teleportation formation is difficult to support."

"There is no problem with this formation, the only problem is The only thing is that it is impossible to take so many people away at once."

"I guess the young master will not take people away in two trips."

Wang Que hummed: "Of course not, so this is the problem. I thought this formation had defects."

"By the way, Bu Nanzi, can you fill in this formation?"

Bu Nanzi shook his head slightly: "No, I am still recovering my strength. Secondly, no one in my Wang Bu clan can refine the ancient teleportation formation. You have to find someone else for this matter, and you have to be trustworthy."

Wang Que frowned slightly and put away the teleportation array disk: "Okay, I understand then. I'll think about it later."

Bu Nanzi smiled: "Okay, I've told you the basics. We can talk about the rest when the time comes. Now I need to rest. Please go back, young master."

Wang Que stood up slowly with some emotion, looked down at Bu Nanzi, and after a few breaths, Wang Que clasped his fists and bowed deeply: "Thank you!"

Bu Nanzi nodded: "Go back, you will be busier in the future, and the crisis will be greater."

Wang Que took a deep breath and said nothing. He took Mo Lingqing's hand and turned away.

Wang Bu Nan looked at the backs of the two and smiled slightly. I don't know what he was thinking.

After leaving the courtyard, Wang Buxiong was a little depressed, and Wang Que could see his depression.

"Uncle, you are still my uncle in the future. The kindness we have shown you for so many years cannot be broken."

Wang Buxiong sighed and looked at Wang Que: "Que... Young Master, I don't mean that. I just can't accept it."

"Back then, your father took you out of the room, and I watched you grow up."

"I..." Wang Buxiong's eyes were slightly red.

He has always found it difficult to accept this matter.

Wang Que's expression became serious: "Uncle, I am still your nephew, and Brother Lie and Sister Jiao are still my cousins. This will not change!"

At this moment, everything he said seemed too pale.

Bu Nanzi couldn't bear the cause and effect, so how could he, Wang Buxiong, bear it...

At the evening banquet, Wang Buxiong returned to his identity as the head of the Wang family, Wang Xiong.

During the banquet, many clan members and many clan elders praised Wang Que and Mo Lingqing for their talent and talent.

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The moon was hanging on the branches, and Huang Xiaozhu was still practicing martial arts in the courtyard arranged for him in the Wang family's land.

Daxuemei (that word can't be used anymore, it will be replaced by Xue in the future, alas.) and Xiaolan and Xiaoju were sitting cross-legged in the room practicing quietly.

Jueyangnv and Xiaozhu were drinking and chatting happily with a group of Wang family members.

Haimeigui Zimei is notZhihe arrived at a flower bed of the Wang family and quietly looked at the red roses blooming in the flower bed.

On the forearm of Zimei's right hand, there was a blooming purple rose.

Voiceover: ["Purple roses bloomed on the mass grave where my mother was buried, so I changed my name to Zimei. I like that kind of purple roses."]

["Look here, I covered my slave mark with the rose mark."]

["My dream is to own an island and plant my favorite purple roses on the island."]

In another courtyard, the tired little Yuying lay in Shui Wangyue's arms and slept soundly, and Shui Wangyue was also enjoying a rare worry-free moment.

"Fuck, oh, fuck." On the dark branches, Gude Bird was doing unspeakable things to a bird...

In the ancestral land of the Wang family, at the bottom of the ancestral blood pool, Wang Lie and Wang Teng were still healing, and as for Chantan Yunyue, she needed to be treated alone.

She is Wang Lie's wife, and she cannot use the ancestral blood pool of the Wang Bu clan.

In the lively night, in a courtyard attic with a faint halo, Wang Que, who had just finished washing up, sat at the table drinking tea.

"Madam, Emperor Ruiqian and the right prime minister are 100% in collusion. If my husband is right, Emperor Ruiqian's summons will come in three days at most."

Mo Lingqing, wearing a black veil, sat in front of the dressing table combing her half-dried hair. On the table in front of her were the blood jade flower hairpin and the twelve flower fairy step-shakes: "What are you going to do, my husband?"

Wang Que snorted and poured another cup of tea: "Now we are all Chongxu, as long as the formation can be re-refined, we will have a back-up to fight them."

"Even if we are not opponents now, we can still hurt them!"

Mo Lingqing held a piece of 'lip paper' in her hand, and her lips slightly pursed the lip paper, and her originally rosy red lips suddenly became redder.

After admiring the mirror for a while, Mo Lingqing smiled slightly and then said: "The final outcome of this matter is uncertain. Emperor Ruiqian is the fourth prince. He is very cunning to pretend to be crazy for so many years. Now it seems that he is colluding with the right prime minister, but when we arrive in the imperial city, the situation may change. After all,... everything depends on human efforts."

After saying this, Mo Lingqing rolled up her dry hair and inserted the blood jade flower hairpin to admire it. Well, it was already beautiful and now it was even more beautiful to the point of suffocation.

"Madam is right." Wang Que drank another cup of tea. He drank a little too much wine today and was very thirsty: "By the way, when are we going back to Xuanyin Sect? Tomorrow or the day after tomorrow."

Mo Lingqing fiddled with the Twelve Flower Fairies Hairpin in her hand: "If it's tomorrow, can we leave tomorrow?"

"You said it as if we can leave tomorrow."

Pull out the blood jade hairpin with flowers in her hair, replace it with the Twelve Flower Fairies Hairpin and put it on, shaking her head slightly: "By the way, have you blocked the Cang in your soul sea?"

Wang Que smiled when he heard it: "Of course it's blocked. I have blocked it since I came out of the courtyard of old...Bu Nanzi."

"Yeah." Mo Lingqing continued to compare the blood jade hairpin with the Twelve Flower Fairies Hairpin to see which one is more suitable for tonight's clothes and makeup.

Wang Que looked at Mo Lingqing, smiled, stood up and walked over to put his hand on Mo Lingqing's shoulder: "Are two too few? Let's go to the shop tomorrow to pick a few pieces we like."

Mo Lingqing snorted and rolled her eyes: "What's so good about that? They are all standard accessories. If you really want to find something special, find some unique jewelry."

"Okay, I'll keep an eye on it when I have a chance."

"Hehe, you still keep an eye on it when you have a chance, I'm afraid you're just talking."

"What do you mean by just talking? Your husband always keeps his word."

"Hmph, who would believe it."

Such a little coquettish little woman's attitude.........you would never see it outside the room.

Now that the two of them are alone.....

Wang Que's mind moved slightly, and it started to rain over the Wang family.

Sometimes it rains.....more artistic conception.

They want to feel the power of artistic conception.

[Finally finished writing, so tired, please urge me to update, the more you urge me to update, the more motivation I have! ! ! ]