Chapter 1990 It’s a Bit Uncomfortable Here...

After coming to their senses, everyone looked at Mu Zhanfeng with complicated expressions.

The eyes of the Holy Tower guards and the powerful were even more vaguely sarcastic.

The eyes of the people in Tianshan Sword Sect were also complicated. They also understood Mu Zhanfeng, but they didn't expect that Mu Zhanfeng would surrender in the end!

After his friends were injured and died one after another, he actually chose to surrender?

Is he worthy of the Crown Prince Yu who abolished him, and the dead Jian Wushuang and Xuehua?

Everyone in Xuanji Mansion evaded, and was ashamed of having such a young master.

At this moment, no one felt relieved.

Instead, they all had complicated thoughts.

Xia Suyi looked at Mu Zhanfeng calmly. Others didn't believe him, but that was her son. Of course, she knew that he was definitely not the kind of person who was afraid of death.

"Since you agree, hand over the Holy Luck and the veins first."

"Okay." Mu Zhanfeng nodded, then looked at the iron cage and said, "But before that, you let them go first."

The powerful of the Holy Tower hesitated.

"Promise him." Above the Holy Tower, the old man with high authority said in a cold voice.

That bunch of rubbish, they mobilized a large army and even used the Holy Tower formation, but in the end they only subdued the fourth one, which really disappointed them!

However, it's better than nothing!

The fourth is the fourth, one is one, it's better than not getting any, right?

Boom!

The iron cage was opened, and the people from Tianshan Sword Sect and Xuanji Mansion stepped out slowly.

Their faces were cold, their eyes were bloodshot and staring at them, the hatred burning in their eyes could be easily seen through, but...

No one acted rashly.

They looked at Mu Zhanfeng, without even saying goodbye to the Holy Tower, and silently and quietly took the bodies of Jian Wushuang and Xuehua, and the unconscious Prince Yu, and turned away.

——They had seen the previous battle. This was the home court of the Holy Tower. Once the Holy Tower formation was activated, they had no ability to fight back.

Instead of seeking death here again, it would be better to go back and think of a good strategy.

In a sense, Mu Zhanfeng saved them, but they didn't want to be grateful to Mu Zhanfeng.

Soon.

The group left quietly.

Mu Zhanfeng also went with the Saint Tower Mighty to pay for everything he promised.

The Saint Tower soon became quiet.

It was as if the dust had settled. .

Holy Land.

"Hmm?"

The beautiful woman in a white dress, sitting on the first white jade chair, suddenly felt uneasy and opened her eyes.

An emotion flashed through her dark beautiful eyes.

"What's wrong?" A cold, ruthless, but very pleasant voice sounded.

Lou Qianxue was in a trance, and her heart settled down before her consciousness.

She had already felt the cool breath of Tan Taiyuan and Tan Taiwei, but at the critical moment of comprehension, she did not reminisce with them first.

Lou Qianxue glanced sideways, her eyes fell on Tan Taiyuan's handsome, flawless face, her brows slightly furrowed: "I always have a bad feeling."

She pressed the direction of her heart: "It's a bit uncomfortable here."

Tan Taiyuan narrowed his eyes slightly, a ray of light flashed across, and he held Lou Qianxue's wrist. With a little force, he pulled her into his arms, and covered her white and tender little hand with his palm. In addition to the delicate little hand, there was also a soft bulge under his palm. He couldn't hold it in one hand: "I'll help you rub it..."

"..."Lou Qianxue instantly realized that his mind had been bent on something else, and quickly pulled his hand away and pushed him away: "Why did you come in too?"

Tan Tai Weiliang was also there, and Tan Taiyuan couldn't be too presumptuous after all, but he still held Lou Qianxue's hand firmly: "I miss you."

The previous battle for the Son of God lasted for more than a month, and that was the limit of his patience.