Chapter 1183 Ancestor Mo Jun (1)

King Xuanyuan's eyes were filled with anger, but facing the danger of so many people, his desire to resist was suppressed again.

Not long ago, he was still laughing at the people who were being chased by giant pots and running around holding their heads. It didn't take long for this person to become him.

The giant cauldron had no tendency to stop at all, and it smashed harder and harder. It seemed that it had exhausted all its strength and vented all its anger. The Xuanwu King's pretense of strength just now was completely shattered by the smash, and he almost cried. come out.

"What are you going to do? What exactly are you going to do? Didn't I just bring people to ambush you, why do you need to bully people like this?"

Feng Ruqing looked at the mournful face of King Xuanyuan, waved her hand and stopped the movement of the giant pot. She smiled and stroked her chin, staring at the old man standing in front with a smile.

"Then tell me, who is the pretty boy?"

King Xuanyuan really couldn't help crying this time, with tears streaming down his face, full of grievances and resentment.

Didn't he just say something about a sweetheart, but she actually held a grudge to such an extent.

"I'm a pretty boy, I'm a pretty boy, is it done?"

For a person who has reached the level of King Xuanyuan, no one is afraid of death. Everyone in the world must obey his orders. If he died in a place like this, what would he be grateful for?

At first, he was pretending to be calm in order to show off his face in front of the kings of the various countries. Now that these people have been confused and confused, he does not need to pay so much attention to face.

Saving your life is the most important thing!

Feng Ruqing looked at Lord Xuanyuan up and down: "You have so many wrinkles on your face that you can trap mosquitoes, and your skin is as black as carbon. You tell me that you are a pretty boy? How about this? If you can find someone to take care of you, I will I’ll let you go!”

Lord Xuanyuan's breathing was stagnant.

Although he is arrogant, he is still self-aware.

Even though there are countless beauties in the harem, those women only fancy him because of the power behind him, not because of the age spots on his face! If you throw away this identity, it will be difficult to find a yellow flower girl, let alone let the other party support him?

For the first time, King Xuanyuan was so envious of the pretty boy. At least if he was a pretty boy, he could still find someone to support him, and his life would be saved...

But now, he only had the urge to cry.

"Little girl, I'm quite old now, so don't make things difficult for me. I just heard that you have tamed all the spirit beasts. I was worried that those spirit beasts would bring harm to the Exile Continent, so we planned to destroy them first. You, let the spirit beasts be leaderless so that they can be easily dealt with."

Feng Ruqing narrowed her eyes: "Who told you that spiritual beasts would bring harm to the mainland?"

"No one else told me that it was passed down from our ancestors in this way. Our ancestors had great difficulty in subduing these spiritual beasts and passed down the rules. We humans have to keep the spiritual beasts as slaves for generations, and we will never give them a chance to turn over. Otherwise ...It will definitely bring disaster to the mainland, we are just following the last words of our ancestors."

Feng Ruqing glanced at Lord Xuanyuan lightly: "Who is your ancestor?"

"Mo Jun!"

This is not a secret in the Exiled Continent, and there is nothing that cannot be said.

Feng Ru showed no expression after hearing the name. Only Nan Xian's eyes darkened slightly. A faint murderous intention flashed through his cold eyes, but he quickly restrained himself and looked at Feng Ruqing. Still with a warm light.