Zhao Ji looked at the people who suddenly rushed into half of the city. The entire Yuanling City suddenly turned from deserted to hot. He turned to look at the fiery red figure behind him. The other’s slender legs were exposed in the air, white. Tender.
Zhao Ji sighed, pulled the other party’s dress, covered his white thighs, and said, “It’s better to pay attention to the image.”
“Pay attention to the image, hahaha, your Yuanling City Lord, without saying a word, suddenly disappeared, leaving the entire Yuanling City at risk, and your wife and daughters. Now, you will say that you pay attention to your image. Where did the image of the spiritual inheritor go?”
Zhao Ji reached out and touched the beard on both sides of his cheek, “I think the image is good now.”
“Enough of you! Zhao Ji!” The red-robed woman looked a little excited, “Yuan Ling City is your mission! Only you! Two days later, you will return to the position of Yuan Ling City Lord!”
Zhao Ji shook his head slightly. He looked at the red robe woman and asked, “Have you seen the outside world?”
“What?” The woman did not react to Zhao Ji’s question.
“Yuan Ling City is passed down from one source to another. Because of the special status of the Yuan Ling City, I don’t know how many people envy the so-called Yuan Ling descendants. You can’t leave the scope of Yuanling City in your life. The so-called city lord is nothing more than a freer prisoner.” Zhao Ji looked at the entire Yuanling city, “a city lord who doesn’t even have freedom, what a shit city lord.”
“Ho ho, our city lord Zhao is quite affectionate, then since you have left Yuanling City, why bother to come back?” The red robe woman sneered.
“I’m back.” Zhao Ji took a deep breath, “I want to take them away.”
“You dream!” A violent spirit blasted directly on Zhao Ji’s chest, causing Zhao Ji to fly upside down and fall on the wall, smashing the wall out of dense cracks.
The red-robed woman had a pair of fierce eyes and murderous intent, and stared at Zhao Ji closely, “Zhao Ji, let me make it clear to you, no one can take you back when you come back! Your daughter, on the third day of your departure Years ago, he was already dead, and your wife would not leave with you, wanting to take them away? Unless you have the ability to destroy the entire Yuanling City!”
The woman’s words fell, she shook her red robe, and walked away.
“Zhao Ji, two days later, the sage of the Hong clan can come, you kill her, and I will let you take your wife away.” The woman’s voice came into Zhao Ji’s ears from outside the city lord’s mansion.
Zhao Ji coughed out a mouthful of blood, stretched out his hand and wiped the corners of his mouth. When the leftover light swept his sleeves, Zhao Ji smiled: “The so-called innate mission is really disgusting, but compared to For me, the saint of the Hong clan is even more pitiful.”
Two more days passed, and too many figures had gathered in Yuanling City.
A floating palace landed in front of Yuanling City. Twelve Miaoman figures dressed in light gauze walked on both sides of the road, and between the twelve Miaoman figures, there was another figure, dressed in a golden robe, to remove dust. Wherever she passed, there was golden light shining down, which is a symbol of great merit.
This team slowly walked into Yuanling City, and there were no people around who dared to walk with him. Who would dare to walk with the saint?
After Lin Qinghan entered the city, the other major forces also entered the city one after another.
Among the forces that have come, there are many big men and young geniuses, but today, all big men and young geniuses have curbed their aura, and they have not revealed themselves. First of all, they know that this time, they are not fighting for them. This is The home court of Yuanling City, secondly, the saint has entered the city, showing his aura in front of the saint, what do you want to do? Demonstrate to the saint? Or what’s going on?
Therefore, whether it is a big figure of a big power or a young Tianjiao, they all enter the city quietly.
This kind of event is rare in the Great Thousand Realm, and in this kind of event, it is rare, there is such a calmness, everyone just quietly looked at this city, this once reached the top of the Great Thousand Realm, and suddenly disappeared for more than 20 years. Yuanling City.
The whole city appears in black and white. A black-and-white street in the city seems to separate the city, and it seems that the city merges because of this street.
Zhang Xuan and several people entered the city and looked at the city.
“Amitabha Buddha, this trivial thing is also a rich second-generation.” Quan Dingding stared at the surroundings, “A city is his own, how much delicious food is there?”
“This city is a formation.” Zhang Xuan said while watching.
“Yes, there seems to be something under this city.” Cthulhu gave an affirmative answer, “The origin of Yuanling City is very mysterious. It has stayed here since ancient times. It is said to be the overlord of one party, but it is more like a guardian.”
Zhang Xuan nodded.
“Fuck, chicken legs!” Quan Dingding saw a restaurant in front of him, his eyes were shining, and he didn’t even say Amitabha. After a few days in Wushan, he almost died of widowhood.
“Monk Quanding, do you have any money?” Cesiya looked at the bald monk rushing and couldn’t help but speak.
Quan Dingding’s dashing figure stopped immediately, and he turned around, “Amitabha, the little monk is a monk, how can there be money such as foreign things on his body.”
Quan Dingding saw the reality clearly, put away his arrogance for many days under the smell of chicken drumsticks, looked at Zhang Xuan, and said sincerely, “Brother, buy me a chicken drumstick?”
Zhang Xuan had nothing to do with the fat bald man, and then he nodded, and saw the whole ding-ding wind rushing into the restaurant.
“Bring all your food to this uncle, wow ha ha ha ha Amitabha.”
Zhang Xuan and others followed up to the restaurant and just sat down.
“Brother, look at that!” Quan Dingding stared at the entrance of the restaurant with wide eyes.
At the entrance, twelve women dressed in light gauze walked in slowly. Behind the twelve, one person, dressed in golden robe, beautiful and unparalleled, also walked into the restaurant, sitting at the table of Zhang Xuan and the others. far away.
“If you dare to look again, goug your dog’s eyes.” There was a soft voice, a woman in a green dress.
Lin Qinghan glanced at where Zhang Xuan was sitting. The moment he saw Zhang Xuan, Lin Qinghan’s brows wrinkled slightly. The feeling was that there was something important, but he couldn’t remember at all, and he didn’t even have a clue.
The figure of Quan Dingding and Chezia gave Lin Qinghan this feeling, but it was far less powerful than Zhang Xuan gave her.
The Hong clan cut off the source of Lin Qinghan’s memory with Zhang Xuan. Everything about Zhang Xuan, whether it was people or things, was completely forgotten. Whether Quan Dingding or Chezia, in Lin Qinghan’s memory, I met them all through Zhang Xuan. As a medium, these memories are all sealed.
Facing the woman’s cursing, all ding-ding clasped his hands together: “Amitabha, the monks don’t swear, otherwise you don’t think I can’t scold you.”
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