Ling Tiansu shook his wrist and used his skill to spread the paper umbrella open. A small strip floated down from the umbrella, with only one word on the strip.

sweet.

Mu Ziyou was confused.

Luo Qingyi recalled the three words written in honey syrup when Ling Tiansu chewed grapes, and then remembered where the plate of grapes was finally delivered.

Only by eating half of the grape full of saliva can you see the problems on the plate.

Luo Qingyi didn't expect that the highness would actually eat it.

I didn't expect that I would reply seriously...

Among the Jiuzhou, the most unlikely characters are now openly playing the game of feeding and feeding candy thousands of miles apart.

The most evil ghost baby is the one who kills the gods on earth.

What about your cold-blooded cruelty?

Where is your ruthless killing?

That's it? That's it?

Who would have thought that the word "sweet" written by the prince of a country was written seriously because of nervousness, just like the work of a child who had just learned to read.

Luo Qingyi glanced at her prince's prince with a faint look.

Silently turned around and returned to the edge of the snow cliff. The cold wind blew her hair and white velvet. She pursed her lips, then rubbed her forehead, and said, "I need to calm down and digest this fact."

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Distant mountains, magnificent hall.

In the gold and copper basin furnace, the carbon fire is burning vigorously.

The snow outside the hall is cold and the wind and snow are howling.

Huaishan knelt on one knee on the ground, holding a cold black knife in the ground, like a middle-aged man in front of the desk, constantly reporting on the situation.

The middle-aged man was wearing a white light robe and had a wide figure. His palm, whose fingers overlapped on the table, was as white as jade, like a woman's slender jade hand.

The other hand is rough and ugly, and the palm lines are as deep as gullies.

Listening to Huaishan’s report, the middle-aged man’s eyebrows were so gloomy that water was about to drip out. He took a strip of ink, poured a little water into the dry inkstone, and grind it carefully.

The man said in a deep voice: "According to your words, more than a thousand fox demon elite warriors in our clan have become cowardly in the southern territory?"

Huaishan's eyebrows were pressed very low, and a look of pain and sadness appeared in his eyes. He almost gritted his teeth and said, "More than a thousand people of the same clan have never survived. Only the clan leader returned to the clan's border last night."

As he said that, Huaishan raised his handsome face full of hatred: "Second Elder, I saw the clan leader return last night and was obviously unwilling to plan for our clan to lead the future in a short period of time. The half-demon of the Southern clan is now the biggest enemy of our clan. If the young master of the Southern clan is not solved as soon as possible, the fate of our clan is worrying!"

Mu Pianfeng's face was gloomy and he snorted coldly: "Solution? If it weren't for our great and kind-hearted clan leader, who deliberately let the water out of the half-demon when he was weak, and then led to letting the tiger return to the mountain, the situation now is thanks to our clan leader. Now, even the old clan leader has died at the hands of the evil beast!"

Speaking of this, Mu Pianfeng's rough palm veins bulged, and the ink strip in his hand suddenly shattered, and his gloomy face gradually became ferocious: "He Mu Lianzhuo gave birth to an amazing daughter. For the sake of his own love, he actually ignored the safety of his family and colluded with the half-demon! Outside the sea area, our young master of the Northern tribe can still walk with the remnants of the Southern tribe to try to flatten my northern border, haha..."

His black eyes were filled with a demonic aura: "It would be fine if the dog I raised in the past was disobedient, but now he still pointed his claws and fangs at his homeland. Such a young master is afraid that he will keep you!"

Huaishan changed color suddenly, but soon when he met Mu Pianfeng's eyes, his heart felt awe-inspiring. He lowered his eyebrows and his face buried in the shadows.

He said in a deep voice: "The young master's heart is no longer with our clan. She has been transformed into Su Jiuer, Tingyuxuan, for three years, but she has not planned any profit for our clan. Her subordinates also think that the young master should be someone else."

The old patriarch was dead, and Mu Pianfeng suddenly became much less interested in the desire for power. The useless Mu Lianzhuo alone could not retain the position of the patriarch.

It seems that things that can be easily obtained are not very important now.

He leaned his body against the seat and looked down at Huaishan: "Who is the best candidate for the young patriarch in your opinion?"

Huaishan was silent for a moment, as if he was struggling, but soon, the struggle in his eyes was replaced by hatred and blood of the same clan: "Miss Jingxue, the sixth granddaughter of the second elder, is not as good as the nine-tailed demon vein that Miss Ziyou woke up when she was born, but among the contemporary tribe, being able to awaken the six-tailed demon vein is a genius that is rare in a thousand years."

Mu Pianfeng's eyes were narrowed with deep frown. At the moment when Huaishan raised his head to look at him, his eyes quickly returned to normal: "Jingxue is still young and has a spoiled temperament that has been maintained by her family since she was a child. Although her cultivation is good, she is still too young after all. Now that she can help her as the young master of the Northern Tribe, there will only be a hundred harms but no benefits."

Huaishan was stunned and looked at him with confusion.

Mu Pianfeng is a heartless person with countless children. Among the more than a thousand northern compatriots who died in the Southern Jin territory, Mu Pianfeng's direct children were also among them.

However, Mu Pianfeng did not show too much sadness and concern for their deaths.

At present, Mu Jingxue is undoubtedly the best candidate to ensure that he can consolidate the Northern tribe, but Mu Pianfeng refused to act like this.

It can be seen how much he cared about this Miss Six.

Mu Pianfeng's tone interrupted Huaishan's contemplation: "Wait until Mu Zi is worried."

He rubbed his eyebrows and said, "When the road ahead is unhindered, it is the day when this child assumes the throne..."

"Bang!"

There was a loud bang.

The hall gate made of fine iron was suddenly lifted up by a violent force, and the broken iron and stone door blocks flew into the hall. Huaishan knelt on one knee on the ground. Before he could get up, a broken iron block hit his back directly, and the sound of the bones breaking sounded.

Two streams of blood were directly sprayed out of Huaishankou's nose, and the whole person was hit hard and rushed forward. He fell to the ground and twitched. His face looked at the tall figure bathed in the wind and snow outside the palace gate in horror.

Mu Pianfeng raised his eyes slightly, and his slender jade hand, like a woman's soft horn, gently pointed towards the void. The fragments of the iron door suddenly turned into countless iron filings, and they were blown out of the hall, causing sharp roars like Devil's sob, blowing the hair of the man outside the hall to make a sound.

The iron chips are sharp, and a few strands of hair are cut off.

Mu Lianzhuo's face was covered with frost, and one palm was pressed against the wall at the entrance of the hall, and the entire hall was rumbling under his palm.

His voice suppressed his anger: "Dog-like miscellaneous people, no matter how disobedient Ziyou is, he is my Mu Lianzhuo's child. If you want to touch her, you will die!"

Mu Pianfeng narrowed his eyes and looked at the waste clan leader who had a completely different momentum from the past, his heart suddenly sank.

He did not expect that Mu Ziyou would have such a weight in the heart of this vulgar and cowardly patriarch. You should know that when the patriarch's wife was thrown into the ice prison, he had never seen him stand up and say something more.

Today, the reaction was so big that he looked desperate and desperate.

Mu Pianfeng's expression was gloomy and clear. After a moment, he looked at Mu Lianzhuo's red eyes full of murderous intent and said in a deep voice: "What if I say this is the old patriarch's intention?"

Mu Lianzhuo's expression stagnated, but soon, his deep eyes narrowed sharply, and his murderous aura was stern: "Now I am not dead yet, the leader of the Northern tribe is me! It's not you! It's not him! Now the Northern tribe is disturbed by you, making the demons not demons, demons not demons, and the consequences of the underworld species are contaminated. It's because I am the leader of the tribe. As the leader, I am already defeated! Now, as a father! As long as I am not dead for a day, Ziyou will be my child for a day! No matter who it means-"

His cold and murderous gaze swept across Huaishan and Mu Pianfeng's faces: "If you dare to make a decision, then turn into a white bone cold corpse under the deep snow in the northern border!"

The atmosphere in the air suddenly tensed to the starting point, and the cold wind and snow poured into the hall, brushing past Mu Lianzhuo's cuffs, making his murderous intent even colder.

Huaishan covered his chest with blood-burning energy and suppressed the urge to cough up blood. Looking at the patriarch's appearance, he couldn't make up his mind.

The ink in the inkstone was frozen and frostized by the cold wind, emitting a faint and cold feeling.

Under the gaze of Mu Lianzhuo, Mu Pianfeng slowly stood up and patted Fengshuang in his face, showing a smile on his face.

"Did the clan leader think too much? The second uncle just mentioned it casually. Not to mention that the black water sea is thousands of miles apart, our clan will have to spend a lot of money every time crossing the sea. Even if the shepherd is worried about outsiders, they don't know how to cross the sea, so they will naturally not have a confrontation with our clan.

What's more, I heard that Young Master Ziyou's strength is still at the level of Tongyuan, which is a little stronger than me who has taken the power of the underworld. Even if I have the intention to kill her, how can I kill her?"

Mu Lianzhuo looked at him in a drowsy manner, silent.

Now Mu Pianfeng's strength does seem to be in the realm of Tongyuan, but this time his father left the clan, and the thing he left behind was not handed over to his second uncle Mu Pianfeng, which was very uneasy.

Mu Pianfeng suddenly smiled, walked to him, patted the snowflakes on his shoulder, and said, "The clan leader's nephew [六台台台 www.99xsw.info] is confused when he cares about it."

He had an extremely confident smile on his face, and a strange black seal flashed at the tiger's mouth with his palm, and continued: "With the Dead Sea in the North, the Nine Provinces on earth, even if Wu Ying went here in person, he would never be able to cross the other shore. Even if she was anxious to die, she would not have the ability."

Mu Lianzhuo coldly patted the maternal palm on his shoulder, and glanced at him with a cold look: "I really look forward to seeing the scene when your confident face is broken."

Mu Pianfeng laughed and knew that he was concerned about the last thing that the old patriarch gave to him, not the patriarch, and he was so angry that he said such unrealistic anger.
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