My wife kills me because she has me in her heart!

"The most elegant prince in the Imperial Capital, doesn't it feel good to drive for you personally, little junior sister?"

Ning Mingche raised the riding crop in her hand and turned back with a smile on her face and said, "Look at those ladies, which one is treated like you?"

Yancong Lingqi smiled.

It is rare to see the vitality of this age in her when she is with her classmates.

"I will tell Second Senior Brother when I get back."

"Come on, complain, complain, you know how to complain to the second senior brother." Ning Mingche said anxiously, "Besides doing this since you were a child, what else do you do?"

"I will also complain to Senior Sister."

"..."

The eldest sister Chi Hua is definitely the best mute player in Yunshan.

"You're so cruel, you damn girl!" The young man turned away bitterly, "Choose one of grilled fish or roasted goose!"

Only children make choices, "have it all."

Ning Mingche was dissatisfied, "I am your second senior brother, not a bank with legs."

"What kind of bank is a fish and a goose? It's just a wallet filled with broken silver at most." Ning Mingche was not Yue Lingheng's gourd, and he could easily argue with her hundreds of times.

The moonlight was all over the place, and Lou Qixue lay quietly in her arms, listening to the two of them arguing without disturbing her.

In her previous life, her brothers and sisters were scattered like stars, falling silently. He watched with his own eyes as she grew silent day by day, and her eyes grew deader day by day, but there was nothing he could do about it.

As a demon king, his abilities can obviously help her more.

But the seed in his body was sprouting and growing at that time, which also caused his cultivation to fall off again and again. There were times when he could barely maintain his human form.

Moreover, Yan Conngling didn't trust him either. Soon after, the Demon Suppression Tower was broken...

"Speaking of which, Ling'er." Ning Mingche suddenly lowered his voice and asked seriously, "Now can we be sure that it's Concubine Yao?"

Caressing the soft fur under her palm, the girl seemed to narrow her eyes slightly, "Guess."

"what?"

The two grew up together. Ning Mingche was stunned for a moment, then his eyes widened as he thought of something, "Ling'er, what do you mean..."

"A thief will not say on his face that he is a thief. A dog that really bites doesn't bark."

Putting her fingertips on the cold hilt of the sword, the girl leaned forward, lightly placed her two delicate white fingers on the car curtain, and slowly opened it——

"Third senior brother, be careful!"

Evil spirits rush in and the sword is unsheathed.

It was so fast that only a bunch of cold light could be seen, reflected in the watery moonlight, and it was slashing head-on.

boom!

The black energy broke through, but soon there was more and more crazily coming on the road like a tide——

"Why are there so many! Second uncle, who dug the evil spirit's ancestral grave?"

Ning Mingche almost didn't react. He didn't even have time to use his sword. He tore one off with his hands, and countless more pounced in front of him.

He exclaimed in surprise as he drew his sword.

"No, this is the Imperial Capital! Where is the Demon Suppression Tower, where is the ancestral grave of evil spirits!"

In Yunshan Master's sect, he was originally the little rookie at the bottom. After a few attempts, he couldn't stand it and wanted to shrink back into the car.

"Junior sister, save me!"

The young man has long arms and legs. As soon as he hid in the car, it suddenly seemed crowded and it was difficult to perform his movements. Seeing Yan Conling's sword-holding hand paused, he immediately held his hands and begged for mercy.

"Junior sister, please kneel down and beg me not to kick!"

But the next moment.

boom! There was another loud noise, and the sword fell from the sky. The sword energy vibrated, the evil spirits all around retreated, and the entire carriage cracked open.

His junior sister is soft-hearted. No kicking, but everyone please stop sitting.

He took the frightened and trembling horse and patted its head soothingly. Ning Mingche was still frightened, "Where did these things come from?"

Yan Congling neatly sheathed her sword.

There was a dull pain in my chest, but for a blink of an eye, it was so fast that it seemed like an hallucination. She stretched out her hand to explore. Her pulse was strong and her breathing was calm. No injuries, no different than usual.

Ning Mingche turned around worriedly, "Junior sister?"

"It's okay, I was distracted." Patting the sawdust stained on her dress, she took two steps forward and asked, "Third Senior Brother, what did you just say?"

"I mean."

There was no carriage, and there was no trace of melancholy or resentment in the young man's eyebrows. He just held the white horse and turned sideways to talk to her, "This is the Imperial Capital. Where did all these evil spirits come from?"

The person behind him stopped.

He turned around again in surprise.

But he saw that the face of the girl illuminated by the moonlight had an unusually cold expression. The knuckles of the hand holding the sword were white from the exertion.

After knowing each other for more than ten years, this was the first time Ning Mingche saw her showing such an expression...

His heart skipped a beat, and a bad premonition came over him, "Linger? Linger, what's wrong with you?"

"Third Senior Brother..." Yan Conngling was overwhelmed with emotion, "There is a Demon Suppression Tower in the Imperial Capital. Where did all those things come from..."

His pupils shrank, and Ning Mingche subconsciously denied that conjecture.

"Impossible! Absolutely impossible!"

That is the Demon Suppression Tower, the Demon Suppression Tower that has protected the Great Zhao for thousands of years.

The demon-suppressing tower of their Yunshan founder ancestor.

The guardian whom I looked up to countless times when I was young has not changed after thousands of years.

Layer after layer of restrictions are hidden under the calm night wind, calm and calm, but the closer you get, the more you can feel the oppressive feeling that makes it difficult to breathe.

Ning Mingche finally relaxed and said, "Fortunately, fortunately, the ban is still fine..."

Before he finished speaking, the girl standing next to him, who was caressing the tower with a complex expression, suddenly raised her hand. Under the palm as white and soft as a gardenia, there was a crack that could just be covered... It wasn't deep, but it definitely didn't form in a short time.

It's hard to notice without paying attention.

The ban has indeed not been broken.

But something happened to the tower.

Young Prince Ning, who had lived carelessly for more than twenty years and had no worries other than being forced to get married, felt for the first time that the sky was falling.

And this is not just his God.

It is still the god of the entire Demon Suppression Division.

In the past, if someone said that everyone in the Demon Suppression Department was of the same mind, they would definitely be laughed at. But now, my heart is not so united.

Except for Yue Lingheng, who was still in solitary confinement in the backyard, everyone who was still alive and breathing was back, regardless of whether he could use sword control or not.

The hall was crowded but silent.

Li Zhendao, who was sitting in the main seat, looked more serious and cold than ever before, "The things left by Grandma Grandma have protected us for so many years, and it's time for us to think of our own solutions."

"Master Chief."

No one spoke, but Yan Conling was the first to speak, "The restrictions are good, and those things are kept inside. It's just that the tower needs some repairs."

If you wait too long, like a poisonous snake that paralyzes its prey, the cracks will gradually deepen and the tower destruction ban will naturally break.

But the tower is also an important part of confining evil spirits, so ordinary repair methods cannot be used directly.

"The Demon Suppressing Tower was tempered with the blood of the mythical beast Phoenix back then." He Yaoguang snorted coldly. It seemed that he had recovered well from his injuries. He pointed at her nose instead of nose and eyes instead of eyes.