Heavenly God Mnemonic

Wu Xian glanced at her and sighed: "In the Great Central World, there are as many men as stars that are better than him. Even if this Xuanxiao falls into the corner, there are too many people who have surpassed him, so why bother to violate yourself? ."

Wu Qiyue was expressionless, and said coldly: "Yes, he is only in the original martial state, there are too many genius youngsters surpassing him, but I... just don't like it."

Wu Xian also replied coldly: "Even if you only like him, he is already dead."

Wu Qiyue's Wushen eyes were full of hatred, and she became mad, and hissed: "How did you know that he was dead? As for the corpse, you can give me his corpse!"

Wu Xian's face changed slightly, and he raised his hand to print a tactic, and immediately sealed Wu Qiyue's true essence, and the violent mood gradually subsided.

Wu Qiyue smiled miserably: "Haha, I would not admit that he died without seeing the corpse."

Wu Xian's eyebrows were vaguely angry, and he snorted heavily, and said: "If it is true that he is carrying the Taixuan Sword Tomb and the world has enemies, then his identity will be revealed. If I remember correctly, he There should be a marriage contract with Shi Yuyan. Even if he is not dead, what does he have to do with you? Don't you want to steal a man from Shi Yuyan?"

Wu Qiyue trembled all over, her tears couldn't help streaming down, and she whispered: "I don't care if he has a marriage contract with Shi Yuyan, I only want him to live now, even if he and all women in the world have it. I don’t care about the marriage contract either!"

Only then did she understand that all her worries and worries were so superficial and weak.

When I first came into contact with Yang Qingxuan, I only had curiosity and doubts about his identity, but he didn't think about it, but after constant observation and contact, he slowly fell into it.

When she found that she liked Yang Qingxuan, she was scared, because she knew Yang Qingxuan's identity and knew his marriage contract with that woman.

This kind of feeling has been spent tremblingly, countless times of doubt, confusion, and even thoughts of shrinking. It was only at this moment that she suddenly woke up, the love of love, the worldly rituals are like dung.

Only then did she understand that when she was in love, she wanted to like it without hesitation, but... the person was no longer there.

"Woohoo..."

Only Wu Qiyue's cry was left in the hall, and her slender body was constantly trembling, rustling like a flower, arousing love and affection.

Wu Xian was upset and said coldly: "If Yang Qingxuan is dead, it may be a good thing. But if he is still alive, I am afraid that the entire Central World will be a **** storm."

Wu Qiyue cried for a while, then stopped suddenly, raised her head suddenly, and said eagerly: "Father, what did you just say, is it possible that Yang Qingxuan is still alive?"

Wu Xian's face was gloomy and severe, his eyes coldly looked into the distance, and he said: "In recent years, I have always felt a little inexplicably uneasy. I always feel that something major has happened. It seems that he is referring to him. Now that there are early signs, plus he is pregnant with two powerful martial spirits, perhaps with the blessing of heaven, he might really survive."

Wu Qiyue wiped her tears, her beautiful eyes regained a bit of expression, and she said excitedly: "Really? How likely is Brother Qingxuan to survive?"

Wu Xian glanced at her with complicated eyes, and snorted: "How do I know how likely it is? However, even if he really survives, I will never allow you to be with him! This person will stir up a storm, I am afraid that our entire Wu family may not be able to carry it. I must not drag the entire family into this bottomless abyss just because you allow your willfulness!"

Wu Qiyue stayed for a while, she also understood the importance of the matter, and said in a daze: "If you don't be together, you won't be together. As long as Brother Qingxuan is still alive, anything will do."

She thought to herself: "Who knows what will happen in the future? The big deal is that I will leave the Wu family and live and die together with Brother Qingxuan. Father, you can forgive me for this unfilial daughter when that happens."

How did Wu Xian know what she was thinking, and seeing her emotionally stabilized a lot, he waved and said, "Go to Mingshenya to retreat. Once there is news about Yang Qingxuan, I will notify you as soon as possible. Before breaking through the heaven, You are not allowed to go down the mountain, I will let Jiuzhen look at you."

Wu Qiyue was anxious and begged: "Father, no, let me go down the mountain, I'm going to look for Brother Qingxuan!"

Wu Xian frowned and scolded: "The world is so big, where are you going to find him? I'll send someone to inquire in secret, so you can go into retreat with peace of mind."

With that, regardless of Wu Qiyue's pleading, with a wave of her hand, a blue light fell on her and immediately transmitted it away.

The whole hall immediately became quiet.

Wu Xian sat alone on the throne with a worried look on his face.

Suddenly, a "hehe" mockery sounded out of thin air in the hall. At some point, there was a glimmer of light over the hall, floating in the air like a ghost.

There was extreme disdain and sarcasm in that laughter.

Wu Xian's face became angry, and his pupils instantly turned into blue, and when he raised his hand, a golden light turned into a battle axe and slashed over.

As soon as the axe was cut in half, he turned around and fought back.

Wu Xian's blue eyes condensed slightly, and he waved his hand again, and the golden axe light twisted three feet in front of him and dissipated out of thin air.

He put his hands behind him, knowing who came, staring coldly at the light.

"Hey, wanting to come to Xuanxiao Jiangque for a cup of tea, it really is a very dangerous thing."

The dim light kept brightening, and finally turned into a figure, staring at Wu Xian sarcastically with a sinister smile.

Wu Xian's face was faintly angry, staring at the figure, and said coldly: "Yu Wuji, Xuanxiao descends to Que, how come you want to come!"

That person was Yu Wuji, with an indifferent expression on his face, and shrugged his shoulders and said: "I'm here, why? You hit me, come hit me. But... stay angry, I'm not here this time looking for trouble, but I want to ask you, in Xuanye Continent that day, Yang Qingxuan fell into a space-time storm. Your blue eyes should be able to see where he fell, right?"

Wu Xian's face was murderous, and he said grimly: "Even if you know this kind of garbage, I can't tell you!"

As he said, he patted it with a palm.

With a "bang", the aura from the sky gathered and turned into a golden storm, engulfing Yu Wuji in it.

Yu Wuji didn't panic, but smiled faintly, letting his body spin in the spiritual vortex, taunting: "You don't let go of any clones, despise you."

"Boom."

The space shook slightly, and the strand of Yu Wuji's clone was completely shattered and ceased to exist.

Wu Xian waved his hand again, quantifying all energy fluctuations, and the whole hall was restored to peace.

After doing all this, he pondered for a moment, with his hands behind his back, his gaze pierced through the layers of white clouds, looking into the endless distance, a pair of blue eyes, cold light flashed.

After standing still for a long time, Wu Xiancai sighed, "Who is the Emperor who is in charge of this star field and sits in the entire Central Great World?"