Chapter 1781

In the woman's eyes, Jing mang soared and sneered: "that bitch, Nalan Yurong, stepped on her in the mud. She thought she would never get up again, but she could still hook up with someone. Tell me the exact location and I'll see for myself. "

After getting the address, the woman quickly disappeared in the mansion.

Few people know that this mansion was the courtyard of Zhu Chongba, the young master of the Zhu family, ten years ago. This charming woman in black is Nalan Feixue, who has already practiced the magic way and become a great success.

All the way to the foot of Cangshan, Nalan Feixue soon saw the woman she hated most, her sister Nalan Yurong.

After knowing that Nalan Yurong killed her mother and gave her to Zhu Chongba as a chip, Nalan Feixue hated her very much. In the past ten years, Nalan Yurong, as a martial artist, has lived such a miserable life, because of her writing.

When Nalan Yurong is sent to the prostitute's house, she will bring people out, and then when she is full of hope, she will cut this bitch into a stick.

The stick made by Nalan Zhengze and Zhu Chongba had been played dead by her several years ago, so she had to keep Nalan Yurong to torture slowly now. Otherwise, she would be bored in the future.

However, Nalan Feixue didn't expect that Nalan Yurong had fallen into this field, and there was someone else to save her.

Who is it? To save such a dirty and shameless bitch?

However, before Nalan Feixue got close to the place where the altar was set up, there was an unspeakable sense of fear in his heart.

This is not only the gap between cultivation and prestige, but also the feeling that her practice seems to be completely restrained. If it gets close, it will be directly rolled into powder.

Nalan Feixue stops and hides on a huge banyan tree, looking at the distance.

From here, she can only see that Nalan Yurong is servile to a few people around her, with a look of flattery, excitement and fear.

And in that group of people, there was a tall man who was particularly conspicuous. The breath she sent out made Nalan Feixue creepy. But the man's face, but she inexplicably feel some familiar.

Nalan Feixue is not willing in the heart, and finally dares to send out a small seed in that direction.

This seed is the plant of Xanthium sibiricum planted by wupinmo. It has only three hours of life. After taking root, it will produce a plant similar to an ear, so that the warrior who has engraved the soul mark on it can hear all the sounds heard by Xanthium sibiricum.

Canger flies near the altar. Nalan's flying snow urges the evil Qi in his body, and soon he hears the sound coming from there.

Nalan Yurong knelt on the ground, kowtowed to the candlelight table, and murmured, "mother, thank you for your spirit in heaven, and bless me to find my father. I will follow my father and serve him well. In the future, my daughter will not be bullied any more. You don't have to suffer any more. You can finally rest in peace. "

Nalan Feixue frowns and is full of doubts. Nalan Yurong is her own elder sister with her father and mother. She is 100% sure. How can she have a father now?

After kowtowing, Nalan Yurong stood up, looked forward and carefully at the tall man, "Dad, where are we going next? Dad, you're not from Miluo, are you? Are you from Siam? Can I go back to Siam with you? "

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