Chapter 1781

In the woman's eyes, jingmang soared and sneered: "that bitch of Nalan Yurong stepped her into the mud and thought that she could not get up any more, and could even hook up with others. Tell me the exact location and I'll see for myself. "

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

But few people know that this mansion was the partial courtyard of Zhu Chongba, the young master of Zhu family, ten years ago. The charming woman in black is the Nalan Feixue who has practiced the magic skill and then achieved success.

Nalan Feixue came all the way to the foot of Cangshan Mountain, and soon saw her most hated woman, her sister Nalan Yurong.

Since knowing that Nalan Yurong killed her mother and gave her as a chip to Zhu Chongba, Nalan Feixue hated her. In the past ten years, Nalan Yurong, as a martial artist in the period of condensation, will live such a miserable life, with her pen in it.

When Nalan Yurong was sent to the whorehouse, she would take the person out after her life was not as good as her death, and then cut the bitch into a stick when she was full of hope.

The staff made by Nalan Zhengze and Zhu Chongba has been playing dead for several years, so now she has to keep Nalan Yurong to torture slowly, otherwise, her future life will not be very boring.

However, Nalan Feixue didn't expect that Nalan Yurong had fallen into this field, and someone had saved her.

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

However, Nalan's flying snow was not close to the place where the altar was set, and there was an inexplicable fear in his heart.

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

Nalan quickly stopped in the snow, hiding in a huge banyan tree, looking at the distance.

From here, she can only see Nalan Yurong groveling to several people around her, with a look of flattery, excitement and fear.

And among those people, there was a tall man who was very conspicuous. The smell of her body made Nalan's hair stand on end. But the man's face, but let her inexplicably feel some familiar.

Nalan Feixue's heart was not willing, and finally bravely sent a small seed in that direction.

This seed is planted by five evil spirits. It has only three hours of life. When it takes root, it will produce a plant similar to the ear, so that the martial artists who have been branded with the soul mark can hear all the sounds that the canger hears.

Canger flies to the altar, and Nalan's snow drives the evil spirit in his body, and soon hears the voice from there.

Nalan Yurong knelt on the ground, kowtowed to the candlelight table, murmured, "Mom, thank you for being alive, 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 again. I don't need to suffer any more. You can finally rest in peace. "

Nalan Feixue frown, the heart is full of doubts, Nalan Yurong is his father with his mother 's close elder sister, this is her 100% sure, how now have a close father?

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