An Yi looked at that charming face, knowing clearly that it was an illusion, but he still couldn't help but raise his little hand and wave it.
"How brave!" Suddenly, Feng Qingchen's fierce voice sounded in An Yi's ears.
An Yi was startled, rubbed his eyes, and saw "Feng Qingchen" walking towards An Yi slowly.
An Yi couldn't help but blink, and saw that "Feng Qingchen" slowly walked up to An Yi, stretched out her hand towards An Yi, "Madam, it's okay, come down!"
For a moment, An Yi couldn't tell the difference between reality and illusion.
If it is a phantom formation, Feng Qingchen has already ascended the throne as the emperor, so he should not claim to be the king.
If it were reality
An Yi hesitated for a moment and floated down from the roof.
"Feng Qingchen" stretched out her slender white arms to hold An Yi's hand.
Not smelling the familiar fragrance of green lotus, An Yi instantly took a step back. At this moment, "Feng Qingchen" in front of her waved the psychic sword in her hand.
The sword was shining brightly, and the sword moves of "Feng Qingchen" were fast and cruel.
"Have you seen it? You are the only phoenix of the Dashu Dynasty and will threaten his empire in the future. Do you think he will keep you? And your child, Little Lanfu, is the formation eye that unlocks the golden dragon phase. You Do you know how much pain he would have endured if he had not sacrificed little Lanfu? When he takes possession of the world, he will seek immortality, and your child will become a victim of his immortality. Can you bear all this?" The voice of the man in white rang again.
It was very difficult for An Yi to stop the man in white from continuing and catch the move of "Feng Qingchen".
"Persuade him to hand over the dragon's breath and let him take you and your children to live in seclusion. Never enter the world and live a happy life. Wouldn't it be good?" the man in white said in a deep voice, but as soon as she finished speaking, "Feng Qing "Chen" suddenly thrust the cold sword in his hand towards An Yi's back.
"Hey!" The surprised voice of the man in white sounded behind An Yi, a sharp sword energy shot out from the psychic sword, and a white mantle slowly fell from the air.
The scene in front of him suddenly changed. An Yi saw the street in Yancheng again. There was a man in white standing in front of him. He still couldn't see his face clearly, but the white piece of cloth falling on the ground reminded An Yi of the true identity of "Feng Qingchen" just now. It stabbed the man in white.
An Yi turned to look at her side. Feng Qingchen held her waist with one hand and held the psychic sword in the other. Her beautiful eyes were as cold as the ice of mountains and rivers, and she said in a deep voice: "I have told you that I will never I will hand over the dragon's breath, so you don't have to be wishful thinking!"
The man in white whispered: "You can break my formation, you are really powerful!"
Feng Qingchen sneered: "I have given you a chance, but you don't seem to cherish it. In this case, don't blame me for being rude!"
The body of the man in white was floating in the air, and his voice came over: "I just want to help you. You can choose between Dragon Breath and your lover and relatives!"
"I entered the palace at the age of five. Do you know how I survived? That is, don't trust anyone!" Feng Qingchen's eyes darkened, and the sword in his hand became straighter, "I don't believe you! Besides, I don¡¯t like my life controlled by others! If you have the ability, you can take my dragon breath yourself!¡±
The man in white sighed quietly: "You will come to beg me!" (Remember the website address of this website: www.hlnovel.com