MTL - The Fierce Illegitimate Miss-Chapter 150 Qinglian Saints
The scene in front of her was unexpected. She had already heard what they had said in the room. Although she did not understand the internal affairs of Qinglian, she could feel it from their words. How much people admire and expect the so-called Qinglian Saints.
But what is the situation now, she is just taking out a piece of ordinary jade, these people will call her a saint! ?
Of course, she does not believe that these people are collectively mad, so she is mistaken for the reason of Qinglian Saints, there is only one possibility left.
Looking at the man who shines in front of this phoenix, Yu Ling’s voice is an anger that has never been seen before, and she is so angry that she hates to crush the name between the teeth into powder: “Feng, Xuan, 辕!”
When she heard her gnashing his teeth, Feng Xuan’s face showed a faint smile, but it made people unable to see what emotion he was. If he had to say that he had a hint of emotion, it was a faint joy. .
Yes, this is the first time he saw her getting out of control. The first time she saw her being annoyed because of his calculations.
For a long time, she has always been proud and indifferent in front of him, and a few words from time to time will always be a gun with a stick, with a strong irony. At this moment, the woman in front of her face was full of anger, fluffy, a pair of black agate-like beauty shining, cherry-like lips with sorrow and anger, seemingly burning a blazing flame.
He likes her like this. One day, he can also influence her emotions, let her anger because of herself, not the cold look that always stands tall.
Facing her smoldering anger, Feng Xuan's smile gradually deepened, and in a flash, she made an action that made Yu Ling stunned and angry.
The long body suddenly stumbled down. Feng Xuan’s knees squatted on one knee, and the narrow eyes narrowed up slightly, looking up at the beautiful face of Yu Ling’s beautiful world. He whispered clearly: “Below Feng Xuan, see Qinglian Holy Virgin, may the Virtuous woman be born with mercy, and protect my Qinglian teaching thousands of people!"
If the behaviors of the past worshippers can be explained by misunderstandings, then at this moment, Feng Xuan’s behavior is undoubtedly the identity of her Qinglian saint!
There is a jade that shows the identity, and there is a word promised by Feng Xuanzhen. Yu Ling is so arrogant that he can't take off the title of Qinglian Saints!
Looking at the large figure of Tsing Yi under his eyes, Yu Ling, who used to see countless big scenes, could not digest the news.
She was also immersed in the infinite resentment that fell into the Fengxuan 辕 trap, and flashed through countless pieces in her mind—
He once said that she would promise her something unexpected.
He once said, I want to hold you.
He once said that you don't want to have anything to do with me, I will not let you do it!
But she never imagined that he would force her to stay with her in such extreme ways!
It is ironic that her husband and Qinglian are enemies, but she has inexplicably become the Qinglian saint!
The cold palm can not help but hold it tightly, pinching the Qinglian jade in the hand, this identity, she must not!
Quickly sorted out the thoughts, Yu Ling said with a deep voice: "Feng Lord, what does this mean?"
It seems that she would have asked this question. Feng Xuanzhen stood up, and the cool lips smacked a shallow curvature. It looked like a slightly respectful bow. He replied: "The jade in the hands of the saint is Qinglian. The treasures that have been lost for a long time, the scriptures have clouds: Jiuzhong Yulian, the sacred woman, and the sacred sacred, the sacred lotus, is the symbol of the saint."
Yu Lingling heard the silver teeth biting, this guy is really a mouthful to come, this jade is clearly what he gave her!
Despite the fire in the mind, Yu Linglong still calmly controlled herself, and did not publicly shout it out because she knew that she was in Qinglian teaching at this moment, even if she knew that she was not a Qinglian saint. This jade is brought to her by Feng Xuanzhen, and these fanatical Qinglian congregations cannot believe it.
One is the highly prestigious leader in their hearts, one is a strange girl, holding the long-awaited saint jade, who will believe her pale explanation?
Yu Linglong can even guess that Feng Xuan’s dare to say this in public, naturally it is premeditated, and she is not afraid of her words to poke herself. Even if she insists that this jade is given to her by Feng Xuan, Feng Xuan will also use a full The reason to explain. How can these Qinglian cults, who are extremely fanatical in their religious beliefs, doubt the Fengjiao masters they trust with all their heart?
Facing Feng Xuan's fox-like gaze, and looking at the thousands of worshippers in front of him, Yu Linglong suddenly had a feeling of powerlessness.
This is to force Liangshan. At this moment, if she distinguishes herself from the Qinglian Saints, who would believe?
It is these Qinglian believers who believe her words, I believe she is really not a Qinglian saint, and what is the consequence of falling into the Qinglian teaching nest, she can not imagine.
Will these disappointing cult believers shatter her in public?
The cool jade was so painful that she had a pain in her hand. She closed her eyes helplessly and was forced to open her mouth.
"Get up."
This simple statement means that she has accepted the identity at the moment.
As for the future, let me talk about it later!
Hearing her depressed voice, Feng Xuan’s face crossed a look of self-satisfaction, but disappeared without a trace. He turned and said to all the Qinglian sects on the ground: "The saint is now on the verge , my Qinglian education revival, just around the corner!"
Looking at the faces of those believers, there was a thrill of excitement. When Qi Feng shouted with Feng Xuan’s arm, Yu Ling’s heart suddenly crossed a trace of ominous premonition.
With so many people gathered here and without concealing their whereabouts and voices, it can only be said that this place is a place far from the capital, and it is even more likely to be a wilderness.
During the time when she fainted, how long did Feng Xuanyuan take her away? How far is it from the capital here?
Yu Ling looked at the dark night sky at the top of the head. It should be late at night. He must have discovered her missing things long ago. With his and his means of dark defense, he has not found it yet! ?
Not waiting for him to think more, Feng Xuanyuan has stretched out his hands and pressed down, indicating to the public to stop the sound, and then said with aloud: "It is too late, the saints need rest, everyone will disperse first."
The congregation bowed to Yu Ling, and this was retired.
Yu Ling was cold-faced and did not say a word. It was not her pretending arrogance, but her heart was still full of anger at this inexplicable sacred identity.
Her indifference, she added a bit of mystery to her, and the Qinglian devotees who refused to look at her did not even look at her. They bowed their heads deeply and retired with respect. It is.
Seeing Feng Xuanyuan still telling something to some elders, Yu Lingyan turned back to the room.
In a short while, Feng Xuanyuan also entered the room. Seeing Yu Ling’s face sitting on the couch with a sullen face, she showed a brisk smile and said, “Why, not happy?”
Hearing his indifferent tone, Yu Ling’s heart slammed into a nameless fire, and she stood up sullenly, and her white face was full of cold anger.
"Feng Xuanyuan, you better explain to me, what is going on!"
Seeing her imposing appearance, Feng Xuanzhen was not afraid, as if she only saw a cat with a hairy hair, and shouted that he needed his comfort.
Stepping forward slowly, Feng Xuan’s face showed a sinister smile, and the narrow and long scorpion was not stunned, and he decided to look at Yu Lingling.
"I want you, stay with me."
His voice was full of arrogance, and declared her belonging. She seemed to regard her as a dress, a display, and he liked it, and forced to stay.
Only his eyes have sold out his emotions. In the concentrated gaze, with a touch of inquiry, a touch of reluctance, a touch of nostalgia, just look at her like a blink of an eye, she will fly away.
The nail is embedded in the palm of her hand. She tries to suppress her anger and looks directly at Feng Xuan's eyes: "All this is designed by you!"
This is not an interrogative sentence, but an affirmative sentence.
From the day he put on this piece of jade, she always felt that something was wrong. On the cliff, his expression, his tone, did not seem to give her a gift, but more It is like giving her a restraint.
But she really did not expect that this seemingly ordinary jade has such a symbolic meaning!
Yu Pei, who has been lying in the palm of his hand, handed it to Feng Xuan, and Yu Ling shouted: "I don't do anything about the saint, this thing, still you!"
Looking at her palm-like palm, Feng Xuan had a moment of disappointment, but in a blink of an eye she looked up at her and said, "Do you want me to tie it back to your neck?"
Seeing that he was so rogue, Yu Ling was so angry that his eyes were smoldering, and the anger of the night was finally sprayed out, and he raised his hand and smashed it.
"Feng Xuanyuan, you are looking for death!"
The big hand swiftly lifted, and Yu Pei, who had thrown her out, was taken back to her hand. Feng Xuan looked down at the palm of her hand and looked at Yu Ling’s eyes a little more evil. “It seems that you really want it. I will give you one back."
Seeing that he stepped over to her step by step, Yu Ling consciously reached out and probed the dagger on the outside of the calf. Unexpectedly, this touch was empty.
Seeing the surprised look on her face, Feng Xuan sly smiled coldly: "Do you think that I will let you keep it?"
Yu Ling's powder punch is sharply gripped, but my heart is heavy!
It seems that when she was unconscious, he had already checked her body and confiscated the dagger!
"give me back."
This is not a request, but an order.
When the sword eyebrows are picked, Feng Xuanzhen asks very simply: "Why?"
Taking a deep breath, Yu Ling slowly got up and sat on the couch again.
The first anger of becoming the Qinglian saint has passed, and Yu Ling’s mind has been awake. At this moment, she has roughly guessed the true intention of Feng Xuanyuan.
The pretty face reveals a cold smile. Yu Ling looked at Feng Xuanzhen and asked faintly: "If your subordinates know that I am not the true Qinglian saint, you can know what kind of chaos the Qinglian church is. ?"
Feng Xuanxi smiled confidently: "They will never know. Only me and you know this secret, and you will not believe in your words."
Yu Ling's silver teeth bite, it seems that she is right, Feng Xuanzhen will not let her have a chance to turn over!
When the beauty rises, Yu Lingwei slightly faces her face, and her eyebrows rise, and she smiles and says: "Oh? Maybe after they calm down, they will be very curious. Why did the Qinglian Saints not appear, not appear late? Will it appear when Qinglian has just been hit hard?"
The phoenix phoenix suddenly became cold, and Feng Xuan’s voice took a few minutes. "What do you mean by this?"
Yu Ling looked at his nervous look with a sly look and said slowly: "Feng Xuanyuan, don't think I don't know, you have been using it for me. At first you used me to save your own life, and later used me to save Ganlin. Now I am using Qinglian Saints to stabilize the now-smooth Qinglian. Feng Xuan, in addition to use, what else do you have for me? I really regret it now, how could I save you such a white-eyed wolf? !"
The voice of her last word has not yet landed, and the ghostly blue figure has already flashed in front of her. Without waiting for her reaction, the body has already fallen into a tyrannical embrace.
"How dare you say that!?"
She would think so? Thought that he has been using her, thinking that he has no affection for her? Is she a blind man? I can't see his care and seriousness for her! ?
If she didn't want her to stay with her, how could he give her the hard-working Qinglian jade, how could she stop her sedan and stop her from marrying others?
At this moment she is in his arms, but even if he is tight, he still can't feel her existence. Is that tight and awkward body her? Why did he and her stick so tightly, but still did not have a slight sense of security, as if as soon as he let go, she would disappear completely and never catch it.
He only wants her, just wants to have her, is this wrong? Why did he do so much, but she never felt his mind?
He only feels that his heart is so painful. The pain that goes deep into the bone marrow is heavier than any injury.
This pain was so cruelly biting his heart that he could not feel the resentment of Yu Ling.
The teeth bite his muscles mercilessly, and he grinds hard. Yu Ling knows that his own hands can't beat the evil spirits of Feng Xuan, and he can only make the most instinctive tricks of women, bite!
The tiny teeth bite him bitterly until the mouth is full of **** taste, but the man who hugs her, seems to be unaware of her, holding her in motion.
For a long time, I felt the strength of his arm gradually loosened, and Yu Linglong finally broke away from the hoop-like embrace.
This look, even she was a little surprised, Feng Xuanyuan's left chest has been bitten by her two rows of fine blood holes, blood soaked his blue robes, still continually braving.
Does this man have no pain, even if he doesn't move?
Yu Ling’s heart was slightly shocked, but it quickly converged her mind. She reached out and wiped the blood of her mouth. She said in a deep voice: “Give me the dagger, I will not tell you your secret.”
Feng Xuan, who was bitten by her blood but unconsciously, was stabbed by her words. He looked at Yu Lingling and looked at it: "This dagger is important to you?"
She is so proud and proud, but she is willing to take a dagger for the district, and promised that he will not tell the secret of this day. This dagger must have a very important meaning for her.
Yu Ling nodded and did not intend to conceal: "That was given to me by my husband."
A gentle word, but let Feng Xuan stunned.
Her husband! ?
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