Fantasy: Storytelling about the crying saint, the beginning of the Barren Heavenly Emperor

“Such a story development is the right reason, if this Wuwang Mansion kills Shi Yi for the sake of Shi Hao, who has become a wasted person, it will be stupid, it is too unrealistic.”

In the northwest corner of the inn, Gongzi brother Yan Qingfei shook his head and commented.

“It’s a pity that this Shi Hao, a natural supreme, could have had a great future, but now everything has been destroyed.”

When the young man on the side heard this, he spoke

“No, I think this Shi Hao, just losing a bone, may not be slumped from now on.”

Yan Qingfei was stunned when he heard this, and then said with a smile: “My brother Jianzi, do you think that this Shi Hao can still turn over against the wind?” ”

“Why not?” The young man of the sword gate asked rhetorically.

Hearing this, Yan Qingfei couldn’t help laughing:

“The road of cultivation is originally a slow step, a slow step, this Shi Hao can save his life is good, and he still thinks about turning over against the wind, how is it possible?”

The young man of the sword gate was silent when he heard this.

He was clumsy, not good at arguing, and for a moment he didn’t know how to refute it.

But he just had an intuition.

This Shi Hao will not be depressed.

“Brother Jianzi, do you want us to make a bet?” Yan Qing Feidao.

“What bet?” The sword gate youth frowned.

“We’ll bet on Shi Hao to get back up, I bet not, you bet it will.”

Yan Qingfei grinned

“As for the bet, let’s play a little bigger, how about adding 10,000 spirit stones to a top-grade exercise?”

The young man of the sword gate hesitated when he heard this, and then nodded

“Yes.”

Hearing that the young man of the sword gate should make a gambling agreement, Yan Qingfei suddenly laughed

with confidence:

“Hahaha, my brother Jianzi, you can lose this time!”

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Inside the inn.

There was a lot of discussion and argument.

On the high platform, Ning Chuan took a sip of tea and continued to talk.

“That’s how it went for a month.”

“Just when everyone in the Martial King Mansion let down their vigilance and thought that this matter was going to pass like this.”

“Shi Hao’s father Shi Ziling and mother Qin Clan have finally broken out of the siege and returned from the battlefield of the Hundred Races!”

“Shi Ziling, this person, is extremely talented, he is the best among the young generation of the Wuwang Mansion, although he is not old, his combat power is already comparable to that of the elders of the family.”

“When Shi Ziling saw Shi Hao’s tragic state and learned the truth, his eyes almost collapsed and bleed, and he only felt heart-tearing pain in his heart.”

“The old father disappeared, the young son was robbed, he killed the enemy on the front line, but the people in the palace treated his children like this.”

“Shi Ziling is crazy.”

“His black hair stood upside down, his body was full of runes, he lifted a golden war spear, and he went straight towards Shi Yi.”

“There were blockers on the road, all of them were swept by Shi Ziling’s spear, and most of the palaces of the entire Wuwang Mansion turned into ruins.”

“‘Whoever stands in my way, I will kill, whoever he is or where he comes from!’ At this moment, Shi Ziling is like a bloody god of war, no one can stop it, no one dares to stop it! ”

“A clan elder came to dissuade him, and was directly smashed by Shi Ziling’s spear.”

“In the face of more and more people surrounding her, Shi Ziling only said one sentence: ‘She broke one bone of my son, I broke a hundred bones of her!’ ”

“Shi Ziling killed with a spear, directly killed seven in and seven out in the crowd, where the war spear pointed, no one could stop its edge, countless strong people of the older generation, they were beaten and vomited blood, and their eyes were horrified.”

“Only then did they realize that this junior Shi Ziling’s combat power has long surpassed these ancestors!”

When Ning Chuan said this.

Countless listeners in the audience were so excited that they couldn’t hold back.

“Happy !!!”

“What a Shi Ziling, a good ‘she broke one of my son’s bones, I broke her hundred bones’!!”

“Hahahaha, really deceive me that there is no one behind Shi Hao?”

“Shi Ziling, worthy of Tianjiao Junjie!!”

“Big husband, it should be so!”

A celebrity shouted hello.

In front of their eyes, it seemed that they saw Shi Ziling, holding a golden war spear, killing in the Martial King Mansion, and the invincible picture.

“When it comes to the surface!”

At the back of the inn, the one-armed big Han Tieshan took a pot of wine and drank it in large gulps.

And in the inn by the window.

Nan Xiyue, who originally looked gloomy, also regained her radiance in her eyes.

“Shi Hao… Happier than me. ”

Nan Xiyue muttered.

She was sincerely happy for Shi Hao.

She was also treated like Shi Hao by the Nangong family like this, wanting to transplant her Extreme Yin Divine Body.

But……. But she failed to have parents who loved him like Shi Hao.

Even her parents couldn’t wait to quickly remove her divine body and give it to her brother.

If Shi Hao’s childhood was gray.

But Shi Ziling and his wife, maid Xiaoman, fourth grandfather…

These are the lights that shine into Shi Hao’s gray childhood.

And she is Nanxiyue.

Childhood was gray and cold from beginning to end, and I didn’t feel a moment of warmth.

……

……

Princess Huaizhu and the maid Rouge Xue.

“Wow, wow, Shi Ziling is so handsome and domineering!”

Princess Huaizhu became crazy again, and excitedly clenched her little hand, her eyes full of little stars.

“Guo Xue, what to do, I seem to be in love with Shi Ziling again!”

The maid on the side, Guo Xue, stuck out her tongue.

“Your Highness, you are really fickle, at the beginning you loved Shi Yi to die and live, but then you switched to our Shi Hao party camp earlier, I thought this was the end, who knows now… You’re in love with Shi Hao’s daddy again. ”

Hearing this, Princess Huaizhu couldn’t help but blush, and said angrily:

“Bah, little Niko, just talk too much!”

There was a pause.

Princess Huaizhu smiled proudly again: “Little Nizi, I brought you out this time right, isn’t it worth it?” ”

Hearing this, the maid Guoxue couldn’t help but nod in agreement.

Come to this Qifu Inn to personally listen to Ning Chuan’s storytelling, and in the depths of the palace, watch the content printed by others.

It’s really two different things.