The Fox King was in great pain, her mouth full of blood. She sobbed, "Husband... I know I was wrong... Please don't... don't be so angry..."
Luo Lin Xianjun suddenly laughed heartily, stabbing the Fox King's chest with his sword again and again, which made his eyes more frenzied and his smile even wider. When he saw that the Fox King was already dead, he threw the sword into the sea of fire with disgust. His increasingly blurred outline became even more desolate. He shouted to Mingye, "Corpse King, Jin'er...Jin'er was not born by this shameless old beast."
The corners of Ming Ye's lips curled up slightly. Although it was beyond his expectations, it was also reasonable. After all, the Fox King did not treat Fu Jin as his own daughter at all.
Apart from the endless demands, what else does this fox clan have left?
But what Mingye dared not think about was whether the man pretending to be him had touched Jiuxi.
Whenever he thought of her face, his heart would ache terribly. He knew her character very well and she trusted him without reservation. But now, the scene of Immortal Lord Luo Lin killing his own wife seemed to have left a mark in his mind.
It was all his fault. If he had said goodbye to her in person, the Immortal Realm would not have been able to take advantage of it.
Waves of emotion welled up in his eyes as he watched the courtyard slowly burn to ash. He said, "Li Zang, you handle the rest."
Li Zang rubbed his hands and said, "My Lord, what a bounty! So much spirit!"
Human world, midnight.
Jiuxi sat on a spotless stool, blew the dust off the table, looked at Lingzhou and said, "Why do I feel that the temple keeper won't come?"
Ling Zhou coughed softly and said, "Sir, there's something wrong with the young prince."
As soon as the words fell, Jiuxi immediately pulled open the stool and ran to the inner room. Xiaoguoer was lying on the bed, holding a storybook in her hand, reading with great interest. When she saw Jiuxi, the corners of her mouth curved up, "Mom, what's wrong?"
Jiuxi breathed a sigh of relief, "Are you feeling unwell?"
Xiao Guo'er's lips curved up as she smiled and said, "No! Mom, I'm fine. Go and do your thing!"
She called Ling Zhou in and carefully set up a barrier before walking out of the hut with peace of mind. Outside, the moon was bright and the stars were sparse, with layers of fog spreading. Jiuxi moved a small stool and sat outside, resting her hands on her chin, looking at the moon very seriously.
In the inner room, Xiao Guoer put down the storybook. His throat felt like it was on fire. He was so dry that he quickly covered his mouth. His coughing gradually subsided. Ling Zhou felt distressed and was about to go out and call Jiuxi in. Xiao Guoer hurriedly shook his little hand and shouted, "Master Ling, I'm fine. Go get me a glass of water!"
Mother already has enough things to do, he...can't trouble her anymore.
Ling Zhou looked through the window and saw the short and fat temple priest standing in the yard. He was taking out some magic water talisman and teasing Jiuxi. Even though Ling Zhou was anxious, he knew that he could not go out and disturb Jiuxi.
I could only willingly pour a glass of water and hand it to Xiaoguoer.
The temple keeper smiled cheerfully, "Young lady, within this area of several miles, there is only this little house of yours. Even though you are as beautiful as a fairy and a flower, it is still unsafe."
As he spoke, the temple keeper tried to take advantage of Jiuxi again. Jiuxi stepped back and chuckled softly, "Temple Master Lin, you're joking. I have children at home. It wouldn't be good if they saw this."
Are there children?
Lin Miaozhu's hands also lingered in mid-air, his eyes cold as he asked, "Miss, are you going to see those sneaky guys today?"
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