Chapter 1021

Wang Dacheng, who was pitied by God, said two wishes at this time.

Enjoy the beauty of heaven, and then die.

God only promised him one wish.

Just as he untied the beauty's upper body, the dazzling white came into his eyes and made his breathing speed up, and his excited heart almost jumped out of his chest, a hand suddenly appeared under his chin.

Whose hand?

Lao Wang was stunned and looked down.

This hand, too, is extremely beautiful, delicate, white and tender, warm and cool, and greasy.

Then, he slowly turned back and saw a charming face.

His heart, again without warning of a big jump.

All the blood, from the four limbs to the brain, let his eyes turn red.

God, it's so nice to Lao Wang.

Before he died.

Not only see the true face of Yang coffin coffin, but also appreciate the fox spirit into the flower night God charming face.

He wanted to say thank you to God.

Such a charming young woman is certainly not a strong opponent of Lao Wang. He pours down on the ground and forcibly completes good deeds. That's the only result.

Just as he opened his mouth, he heard a strange sound.

Sounds like a crack?

And the sound, it seems, comes from his neck.

His eyes full of doubts, with the flower night God charming smile, gradually freeze frame.

It's like he's been dirty for sixty-six years.

Huayeshen killed Laowang, really for his good.

If you let the king know that Lao Wang once insulted her, and let him die in a year of great pain, she is not worthy to be the king again.

"Originally, when you rescued the king, I felt guilty for having to kill him. Fortunately, your next behavior has eliminated my worries. "

The corpse of Lao Wang was thrown aside. Hua yeshen laughed and looked down at Yang's coffin.

Before that, she knew the legend of Xuanyuan king.

But over the years, Hua yeshen has only seen Yang's body as a man.

In the flame, except for the elder, no one has seen Xuanyuan Wang's face as a woman.

Gayne, she also wore a mask or a black veil all the year round in the valley of fire.

Huayeshen had guessed that when Wang Shang was a woman, she should be very beautiful.

After all, when Yang coffin appeared as a man at the ancestor worship ceremony on the third day of March, his handsome face charmed all the female members of flame.

When Xuanyuan was a man, he was so handsome. When he turned into his daughter, he had to be more beautiful?

Yang coffin coffin true face, beautiful to let flower night God have some shame.

Clean.

She stared at Yang's face for a long time before she thought of the word.

In addition to the word clean, there is no other noun that can match Yang's appearance.

What Lao Wang thought of, such as the beauty of the moon, is too vulgar to use on Yang's coffin.

Hua yeshen can confirm that Yang's coffin is her great king.

That's because she saw with her own eyes how Yang's coffin, which was smiling slyly, easily confused Helan Fusu and threw it out.

Yang didn't know that it was Helan Fusu.

But flower night God knows.

When Helan Fusu is anxious to persuade Yue Zitong to leave, he doesn't know that Hua yeshen is also worried about his safety.

Don't say that Hua yeshen's first time has long been taken away by Li Nanfang. The Helan family once told her clearly that they had no chance to be together, and she still couldn't forget him.

No matter how much a woman changes, she will never forget the man she loved.

Therefore, in Yue Zitong's marriage ceremony, although huayeshen was always light and didn't know Helan Fusu, she never left him.

Including the tornado, Helan Fusu not only did not run away quickly, but rushed into the hotel from the door.

What's Helan Fusu doing in the hotel?

Flower night God doesn't need brain at all, can infer.

Just as she always cares about Helan Fusu, he always cares about Yue Zitong.

Flower night God will not blame Helan Fusu for this.

On the contrary, he will feel that he is doing the right thing.

Helan Fusu in the hotel, how to persuade Yue Zitong, hiding outside the flower night God do not know.

She doesn't want to go in either. She just needs to hide in the dark and wait for Helan Fusu to come out safely.

Helan Fusu came out safely, but met Yang coffin under the cover of sand.

Then, Helan Fusu soon became sad.

He Lan Fu Su force value how high, flower night God in the heart is very clear.

As she saw that he was easily knocked unconscious, she immediately guessed who this person was.

In addition to Xuanyuan king, no one can take Helan Fusu such a master, easily down.

This is completely the intuition of Hua yeshen, who is 100% sure that the woman who makes a funny voice is the king who is thought to have died overseas by Li Muchen and others!

In front of Yang's coffin, Hua yeshen is like a mouse who has seen a cat. He dares not breathe when hiding there.

In fact, even if she gasped, it was OK. After all, the scene was too chaotic.

The wind roared and screamed. Yang's mind was on Yue Zitong. How could he notice her?

Hidden in the dark, huayeshen also saw that shortly after Wang Shang entered the hotel, a dark figure came in slowly with a stick in both hands.

Who is this man?

Flower night God can't see, the sight is too bad.

And the man didn't make any sound, so she couldn't judge.

But Hua yeshen could judge that he was going against the king from the careful way he walked into the hotel.

She didn't care.

She thought, no one can hurt the king.

Besides, she also hoped that the king would die.

After all, the king is the biggest nightmare for her.

Since that man can't kill the king, he can only be killed by the king.

Flower night God does not doubt the outcome, also lazy to tube, as long as the dying person, not Helan Fusu good.

But the result was far beyond her expectation.

Just when the tornado was about to leave and the vision began to be clear, Hua yeshen saw the king scream and was thrown out of the window of the east wall of the hotel with that stick.

Before huayeshen made the next reaction, the king was swept away by the tornado.

My Lord, are you dead like this?

By that person, success plot!

Flower night God staring at the direction of the tornado left, a blank brain.

When her brain thought finally returned to normal, Li Nanfang had calmly left, the dust in the sky also began to fall, and director Liang's car arrived.

Flower night God this just like the beginning of a dream to wake up, while hiding in other people are running out, the scene of a mess, quietly left the scene.

She's going after the tornado.

She's going to see where the king will be swept by the tornado.

Perhaps, only when he saw the king's body with his own eyes could he believe that she was really dead.

Huayeshen didn't catch up with the tornado, because the black dragon, which was farther and farther away from the scene of the marriage, became lighter and lighter, disappeared completely after passing a mountain beam.

The man wrapped in it also fell from a height of hundreds of meters in the drizzle.

Huayeshen didn't think that the king could survive after falling from such a high place.

But in fact, just like she didn't believe that the person who plotted against the king could succeed, but in the end, she succeeded. Yang's coffin fell into the river and was rescued by an old man fishing in the rain.

And tore open her clothes, trying to stage a wonderful field battle.

Flower night God hopes the king can die at the same time, also extremely awe her.

Who will watch their awe of the people, by an old shameless abuse?

No one.

So Wang Dacheng died.

As a result, the flower night God was stunned by the beauty that could not be described by the king's words.

Drop by drop.

The sound of the car flute from a distance awakens the flower night God, who is deeply immersed in the beauty. Subconsciously, he looks back and finds nothing unusual. Then he learns from Lao Wang and kneels on the grass.

The greasy, warm and cool right hand, five fingers slowly spread, gently placed on Yang's slender neck.

No matter how powerful Yang's coffin is, her throat bone will not be harder than Lao Wang's. Hua yeshen's right five fingers only need to shrink, and she will become a corpse like Lao Wang.

As long as Xuanyuan king died, then no one can restrain the three great goddesses.

Don't mention the elders.

A group of old people who only know how to enjoy themselves.

Li Muchen, Zhanxing God and the two of them are now actively planning how to kill those old people.

The two of them are afraid of the king!

What if the king dies?

Flower night God looking at Yang coffin that clean face, ear again floated those words that Li Muchen said that day.

It's false to say that Hua yeshen is not interested.

After all, the three sisters are very powerful and arrogant women. Only when Xuanyuan died would they be willing to listen to the elders' orders and continue to be exploited willingly.

But even if she now killed Wang Shang, and Li Muchen two people "rebellion" success, completely in their own hands, then what?

The "red pink skeleton" described by Li Muchen is just like the ghost claw of the ghost, pinching her neck. In a certain period of time, it can make her from the current sexy and charming to a living skeleton that will disgust her at a glance.

Yang's coffin is the only one who can solve the red pink skeleton.

If she is killed for the first time, Hua yeshen will wait for her tragic death.

But who can guarantee that huayeshen won't kill Wang Shang, and Wang Shang will give her an antidote after he wakes up?

There's no guarantee.

The king is the king, unless she dies.

Otherwise, no one can threaten her and make her do anything.

So, do you want to kill her or not?

Flower night God put Yang coffin coffin neck right hand, began to tremble slightly.

After a long time, he sighed and drew back his hand to dress her.

Even if Yang coffin woke up, still refused to give her antidote, let her tragic death, flower night God also recognized.

This may be her life, right?

The rain has stopped.

The gentle sunlight through the sparse branches and leaves, sprinkled in the woods by the river.

In the woods, there had been no flower night God and Yang coffin for a long time, leaving only a face down old man's body.

When people find Wang Dacheng's body, it should be a few days later.

After all, this place is far away from the downtown. Few people come here except fishing lovers.

The sun is setting and the sky is full of sunset.

Reflected on the wall from the window, plated with a layer of red gold.

Yang's pale face was smeared with rouge to make her look more charming.

However, with the sunset gradually engulfed by the darkness, her hair began to appear almost transparent white.

The face with soft lines has gradually become rigid.

After the sun set completely, Yang Xiao's eyelashes suddenly trembled gently.

As if the wings of a butterfly were fluttering.