Chapter 747

Before leaving, Qin muyao looked back at the monsoon flue: "do you need me to help you find a national teacher?"

Qin muyao remembers that monsoon smoke seems to have an unusual relationship with the national teacher. Although he is not willing to contact the national teacher, he

Now the only thing that can save Ji Fengyan is the Guoshi Star Tower.

"This time, your Majesty's decision is to hide the national teacher. If the national teacher knows..."

"No need." The monsoon smoke shook its head.

Qin muyao frowned slightly, and finally left silently. This time, he didn't want to listen to what Ji Fengyan said. After leaving the dungeon, he went straight outside the imperial palace to the residence of the Star Tower of the national teacher.

Looking at Qin muyao leaving, the monsoon smoke didn't react, just lowered his head and didn't know what he was thinking.

The little old man, and the big man, who had been sleeping in front of him, also came to the iron fence to watch the silent monsoon smoke with their heads down after Qin muyao left.

"My darling, little girl, are you the destroyer? Great! Strange, you are the destroyer, how can you be locked here? " The little old man's face is strange. In his cognition, isn't the exterminator just a group of arrogant people standing at the top of the Empire?

Qin muyao deliberately lowered his voice. The little old man and the strong man didn't hear them, but But I know the identity of monsoon smoke.

"To be with you is like a tiger. Life and death are not between the thoughts of emperor Shenglong." The Han Dynasty snorted coldly, obviously dissatisfied with the saint Dragon Emperor.

Two people you a speech I a speech of say, monsoon smoke but from the beginning to the end did not open.

Until they both said that they were thirsty and ready to fight another day, they kept their heads down in the monsoon smoke, but suddenly looked up, her face raised a strange smile, her eyes turned to the two guys who talked for a long time.

"Are you the poison king? Are you good at poisons? " The monsoon smoke suddenly looked at the little old man.

The little old man cleared his throat. Just as he was going to deny it, the monsoon smoke looked at the strong man again. "What have you done?"

Before the strong man spoke, he was robbed of the opportunity by the little old man.

"It's a famous hundred people who cut off the goods. If you cut it down, you'll kill one piece."

The strong man gave the little old man a look.

The monsoon smoke suddenly laughed, "it doesn't matter. It doesn't matter who you are."

The strange smile of the monsoon smoke made the little old man and the strong man get goose bumps.

"It's over, girl. I'm afraid it's crazy to be stimulated." The little old man rubbed his arm.

Monsoon smoke suddenly stopped laughing and said: "do you want to leave here?"

The little old man and the strong man looked at each other and thought that the monsoon smoke was crazy.

"Who doesn't want to leave, but look at the chains on us. They are made of black iron. We can cut both swords and axes." The little old man shook the chain way three times smaller than the shackles of monsoon smoke.

Who knows that the voice of the little old man just landed, with a loud bang, but suddenly exploded in the cell.

The roaring sound immediately aroused the minds of the jailers in the cell. Dozens of jailers rushed over.

But suddenly I saw it!

The monsoon smoke, which was supposed to be locked on the wall by heavy Xuan iron, broke the shackles of her limbs and stood in the cell in a light way. A smile came out of her mouth and her eyes passed the dozens of gaping jailers outside the cell.

"Master, you said to me that the cultivator should have compassion, but This man is going to kill me. I'm so merciful that I can throw it away. " Monsoon smoke light mouth, that words, but I do not know who is speaking.