"How is she?" Meas looked at the screen, and wanted to see the situation of Gu Bailu through the screen.

Feng Qingtian sat down on the chair and said, "answer my king's words."

Mia stood there and said firmly, "I'll talk to you when I know about her."

He was not aggressive, his voice was light and slow, he had a good look of speaking, but he was firm and could not be refused.

He knew that his words could interest Feng Qingtian.

Only with interest can we talk about conditions. Master told him that if we find the weakness of the other side, there will always be a sudden.

"You can see the problem of my king. Can't you feel the situation inside after a screen?" Feng Qingtian's speech was clear and light, and he didn't show any anger because of his gentle threat.

In front of outsiders, he never showed emotion.

For so many years, there was no second person who could make him angry, except the one lying behind the screen.

"The border of wanwang is so strong that I can't penetrate it." Meas admitted that he could not penetrate his border.

Feng Qingtian said lightly: "even my king's border can't be penetrated. How can I believe your conditions?"

Meas hooked his lips: "is the king afraid that I will not keep my promise?"

Feng Qingtian is holding him. This man is so mysterious that he doesn't even know where he came from.

He knew how to negotiate with him, though soft as a breeze and without any aggression.

He is really not afraid that he will not keep his promise.

"What can you do?" Feng Qingtian asked.

He really wanted to untie his vision. Only in this way could he know whether his desires for Gu Bailu were the reason why his body was cursed.

"Would you like to talk to me about the terms of her redemption?" Mia wants a definite answer.

After all, it's not easy to help him get rid of his vision.

Feng Qingtian sneers, "I'm afraid you're not qualified to talk about terms with this king."

As soon as his voice fell, a group of people in black with ghost faces appeared to encircle miyas, and the cold ink jade sword in his hand radiated a dark light.

For a moment, meas felt oppressed by a powerful spiritual force.

He frowned slightly. He knew that he was strong, but he didn't expect to be so strong.

These ghost faces, he can't feel their power.

"Take it down and serve it well until he says something useful." Feng Qingtian orders coldly.

Is it because he has been too low-key these years?

Everyone thought they could fight him.

Naturally, it is impossible for meas to catch him. He pulls out his sword and is ready to let go. Suddenly, he feels his head is splitting, his nose is cold, and his blood flows out.

Poison in this temple?

"You Let it explode. " Mia's a little broken.

He seldom deals with human beings. When he meets human beings, he always fights by strength. He has never played this kind of mind.

Master said that human beings are very slippery. He has taught him many ways to prevent human beings.

But just because I was too worried about the human girl, I forgot to be alert to the surrounding environment for a while.

He didn't even notice how he poisoned it.

"Ben Wang just wanted Gu Bailu to have a quiet rest." Feng Qingtian stood up and gave him a sidelong look: "the fight is too noisy."

Feng Qingtian turns around and walks back to the back of the screen.

A group of ghost people quietly brought down MIA.

Feng Qingtian went back to the bedside and sat down, looking at Gu Bailu, whose face has been restored to ruddy color, and her eyes swept her white neck exposed outside the bedspread.