"Mingqian... Don't do this, you won't die! How could your father really want to kill you? How could you say that to your father! Even you are resenting your mother, because she didn't give you a sound body... It's all my fault. If you two still want to fight, you should hit me..."
"Ah Zhang, what are you thinking? Ming Qian is also our child no matter what... People outside are looking for the one underground? If it's true, give it to him. We don't want any good-looking skin. We don't want it if it's not suitable. We can't even want our life. We haven't hurt him. I don't think they will hurt us..."
Diejin listened to the words of the king of camphor and her eyes moved. No matter who they were, they didn't hurt their people, so they wouldn't hurt others. Isn't this the benchmark of a famous and decent school?
As for people like Jiang Xinrui, in fact, she doesn't have any concept in diejin's heart. She sleeps much more than she wakes up. When she has time to wake up, she thinks of being a hard-working adult. She has to use her mind to her son and husband. How can she have time to pay attention to those irrelevant things?
So in diejin's heart, she thinks it's enough to clarify the relationship between Mingqian and his son first. As for others, it's not important. It's just a little girl. Are you afraid of her? Her skin was still vital when she poured it. It was all theirs.
But at the beginning of the king of Cinnamomum camphora, she certainly can't say so, especially Ming Qian's words. She thinks that when it comes to her heart, the biggest problem of the king of Cinnamomum camphora is cowardice. She was willing to cooperate with that person to revitalize the demon world, but she doesn't want to change her mind. She doesn't know what she thought, or a few words from others can change her mind.
Of course, it is also because of this that diejin can make better use of him to condense her body for herself.
But she couldn't say the same thing.
"Bang!"
"King camphor, if you don't come out again, I'll cut your roots again. No matter how much you do, you can't help consuming. If we lose, I won't let you go! Let people go!"
When the king of camphor didn't respond for a long time, Jiang Xinrui's voice came in. Instead of being angry, he was calm and terrible. In his tone, he showed that they were killing each other today.
As long as you don't let people go, Jiang Xinrui won't go!
Looking at the black tree hole tightly closed, Jiang Xinrui gathered her hands again, and her spiritual power was enough. The whole camphor tree shook and its roots moved, as if it were about to collapse. If it wasn't for the uncertain location of Chifeng, Jiang Xinrui wanted to burn it with fire.
Her fire is a nine day mysterious fire inherited from her mother. It will never go out. This is also her secret weapon, because once the fire is big, she can't control it.
When she was in the hotel, she dared to go directly and leave Chifeng outside because she also left someone around Chifeng. It was Wenqiao. At present, Jiang Xinrui didn't meet anyone as fast as Wenqiao. As long as Wenqiao was there, even if anyone moved Chifeng, he could report to her as quickly as possible.
This is why Jiang Xinrui can come at the fastest speed.
Although she left Wenqiao just in case, Chifeng was really taken away, and Jiang Xinrui was also on fire