A loud "bang" sound came from the mountain gate.
The next second, a loud shout was heard,
"Old Bald Ass Changli, hand over Qi Mingyue to me!"
This shout and curse made all the disciples present tremble even more than the loud noise just now.
Chang Li's eyes fell on the mountain gate, and in the next moment, his figure flashed and appeared at the mountain gate.
Qing Hui stood menacingly on the huge stone mountain gate of Fanye Sect that was broken into two halves. When he saw Chang Li, he yelled and cursed again,
"Hand over Qi Mingyue to me! Otherwise, don't blame me for crushing your Brahma Industry Sect today!"
Changli sighed and shook his head with a helpless look.
"The princess really wants to embarrass the young monk?"
"Old bald donkey, you harbored my Xiliang felon, and you still have the nerve to accuse me of making things difficult for you? Why don't you think about it yourself, what crime do you deserve!" Qing Hui cursed loudly.
"I'm sorry, little monk, to comply with the princess's request." Changli clasped his hands together and recited the Buddha's name, "Amitabha."
At this moment, a woman wearing a light blue dress suddenly rushed towards Ning Fengxu and rushed towards Ning Fengxu. Her eyes were filled with tears and her voice was full of emotion and she called out,
"Ning Lang, Ning Lang, you are still alive. It's really great that you are still alive, woo woo..."
She cried with true emotion, as if she had seen her dead husband come back to life and had all kinds of grievances and hatreds to express, and she was burying herself in Ning Fengxu's arms.
Ning Fengxu turned sideways slightly and quickly avoided her embrace.
"Is Ning Lang still blaming me? I was wrong, I was really wrong," she stood there sadly, looking at Ning Fengxu, and cried softly: "I really regret it. After you leave, I will Only then did I realize that nothing in this world can compare with you. I cried all night in the Buddhist hall, just begging the Buddha to let you live. If you can come back alive, I will do whatever you ask me to do!"
"Ning Lang, can you forgive me? I promise that I will never force you to do anything you don't like from now on. As long as you can stay by my side, that's enough."
Lan Qianxue cried with tears on her face.
Qing Hui couldn't help but look at Lan Qianxue's face.
She has a delicate and beautiful appearance, a harmonious and charming person, and is delicate and pitiful.
It's very pitiful.
If Qi Mingyue's fragility is caused by her illness and she has not pretended to be good at it, then the person in front of her is truly a natural person, with tenderness in her bones, especially her affectionate eyes. I couldn't help but give her my heart.
Qing Hui glanced at Ning Fengxu again curiously.
Well, maybe Ning Fengxu was really blind. There was no reaction on his face at all. He could not see any joy, anger or disgust.
Compared to her, a hollow tree without a heart, she was even more cold and heartless.
Looking at the disciples of the Fanye Sect who followed Lan Qianxue, they started to feel pity and distress, and then looked at Ning Fengxu with condemning and resentful eyes, as if Ning Fengxu was some kind of heartless man who abandoned his family and his son. Same.
Qing Hui looked at the others again.
Well, there are a few people who are very special. One of them was brought by her, especially the big devil Liu Shuangyue. She probably hated this kind of woman the most in her life. She almost rolled her eyes.
Song Yun listened to the gossip and had an expression on his face, as if he was very curious about the world of adults.
And the monk with evil eyes not only remained unmoved, but even smiled evilly.
Qing Hui rolled his eyes, suddenly jumped over, hugged Ning Fengxu's arm, raised his head proudly, and shouted to Lan Qianxue,
"Where did you come from, little goblin? Anyone who dares to seduce me doesn't take me as his wife seriously?"
