Douluo: Qian Renxue is my wife

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The middle-aged man looked happy.

"Of course... you can, you are a distinguished guest."

"but..."

......

"what!"

A girl's scream came, filling the entire front desk.

"what?"

Le Jinyu and the middle-aged man were shocked.

"I didn't expect you to show up here again."

The voice just fell.

In full view of everyone, a dark figure flashed across and stood in front of Yan Zhiruo.

"Zhiruo, I didn't expect you to have the guts to show up here. What's wrong? Are the people in the empire so relieved?"

The smoke dissipated and the man's figure gradually emerged.

He was wearing a black cloak, three or two scars crisscrossing his face, his gray hair scattered in the air, and his eyes filled with a cold aura.

"Ling Yun! What do you want to do?"

Zhiruo remained unmoved and asked coldly.

"Hahaha, you ask me what I want to do? How about dual cultivation? My skills will be perfected soon."

"In that case, you can not only rely on me, but also your empire..."

"hey-hey..."

"Isn't there also a powerful master?"

"Hahaha!"

Ling Yun's laughter filled the entire auction venue, and an invisible pressure was vaguely released, suppressing everyone!

"Presumptuous! You can touch the imperial princess too?!"

The two soldiers stepped forward together.

"roll!"

A cold light flashed, like a thunder flash in the sky, and the two soldiers fell to the ground.

"You! Don't be too presumptuous!"

"Oh?"

"Miss, this is my home court now."

Ling Yun stretched out his left hand and touched Zhiruo's chin. He gently raised her chin upwards.

"you!"

Ling Yun didn't wait for Zhiruo to speak again.

Taking a step forward, his mouth had already reached Zhiruo's ear.

"Dear Princess, if you move, the lives of everyone present..."

"You know."

"Ha ha."

Ling Yun joked casually with a hint of amusement.

"Have you thought about it? Come with me."

"still?"

"Watch all this destruction?!"

Just as he was speaking, Ling Yun waved his hand, and the entire auction front desk was filled with black mist.

"what!"

For a moment, everyone felt it was difficult to breathe, and the endless feeling of suffocation came over, making everyone feel unspeakable.

"No..., I can't breathe."

There was a feeling of suffocation, and everyone in the hall looked bitter, and the feeling of suffocation arose spontaneously, and they fell down one after another.

"hey-hey."

Ling Yun smiled evilly.

"It's okay. They just fell asleep. They are not dead yet. However, after a while, I'm afraid..."

"Back then, you didn't choose me. Today, I can give you a chance to regret it."

"Give you three minutes, princess, to think about it?"

"Haha."

Ling Yun looked determined to win.

Today's appearance was something he had planned for a long time, just to take the princess away openly in front of the largest number of people.

At this time, the past memories emerged from Ling Yun's mind again.

: Once upon a time, Zhiruo was also a girl who was inexperienced in the world. Because she didn’t want to be the princess of the empire, she secretly ran out to gain experience.

On the way, she met Ling Yun and Ling Yun's brother Ling Feng.

Ling Yun is a concubine and Ling Feng is a legitimate son, but the relationship between the two has not been affected at all.

At first, they all regarded Zhiruo as a younger sister, caring and caring, but as time went by, they fell in love and slowly...

A different kind of ambiguity gradually emerged. In order not to hurt each other's feelings, the two brothers never revealed their feelings.

Both of them are excellent and have already reached the Contra level at a young age, but younger brother Ling Yun is better.

However, in the end, although Zhiruo delayed again and again, she did not want to hurt the feelings of the two brothers.

But in the end, Zhiruo's traces were found, and the soldiers of the Yale Empire wanted to bring her back.

However, Ling Feng and Ling Yun would rather die than to die. The two of them fought side by side, leaving many scars in the battle, and finally defeated all the troops from the Yale Empire.

This move did not anger the Yale Empire and allowed the Empire to see an opportunity.

Therefore, the empire arranged a wedding for Zhiruo, but...

In the end, the empire chose the weaker Ling Feng for her.

It was at this time that Ling Feng realized the difference between a legitimate son and a concubine!

Ling Yun jumped off the cliff, but unexpectedly fell into the abyss. Unexpectedly, he came to the bloody city-the trial place set by the Rakshasa God.

From now on....

Ling Yun became possessed overnight...

The seeds of hatred have been quietly sown.

On the wedding day, everyone came to Ling Feng's residence and saw only Ling Feng's lifeless body...

And, the room was full of black air.

......

"elder sister!"

Ruoyao roared when she saw the sudden accident.

what?

elder sister? !

This!

"Miss, no!"

Qing Ning didn't have time to be stunned and grabbed her.

"Why? My holy angel can restrain him!"

Ruoyao screamed hysterically.

"It won't help if we go there. That person is probably a level 98 titled Douluo."

"Besides...she has a strong aura of gods, ordinary people..."

When Qing Ning said this, she paused.

......

"Oh? It seems that your country is really in chaos."

Looking at everything happening in front of her, Qian Renxue asked Pan Zheng jokingly.

At this time, Pan Zhengdi looked very bad, and his fists were slightly clenched.

"Ms. Qian Renxue, can you help me?"

Pan Zheng spoke slowly in a controlled tone.

"Oh? When did a level 99 titled Douluo need help from others?"

"The one who came today is just level 98."

Qian Renxue had no intention of taking action. Instead, she sat down and slowly put her left leg on her right leg.

His left hand gently brushed his white thigh.

He looked at her casually, without any sign of composure.

"Miss...."

"It's not that I don't want to go."

"It's just that you can see that he is not an ordinary level 98..."

"You should be able to feel the aura coming from there."

As he spoke, Panzheng pointed his hand to the sky.

"Oh? What does that have to do with me?"

Qian Renxue was still talking to herself.

"..."

"Your Majesty the Pope."

"We agree to all your requests this time."

Panzheng said seriously.

"Okay, then. Let's go."

Qian Renxue finished speaking.

She raised her right hand in the air, and the bright holy sword had entered her hand.