Night falls.

The city of Tianqi is brightly lit, the streets are full of traffic, the sky is full of spaceships, and a bustling scene.

Putting aside the hostile relationship, if the Kingdom of Apocalypse was really founded by the goddess of wisdom, she would be really amazing just from the level of development of this civilization, and Ning Tao had to admire it.

Although he also established the Kingdom of God and planted a seed of civilization, the seed of his civilization was sown in the soil of the goddess of wisdom, and his followers of the people. It was also created by the goddess of wisdom, and it had nothing to do with him. Everything he did was just icing on the cake, and it was a hundred and eight thousand miles away from the original.

It is not embarrassing to admire the enemy.

But in this bustling and lively Tianqi City, there is a very alternative place, that is Zuixiangju. Unlike the bustling and lively surrounding it, it seems particularly deserted. No one walked around in the huge mansion, because the people were feeling that the humble room outside the isolation wall had to rest before it was dark, and the only few servants of the gods and people dared not disturb the master Lang Xianghun.

The Flower of the Divine People likes cleanliness and quietness. This is famous throughout the imperial capital, as well as her hobby of liking spices. There is a rule in the Yinxianglou that no one can get close after night. Not long ago, a servant of the Divine People forgot this rule and came to Yinxiangju after night night. He originally wanted to please Lang Xianghun and presented a rare spice he found from the market to Lang Xianghun, but the final result was that he was driven out of the Xianghun.

With this lesson, even the Sashimi, which is most respected by Lang Xiang's soul, dared not approach the Wenxiang Tower after nightfall.

There is one but an exception, and he is also a humble iron man.

This person is Ning Tao.

Ning Tao came to the door next to Xiangfang with a tray, and then shouted: "Fragrant Soul God Messenger, have you rested?"

The closed door suddenly opened, and a cold light suddenly came into the air, instantly reaching Ning Tao's face, and then hovered in front of his eyebrows.

It was an exquisite dagger. I don’t know whether it was made of divine spiritual materials with my hands. It shone with fluorescent light, looking like an energy form, but it also looked like a real thing. What inscription is engraved on the dagger’s sword, but it is used in the light-spirited language, which Ning Tao could not understand at all.

In the room, Lang Xianghun stood barefoot on the spotless floor, his expression cold and his voice extremely cold: "Don't you know you can't disturb me at night? If you can't give me a suitable reason, I'll kill you!"

Just her little sword, she might not be able to shave her hair off by shaving her hair. It would be a dream to kill Ning Tao.

But acting requires a full set.

Ning Tao pretended to be nervous and said, "Do not kill me, I drove out a little drunken fragrance soul, so I can't wait to send it to you. Since that's the case, I'm going back."

He pretended to retreat carefully, for fear that the small sword would pierce him.

"Stop!" Lang Xianghun called Ning Tao, then reached out and the small sword that was flashing with both real and fake flew back to her hands.

But she saw her insert the flashing small sword into her lower abdomen, and the sword disappeared into her body.

This is the real sword man who combines human and sword.

It turns out that it is really an energy sword.

Ning Tao was surprised and curious. What was surprised that she stabbed the energy sword into her lower abdomen. If it emerged from somewhere, it would be a big deal. What was curious was what kind of civilization the Guangling people were? The similarity with humans reached 99%, but they looked much more powerful than humans.

However, he looked silly on his face.

"Come in." Lang Xianghun said.

Ning Tao then "returned to his senses" and stepped into the house.

Lang Xianghun suddenly called Ning Tao again: "Are you wearing shoes?"

Ning Tao raised one foot, and showed Lang Xianghun his bare feet in a stand-alone position.

Lang Xianghun nodded and added: "Don't touch anything."

"Xiaomin remembers it." Ning Tao walked in and walked carefully towards Lang Xianghun.

Lang Xianghun waved his hand and the door closed again.

Ning Tao walked to Lang Xianghun, knelt down, and raised the tray over his head with both hands.

Lang Xianghun said, "Get up, wipe the bottle and open it."

Her cleanliness was indeed to the extreme. The bottle was very clean, but in her eyes, she was still very dirty and didn't want to touch it.

Ning Tao stood up, put down the tray, picked up the small porcelain bottle and wiped it on his clothes, and then pulled out the bottle plug.

The fragrance of the drunken fragrance soul suddenly spread out from the small porcelain bottle.

Lang Xianghun's energy body trembled suddenly, and an intoxicating expression appeared on her exquisite face. Soon, she was not satisfied with the little smell factor of the drunk Xianghun that was scattered in the air. She reached out to take the small porcelain bottle from Ning Tao's hand, and then couldn't wait to get to the bottle mouth and sniff it deeply.

boom!

The drinking power doubled, and Lang Xianghun's body fell softly backwards.

"Be careful!" Ning Tao chased forward and reached out to wrap his hand around Lang Xianghun's slender waist.

The tentacles were warm and delicate, and it felt like they were hugging a woman made of pearl powder, and her body also slid from his fingers.

He did hug Lang Xianghun's slender waist, but in just two or three seconds, her waist passed through his palm. Nothing was left in his hand except for the remaining mysterious and wonderful feeling, and she fell to the ground.

But the moment Lang Xianghun fell to the ground, she waved her left hand, and the small sword hidden in her body suddenly flew out and pierced her head towards Ning Tao's forehead.

Ning Tao reached out and grabbed the small sword.

The little sword kept shaking in his hands, but he could not escape his control.

At just a moment, Lang Xianghun was completely drunk and collapsed on the ground, and even her little sword was not retracted.

The sword just now was obviously her instinctive reaction. How could she tolerate a humble iron man touching her body as a noble and proud flower of the gods? But after that moment of instinct, she no longer had the instinct. Her soul completely fell into the ocean of happiness. How could she remember the humble iron man?

How exciting is this state?

As soon as she thought, the whole universe was peaceful and there was no war.

As soon as she thought, the entire universe was painted into her favorite white without any dirt.

As soon as she thought, the handsome guy in the entire universe knelt in front of her and stuck out his tongue.

As soon as she thought, she immediately became the supreme existence in this universe, and she dominated everything. Even if it was a black hole, she wanted to fill it up, and it would fill it up immediately...

It's so exciting, it's so happy!

Ning Tao put the fluorescent sword on her lower abdomen. A miracle happened. The sword slowly penetrated into her lower abdomen, but she did not react in pain at all.

Halfway through, Ning Tao suddenly had an idea in his mind. He pulled out the small sword, held it in his left hand, and used his finger as a blade in his right hand, injected the power of creation, and carved a soul mark on the sword.

This mark is the mark that was engraved in his soul by the cauldron of good and evil.

Although I don’t know what effect it will be for engraving the soul on this little sword, I won’t lose anything if I try it. If I can’t control her, at most I can use a drunken soul to get her drunk and use the power of creation to erase it.

After engraving the soul mark, Ning Tao put the small sword on Lang Xianghun's lower abdomen and slowly inserted it into Lang Xianghun's lower abdomen. She did not react at all until the hilt of the sword disappeared.

Then, he plugged the bottle plug of the small porcelain bottle and cut off the channel for the factor of the Incense Soul to spread.

The power of alcohol gradually faded, and Lang Xianghun's consciousness became a little clearer. Suddenly, he found himself lying on the ground. Sha Wujing stood beside him and looked at her. She stood up in a hurry and said nervously: "What have you done?"

Ning Tao said in a humble and arrogant manner: "The Incense Soul God Messenger, you will get drunk after smelling the drunk fragrance soul. I dare not help you, so I can only stay here and wait for you to wake up."

Lang Xianghun stared at the small porcelain bottle that was re-placed on the tray by Ning Tao, and said coldly: "What kind of spice did you refine?"

Ning Tao smiled indifferently: "The Drunken Soul is the most proud study in Xiaomin's life. It can make people feel unparalleled."

Zui Xianghun's right hand suddenly waved, and the small fluorescent sword appeared in her hand. The next second her sword hit Ning Tao's chest.

Ning Tao pretended to be surprised: "Siu Soul God Messenger, you...what are you doing?"

Lang Xianghun snorted coldly: "Who are you? You use this spice to approach me. What is your purpose of ulterior motive?"

She looks good, but she is definitely not a vase.

There is no doubt that she likes Zuixianghun. But even in the face of this irresistible temptation, she can remain sober and doubt Ning Tao's motivation is even more difficult. You know, she is actually under the influence of Zuixianghun's alcoholic power, and is not her most sober state.

Also a divine messenger, this Lang Xiang soul is much more powerful than Kun Ling and is more difficult to deal with. Otherwise, she would not be in charge of the important place as important as the Sky Temple Reincarnation Institute.

Ning Tao was not in a hurry to defend himself. He just looked at Lang Xianghun, his eyes seemed very calm. At this moment, a trace of the power of fortune penetrated into the sword body of the fluorescent sword from his chest, quietly activate the soul imprint he had just engraved.

A ball of golden light spread out from the sword.

Lang Xianghun's body suddenly stiffened and he fell straight to the ground.

This time Ning Tao did not reach out to help her, but just watched her fall to the ground.

Golden light spread, cracks appeared on the fluorescent sword. Lang Xiang's soul lying on the ground, her energy body quickly weakened and became increasingly weak.

She is dying.
Chapter completed!