Chapter 403: [Long Time No See, Letter From Ling Feixue]
Chapter 403: [Long Time No See, Letter From Ling Feixue]
Chapter 403: [Long time no see, letter from Ling Feixue]
"Hey, I'll be the godfather of you two from now on."
"If you want something, tell your godfather, godfather will buy it for you haha!"
After the battle with Aishaliel last night, Su Ning is in a pretty good mood today, and his killing intent towards Princess Meghan and Charles has also weakened a lot.
After all, last night Alsalil served him very comfortably, and Princess Meghan and Prince Charles are Alsalil's own flesh and blood.
For the sake of Aishaliel and the child in her womb, Su Ning finally decided to spare the lives of Princess Meghan and Charles, and at the same time set them free, ordering them to come and go freely in the territory of the Earl of Wren, even Can leave the territory and return to the royal family.
"If you two want to leave, I won't stop you."
"This is your freedom."
Su Ning smiled slightly, said with a big wave of his hand, and ordered the own guards to release Princess Meghan and Prince Charles from the imprisonment.
With a sound of "click~", on the original white and clean arms of Princess Meghan and Prince Charles, a few pieces of handcuff-shaped soil fell down and fell to the ground.
Both of them looked at each other in shock, not knowing when Su Ning restrained Spirit Power.
This Spirit Power handcuff is one of Su Ning's exclusive Cultivation Techniques, which can restrain the other party without knowing it.
Even the other party will not have any awareness, and neither walking nor activities will be subject to any restrictions.
Only when people bound by handcuffs want to use Spirit Power to attack Su Ning, the role of Spirit Power handcuffs will be highlighted to prevent their attacks.
"Su Ning, I will not recognize you, even if you are with my mother, I will not recognize your father's identity!"
"One day, I will definitely seek revenge on you!"
Prince Charles, who was uncuffed from Spirit Power, roared to Su Ning, thinking of the humiliation his mother suffered last night, Charles only felt more uncomfortable than killing himself.
Moreover, the next time Su Ning wants to insult his personality, he can really say that classic line.
"I x your mother!"
The moment Prince Charles was handcuffed off and his Spirit Power was restored, a violent force in his body rushed towards Su Ning with lightning speed, and a bright flame shot from Charles' chest in the direction of Su Ning, heading straight for Su Ning. Ning's eyebrows went away.
"Su Ning, go to hell!"
"This is the price you pay for insulting my mother!"
Seeing the fire slowly approaching Su Ning, Charles' eyes showed a look of excitement.
This flame is even taken from the underworld fire of the demons. Once it encounters a living object, it will definitely be burned, otherwise it will never be extinguished.
Even if Su Ning has the strength of the Mahayana Realm, once he is contaminated by flames, he will be burned by the flames until he finally dies.
"boom!"
"boom!!"
Prince Charles' excited eyes instantly went out in less than a second, because the next second he saw a water ball appearing in front of Su Ning, blocking Own's attack and extinguishing the fire ball.
When I came back to my senses, it was not Su Ning who resisted my attack just now, but her own sister, Princess Megan.
"Charles, stop making trouble."
"Su Ning is now the mother's lover, you can't shoot him."
Princess Meghan looked indifferently at Charles's own Little Brother, with infinite sorrow and sadness in her heart, and worried about her Little Brother's IQ.
With Su Ning's strength, even if he didn't stop it just now, Charles's The Underworld Underworld might not be able to do anything to Su Ning.
Stealing chickens is not a loss, but it will arouse Su Ning's hatred and disgust. At that time, not only will he and Charles not be able to leave, but they may be destroyed in Su Ning's castle.
"Aishalil, take good care of this child."
"Otherwise, Charles will suffer a lot in the future."
Su Ning, who escaped Charles' attack without any risk, not only did not show the slightest annoyance, but instead kindly reminded Al Shariel beside him.
Su Ning's big hand gently stroked Aishalil's lower abdomen, slowly stroking it, full of the aura of fatherly love.
Suining lowered his head and whispered in the ear of Alshariel's elf,
"Aishalil, when our child is born, you can spend more time thinking about it."
"We must teach him to be a good boy who is knowledgeable and polite, and he cannot be rude and disrespectful to his elders like Charles."
"Su Ning, what the hell are you!"
Sensing Su Ning's provocation to own, Charles became furious again regardless of the strength gap between the two, wanting to fight Su Ning desperately.
Unexpectedly, as soon as he opened his mouth, his mouth was instantly sealed by an invisible force.
This time, it was still not Su Ning who made the shot, but Aishalil.
"Charles, you went too far this time."
Aishalil looked at Su Ning lovingly, then turned around and taught his own son a sullen look,
"Earl Su Ning is my lover now, I don't ask you to treat him like a father, but at least you must maintain the minimum respect for His Highness the Earl."
"If you are so unreasonable to His Highness Su Ning again, then don't blame me for denying your son!"
Al Shariel's words were so heavy that Prince Charles' brain was not slowed down for a while.
He looked helplessly at the three people in front of him, feeling how lonely and helpless he was at that moment.
It is clear that one of Ashaliel and Princess Megan is own mother, and the other is own sister.
According to common sense, they should all be the people who are most worthy of my trust and have the closest relationship with me.
But now, because of the appearance of Su Ning, everything has changed.
The mother and sister Princess Megan all sided with Su Ning and isolated themselves.
"Su Ning, you wait!"
"I will definitely come back for revenge!"
Prince Charles put down his harsh words, and quickly left Su Ning's Rennes without looking back.
Su Ning easily let Prince Charles go without any hindrance.
As for the so-called revenge, Su Ning didn't take it seriously.
From the Eastern Wasteland Spirit Sword Sect to the Tianxu Shenzhou British Kingdom, Su Ning has offended people along the way.
It can be said that Su Ning finally came to the current position by stepping on the bones of countless people.
There are too many people who can't wait to tear Su Ning into pieces. Prince Charles is not qualified enough to take Su Ning into his heart.
Letting Charles off now is just because he doesn't want Ashaliel and Princess Meghan to be too sad.
Su Ning settled the two girls and returned to the own room, ready to think about how to explain to L'Oreal about Alshalil wearing her evening dress.
After all, there are three women in one scene, Su Ning still needs to make some preparations in order to avoid jealousy between the two.
After Su Ning returned to the room, he suddenly saw a knight wearing the clothes of the Treasure Pavilion waiting outside the door.
The man had curly red hair, a high nose bridge, and thin cheeks. He was a typical person from Tianxu Shenzhou.
However, judging from the rose-colored pattern on his clothes, it was obvious that he was a knight hired by the Treasure Pavilion.
"Shangguan Feifei sent you here?"
"What's matter?"
Su Ning asked the man. When the knight saw Su Ning, he looked him up and down carefully, and after confirming his identity, he didn't talk nonsense.
A huge scroll was summoned directly from the own storage ring, on which the ciphertext of Eastern Wasteland was used to depict complex and prosperous lines.
"His Royal Highness Earl Su Ning, I am the special messenger of Zhenbao Pavilion."
"There is a letter, I hope you can sign for it.
Su Ning took the letter, a wisp of Spirit Power swept over it, and a line of golden characters appeared on it.
Looking at the hot golden fonts on it, Su Ning suddenly felt a simple power and aura, and at the same time, his own thoughts drifted to distant memories.
—— By Ling Feixue
—— Received by Su Ning
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