Descent of the Phoenix – 13 Years Old Princess Consort

Chapter 1780

Master, please forgive me. "

After that, he kowtowed to King Zun of Ming island.

The king of Hades stood tall in front of the white jade dragon chair and watched Ouyang Yu Fei kowtow his head. With a brush of his sleeve robe, he turned sideways and said coldly, "who is your master, I can't bear it."

Cold and cold words, in other people's ears to listen to no harm.

But listening to Ouyang Yufei's ears, it seems like a sharp sword, deeply pierced into the heart.

For a moment, he could hardly breathe.

He didn't move his head on the ground.

Ouyang Yufei then kept such a posture, took a deep breath and said: "master, don't blame your apprentice.

Please take back your life.

Master knows that there are millions of people in the island.

If this order comes out, then Ryukyu will be the target of all.

The pursuit of millions of people, the consequences

She has always been the daughter of Nalan Shui, the daughter of your niece and the last blood of the Nalan royal family.

You see in the face of the disciple, do not give such an order.

Master. "

The low voice sounds, not like choking, but it makes people feel the voice cry blood, every sentence can't bear.

Ryukyu clenched his fist and clenched his gums.

This Ouyang Yufei, this Ouyang Yufei

How come at this time, he still

He still thinks about her like this, which is how to repay her, how to repay her?

Ouyang Yu Fei's voice fell and the hall was silent.

There are some slight hesitations on the left and right Dharma protectors.

Not for Ryukyu, but because she is the last blood of Naran family.

If it is killed, then Nalan will be cut off forever.

The breath is cold, lingering and depressing.

The king of Ming island looked coldly at Ouyang Yufei, who was kneeling towards him.

This is his best apprentice.

He was almost the apprentice raised by his son.

He gave him whatever was good or suitable for him.

He is also the most intimate apprentice.

But here and now we meet and face each other.

How can human feelings really be? How can human feelings be.

The fingers in the sleeve robe slowly clenched into fists,