Villain: I Will Become Stronger By Accepting A Female Apprentice

Taihui Dynasty?

Fang Qingqing didn't ask any questions along the way, but as she followed the direction of Lang Zimiu's flight, she also realized that the territory in front of her was the territory of the Taihui Dynasty.

Her eyes flickered and her eyes moved slightly, as if she was thinking.

"Do you know what I'm here for?"

Lang Zimiu seemed to be aware of her confusion, and asked her while continuing to gallop at high speed. In the blink of an eye, he had flown into the territory, passing by the troops and small mountain villages stationed in the edge area.

"Come..." Fang Qingqing heard this and couldn't think of why he was here.

Based on seeing him in Shuihe Dynasty during the day, Fang Qingqing thought he was some kind of hermit master. After all, he had been a killer for so many years and had never been anywhere south of Huaiyuan? I have never heard of a figure like him, so powerful and so young.

"Come to make friends with the royal family of the Taihui Dynasty?"

After holding it in for a long time, Fang Qingqing said this, slightly raising her face to look at his handsome face.

Unexpectedly, Lang Zimiu slapped her hard on the face, with a loud crisp sound, making her scream.

"wrong answer."

Lang Zimiu kneaded her after the spanking.

Fang Qingqing's face suddenly filled with embarrassment. She was very ashamed of his behavior of taking advantage of her from time to time, but there was nothing she could do about it.

"Befriending? Do you think that with my energy, I am a character who wants to befriend such a top dynasty?"

"Huh?" Lang Zimiu pretended to be displeased and squeezed it hard.

Fang Qingqing pursed her lips to prevent herself from crying out in shame again. She secretly clenched her fists slightly, and the shame on her face became even worse.

Then she immediately became discouraged, opened her pink fists, and said in resignation:

"That was not what I meant..."

"What does that mean?"

Lang Zimiu continued to pretend to be displeased, and then turned her body over, changing the position of holding her into the position of holding a child to pee, holding the joint between her thighs with both hands, and pulling her legs Spread it to both sides, letting her fly with him in an extremely shameful posture.

Seeing that she was put into such a shameful posture, Fang Qingqing's face immediately turned red, and a strong feeling of embarrassment surged in her heart. She clenched her fists tightly, unable to bear it anymore.

"What are you doing?"

She said with an annoyed look on her face, turning to look at Lang Zimiu, looking at him with a mixture of anger and resentment.

"What for? Punish you."

"Whether you do something wrong or say something wrong, you must be punished accordingly. This punishment is to have you taken to your destination in such a shameful posture."

"you!"

"..."

"You rascal."

"You scold me again? Believe it or not, I will give you this gesture..."

"don't want!"

"Don't...please, isn't it okay that I was wrong?"

"You dare to talk back to me, little one."

.....

After flying for a long time, Lang Zimiu finally stood above a magnificent palace.

He looked down at the brightly lit imperial city below and the brightest and most splendid palace in the center. He frowned slightly and his expression changed a bit.

Fang Qingqing in his arms has been released from the shameful posture at this moment, and there is still a trace of embarrassment and fear on her face.

"Watch carefully, I will tell you what I am here for next." Lang Zimiu said to Fang Qingqing in his arms while his eyes were shining and he looked towards the palace below with his exploratory eyes.

After hearing this, Fang Qingqing dispersed the last trace of embarrassment on her face, and also looked down, with a trace of expectation and doubt in her beautiful eyes.

She didn't know what Lang Zimiu was going to do, but for some reason at this moment, she felt an inexplicable sense of nervousness in her heart, as if she was about to see a big scene.

Through his exploratory eyes, Lang Zimiu saw a middle-aged man with a solemn and majestic appearance sitting in a closed practice room in the central palace. Apart from him, there was no one else in the entire palace.

"Spirit Venerable Realm third level?"

He murmured in his heart, and then a Heaven Level Middle Grade jet-black sword appeared out of thin air in his free hand, and he grasped it in his hand.

Seeing this, Fang Qingqing's beautiful eyes slowly opened wide, and her blinking rate accelerated a bit. Looking at the long sword of extremely high Middle Grade quality in Lang Zimiu's hand, her heartbeat accelerated, and a sense of fear surged in her heart. The idea of ​​believing.

Could it be...

he wants...?

Before she could recover from her speculation, Lang Zimiu raised the black sword in his hand, then activated his own spiritual energy, gathered it into the sword, and slashed it down with one strike.

The first form of the Ghost Sword Technique was performed, Devil Crying.

A stream of extremely concentrated golden spiritual energy that was concentrated in the long sword burst out instantly and turned into a huge crescent moon, illuminating the mid-air in an instant.

The sword energy that tore through the air pierced the sky with frightening power, killing downwards at extremely fast speeds.

“Whoosh!!!!”

Almost in the blink of an eye, it landed on the palace below.

"boom!!!!!!!!!!!!"

With this explosive sound, Fang Qingqing realized what was happening in front of her.

Her beautiful eyes widened in surprise, showing a look of shock, and her long eyelashes trembled lightly.

The red lips were opened wide enough to fit a fist.

"boom!!!"

As the first explosion came out, there was immediately a burst of explosions caused by the second aftermath.

In an instant, dust rose everywhere. The magnificent palace below had been reduced to ruins, and a large area of ​​surrounding buildings had also been slightly affected.

Lang Zimiu held the sword tightly and did not relax his vigilance. He looked at the middle-aged man injured by his blow in the ruins below through his exploratory eyes, but did not act immediately.

Immediately afterwards, a middle-aged man flew out from the ruins of the collapsed palace, covered in blood, his face full of shock, and his breath a little weak. He was obviously injured by Lang Zimiu's blow.

The middle-aged man looked up at Lang Zimiu above, but could not detect Lang Zimiu's cultivation with his spiritual consciousness. He could only judge from this brutal and domineering blow that Lang Zimiu's strength was at least the ninth level of the Venerable Realm.

It was far beyond what he could resist. If he hadn't had a one-time precious protective treasure, this blow would have killed half of his life.

He tried his best to suppress the fear and consternation in his heart, and shouted at Lang Zimiu:

"Who are you? Why do you do this? Have I, the Taihui Dynasty, offended you?"

He could see the current situation clearly and could only give in temporarily, otherwise the palace would be destroyed and his life would be in danger.

Even though he has confidence and a trump card, right now he is not sure that he can use it before Lang Zimiu kills him.

Looking at the cowardly guy below, Lang Zimiu's expression remained unchanged, and a voice full of spiritual energy passed through the air and said softly:

"If you don't want to die and don't want this dynasty to fall, then answer every question I have next honestly."

The middle-aged man was even more shocked when he heard this. His pupils had already shrunk to the extreme and were trembling violently.

He couldn't figure out why there was such a powerful existence south of Huaiyuan? Why would he attack himself for no reason?

This kind of thing is simply impossible, right?

Even the branch master of the Assassination Pavilion has to give himself a weak position south of Huaiyuan. Who is this person?

Could it be a master from the north of Huaiyuan?

His brain was running rapidly, thinking about all the possibilities, and he believed that he had never offended such a force that he could not afford to offend.

Immediately afterwards, he came to his senses again, his body was covered with cold sweat, and he said in a trembling voice:

"Okay, you ask."

"I think there may be some misunderstanding between us, please don't be impulsive."

Faced with his resignation, Lang Zimiu's expression did not change at all, but Fang Qingqing beside him was different. The expression on his face was already changing, and he had not yet recovered from the shock.

She naturally knew who the middle-aged man below who was covered in blood and spoke in a humble manner was.

The emperor of the Taihui Dynasty, Cang Qian.

Except for the original Assassination Pavilion branch master, he is the most powerful person in the entire south of Huaiyuan, and the Taihui Dynasty is the most powerful dynasty south of Huaiyuan. It has a profound foundation and can unleash far more threats than His spirit Venerable Realm is as simple as three levels, and his underlying strength is definitely stronger than that of the Assassination Pavilion stationed south of Huaiyuan.

However, such a person who should be aloof and unoffended in her heart was so easily frightened into giving up by Lang Zimiu.

In less than a day, her understanding of Lang Zimiu has undergone earth-shaking changes.

From the very beginning I was teased by him and felt that he was a shameless scoundrel.

After being rescued by him, I was shocked by his strength. I felt that he was a stinky gangster with a handsome appearance and strong talent but a bad personality.

Then I was caught by his serious and domineering side, and I developed a concept of superior and subordinate towards him from the bottom of my heart. I felt that apart from being a bit of a gangster, he was still a very powerful man.

Now, seeing everything that happened now, she felt a feeling of admiration for Lang Zimiu from the bottom of her heart. She felt that he was really awesome, beyond her imagination and beyond. My perception is that of a man who cannot see through.

Maybe the appearance of a lecherous gangster was just a deliberate disguise?

She was thinking wildly in her heart, which completely changed her mind about Lang Zimiu.

I even had a strange and distant feeling towards him. Looking at his handsome and indifferent face, I couldn't help but feel my heart beat faster. I felt very nervous inexplicably. I couldn't do anything like how I could be with him when I came here. The kind of state that showed some resentment and shame.

"First question, do you know a person? His name is Li Nan."

Naturally, Lang Zimiu didn't know the changes in Fang Qingqing's heart at this moment. He looked at the astonished middle-aged man below and asked the first question he wanted to ask.