Being chased by the empress, begging me to spread my wings!

Chapter 179

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Mei Zhen, if I don't go back, you will find a man who can protect you and marry."

"In this way, even if I reach the Yin Cao Di Mansion, I will die well."

"I'll go too!"

The familiar voice echoed in his ears, and An Meizhen seemed to see the figure who had stood up to protect himself when he was in the most dangerous time.

Only this time, she hoped he would come back alive.

"Wang Xin'er, your brother Wang Xinjie used to be my defeated subordinate, and today you will end up the same as him."

Suning floated away and stood proudly in front of the three women.

Facing the siege of the three Divine Realm powerhouses, there was no fear in his eyes.

In Suning's eyes, this is just a lot of high-end games, occasionally going to the novice village to brush wild monsters.

"Wang Xinjie... Suning....,"

Wang Xin'er carefully recited these two names, her beautiful eyes narrowed, as if she remembered something.

It seems that he has an older brother who once worshiped the Spirit Sword Sect with him, but his brother has remained there since he left the sect.

I heard that he was competing for the position of some holy son, and he succeeded briefly, only to hear later that his brother was defeated by a man surnamed Su.

It seems like.... It's called Suning, that's right.

But before that, it's important to confirm.

"Listen!"

Wang Xin'er stretched out her right palm and stopped on her chest, her beautiful eyes jumped, and her willow eyebrows swept slightly to Suning and asked,

"Is that Wang Xinjie you said my brother?"

"Wang Xinjie, the former Holy Son of the Spirit Sword Sect?"

"I need to confirm that."

"What is your own brother's name, are you not sure yourself?"

Suning was a little amused by Wang Xin'er's question, and couldn't help but quip.

"My brother and I haven't seen each other for a long time, so I still need to carefully identify and confirm."

Wang Xin'er asked with a serious face, not at all like a joke again.

"Well, since you want to ask, I'll help you make sure."

Saying that, a phantom shadow appeared in Suning's palm, and it was the scene he wanted to see with Wang Xinjie for the last time.

Wang Xinjie was defeated in the Treasure Pavilion by Li Qiankun, the holy son of Qiankunmen, and lay on the ground whimpering like a dead dog.

Venus in the eyes, foaming at the mouth, embarrassed.

"Hey, it's a pity."

After Wang Xin'er saw the picture clearly, Suning put away her aura and sighed helplessly.

He has seen a lot of brothers and sisters who are not in harmony, but it is the first time that brothers and sisters are not familiar.

Suning didn't know how bad the relationship between Wang Xin'er and Wang Xinjie had been since childhood.

The Wang family is a wealthy immortal cultivator in Zhongzhou, and in addition to the huge spiritual power base of magic treasures, there are also a lot of other patriarchal feudal waste.

Wang Xin'er has been regarded by the Wang family as an accessory to pave the way for Wang Xinjie since she was a child, and Wang Xinjie, who is an older brother, is also very spineless.

Although he was relatively good with his sister when he was young, he gradually revealed his nature when he grew up.

Not only robbed his sister's cultivation resources everywhere, but also extremely arrogant and vain, and even wanted to exchange his sister's body for his own promotion path.

Back then, Suning won the position of the Holy Son in the Spirit Sword Sect, and he was in the limelight for a while, and Wang Xinjie even thought about using the body of his sister Wang Xin'er in exchange for Suning's concession to the position of the Holy Son.

It was only at that time that Wang Xin'er had already withdrawn from the Spirit Sword Sect, and coupled with Ling Feixue's relationship, Wang Xinjie gradually gave up.

In short, this is a villain who will do anything for the end, and even his beloved relatives and friends can betray his flesh and blood brothers, no wonder Wang Xin'er can't look down on her half-brother.

He even thought that Wang Xinjie had better die outside and die in the Eastern Wilderness.

It's just that Wang Xinjie can die, but he must not be insulted outside, that is simply hitting the face of the Wang family, and also hitting her Wang Xin'er's face.

"You did all that?"

"You made my brother like this!"

Looking at Wang Xinjie lying on the ground with an exhausted embarrassed picture, Wang Xin'er raised her eyebrows and asked through gritted teeth.

As a member of the Wang family, Wang Xinjie was bullied so embarrassed outside, it was simply a great shame.

"Of course I didn't do it."

"I'm just a photographer."

Suning said with a nonchalant attitude, but that look only aroused Wang Xin'er's anger even more.

An outsider who dared to mock the people of the Wang family was simply looking for death!

"Forgive you for being a disciple of the Spirit Sword Sect, I didn't want to kill you, but these are all your own needs!"

"You two follow me and slaughter this bastard!"

Wang Xin'er's anger seemed to erupt from her eyes, and she immediately beckoned the two attendants behind her to attack Suning.

The sword skills of the three were very tacit, and they soon formed a force to encircle Suning.

Although Suning hurriedly faced the battle, he went back and forth in the encirclement of the three people for a while, and did not fall behind in the slightest.

Upper sword, lower sword, left protrusion, right stab.

"Bang!"

"Bang bang!!"

Wang Xin'er and the three were all disciples of the Spirit Sword Sect, and the sword technique they learned was comparable to Suning's.

For a while, several people fought inextricably, and it was difficult to distinguish the winner and the loser.

"How many of you, is that all?"

"Dare to break into my Spirit Sword Mountain, I will take down a few of your evil disciples today and send them to Master Zunzhengfa!"

Although he seemed to be besieged, Suning still did not panic at all.

On the contrary, An Meizhen and An Changle's mother and daughter on the side were very worried about Suning in their hearts.

An Meizhen pulled An Changle's small hand and held it deadly, sweat slipping down her pretty cheeks.

"Suning Holy Son, you must be fine."

"Please, please, come back safely!"

An Meizhen almost howled in pain and made a sound.

Over the years, she has taken the child alone and pulled An Changle to grow up,1 fed up with too many white eyes and sneers in the sect.

The male cultivators' covetousness for her is nothing, at most, there is a thief's heart and no thief's guts, and no one dares to use strength against a strong person in the Divine Realm.

It's just that the white eyes of those nuns and the gossip behind them are what make An Meizhen most painful and sad.

Before this, she had never imagined that the greatest hostility towards herself came from her own same sex.

Those nuns were jealous of An Meizhen's beauty, and feared that their husband would be seduced by her, so they slandered and ridiculed An Meizhen in every way, and did not let their children play with An Changle.

Except for the three brothers of the Su family, who had no heart and no lungs, the other children of the Spirit Sword Sect Academy unconsciously isolated An Changle at the instigation of their parents.

So much so that An Changle was sullen in the school every day.

Looking at other friends who have their parents pick them up from school every day, An Changle is also very envious.

I wish I could have a dad too.