We Villains Don’t Want to Be a Stepping Stone

It was not until Xia Sheng walked out of the hall that there was a hint of coldness in Xia Feng's eyes.

"How could this be? Xia Yong and his son shouldn't die in a secret realm, especially Xia Chuan... He should still have a relationship with the daughter of the Great Zhou God of War."

"Is it because I took his luck and changed his fate?"

"Humph! My dear royal father, do you think you can still suppress me like you did before? Queen, second brother, third brother, what can you do to me now? As long as I can marry the granddaughter of the national teacher, this prince If you give it, you have to give it, and if you don’t give it, you have to give it. At that time, I will be able to form a force justifiably, at that time…the ruins of the Asgard…”

"Father, I will let you sit on the throne for a few more years. When I get the fortune in the fairy tale, then... hum! If I remember correctly, the fairy tale should appear in the world in a year. After so long, it's time to... stand up!!"

"One year, why don't you take Qiao Shuang to the Broken Tablet Mountains for a walk, and take the good fortune from that ruin by the way?"

In the end, Xia Feng raised a sneer at the corner of his mouth and also walked outside the hall.

The Great Xia Dynasty, or in other words, Xia Sheng's sitting on the current throne, is indispensable for the support of the three people.

One is the former Daxia General Zhenyuan, the current Zhenyuan Zhongyi Boss Sikong Yu.

One is the national teacher Qiao Yunli.

The last one was Xia Feng's third uncle, Prince Yong Xia Zeshan. His cultivation was not high, but he had a great influence.

These three people are now the backbone of Da Xia, and they are also the reliance of Xia Huang to suppress the important officials of the court.

Uncle Zhenyuan has a son who is playful by nature. He went to the frontier for training three years ago. His name is Sikonghui.

The grandson of the national teacher, Qiaoshuang, is the number one beauty in Daxia and the fiancee of Xia Feng.

As for Xia Zeshan, there is a son named Tian, ​​who has a domineering personality and is ignored by anyone.

As long as these three people can have two of them for his use, Da Xia, you can figure it out!

In this way, he gave that Qiao Shuang a good fortune, and also showed the generosity of his fiancé.

In this way, are you still worried that the beauty will not be moved?

Hehe, in this life, I want to hold Xijiang in my hands!

Do not! !

I want to step on the world under my feet! !

As for the enemy who killed him...

Hehehe, don't worry, wait for another year, and I will expose your true face in person.

"Sir, where are we going now?"

Ye Qingchan looked curiously at a splendid ancient city below, a little surprised in her tone.

For three whole days, the three of them have been walking in the mountains without stopping for a moment.

But now this ancient city is heavily guarded, and at first glance it is not a place for leisure.

only…

Now the three of them are in the western border, not the eastern border. Even if Ling Xiao has many means, he is only in the realm of gods.

Ye Qingchan was somewhat worried about breaking into the imperial capital of a dynasty so rashly.

After all, with the temperament of our son, he has always been reckless, and once something goes wrong...

"The capital of the Great Zhou Dynasty, Yunfang City."

Ling Xiao smiled lightly and turned to look at Ye Qingchan, "Qingchan, take Ning'er to the Heavenly Palace to rest for a few days, I want to do something in the city."

These few days, it's not that Ling Xiao didn't want the two of them to enter the realm to rest, but Ning'er sat on the dragon carriage for the first time, her eyes were full of surprises, and she didn't want to leave.

"Son..."

Ye Qingchan was a little worried. After all, Ling Xiao was paranoid and arrogant when he did things. With her following, he could always take care of him more.

Although... her realm is not as good as Ling Xiao's, but at the time of her life and death, she has a trump card that can be said to be against the sky.

"Don't worry, I'm measured."

Ling Xiao smiled lightly, took the two women into the realm, raised his feet and walked towards the ancient city of Yunfang.

The Great Zhou Dynasty was one of the eight great dynasties, and its background was terrifying.

At this time, the city wall alone was a hundred zhang high, reaching the sky, revealing its supreme majesty.

At this time, in front of the city gate, dozens of armored guards were holding spears and were waiting in battle.

In the ancient city, there are countless tyrannical auras that swept the heavens and the earth, deterring the evil spirits.

One of them actually reached the realm of the sixth-rank god emperor.

And this is still the powerhouse on the bright side of Da Zhou, who knows how many Xeon existences are hidden in the deep palace hall.

Sure enough, there are many strong people in the land of conquest.

Although there are many sects in the Eastern Border, there has been no war for nearly a hundred years.

But the Western Xinjiang is different. The eight great dynasties stand in the center of the Western Xinjiang, occupying the most aura-rich rivers and plains.

But the remaining dynasties have been chaotic all the year round to divide spiritual veins and cities.

After all, behind them, there are many dynasties, the big dynasties game, and the unlucky ones are the vassal small dynasties.

Ling Xiao stepped into the ancient city and watched the endless stream of people on the street.

Compared with the Great Zhou Emperor in front of him, the Xuyun City is insignificant.

I saw that on both sides of the ancient road, there were many palaces and tall buildings rising into the sky.

From time to time, a cultivator with a strong breath passed by, with a proud look on his face.

It wasn't until Ling Xiao's footsteps stopped in front of an ancient building covered with red silk that a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

Spring is full!

In any imperial capital, such a place is bound to be indispensable.

People, only when you are full and stand tall will you want to try something different.

The women in this brothel are all in contact with the people of the three religions and the nine-class.

If you want to grasp the news in this city as quickly as possible, the teahouse brothel is the most suitable.

Of course, for Ling Xiao, the brothel is the most suitable.

tea house...

Murder is always obvious, but brothel...

As soon as the small door is closed and the small curtain is pulled, even if you scream inside, others will think it is... a happy cheer.

"Hey, this son, come in and play!"

"We have a new batch of girls here! They are all good families."

"Young master doesn't like it. We still have women from various demon races. Does the civet clan master like it? Don't you like it? It's okay, there is also the Jade Snake clan."

In front of Chunmanlou, several beautiful young women shook the silk in their hands and smiled at Ling Xiaomei.

At this time, the latter's face seemed to have a spiritual mist rising, covering his appearance.

But the extravagance exuding from the whole body is clear at a glance.

"Well, how old are you girls who are full of spring?"

Ning'er was twelve years old this year, which meant that she should have been abandoned by Ning Tiance and Zhou Minluo twelve years ago.

A woman who is too young may not necessarily know the secret.

"Master, we have girls of all ages, ranging from fourteen to fifteen to thirty Qingyun. What flavor do you like, why don't you let me pick a few for you?"

From the building came a fat old lady with a fierce face. She was about a hundred years old, and her cultivation level had reached the realm of delusion.

"Just you! I see you, it's pretty good?"

"Um?"

The whole building was full of spring, and suddenly fell into a dead silence.

Everyone stared at the tall and straight young man standing in the hall, and after a long while, he swallowed hard.

"Gong... Young Master is... looking for me to be happy?"

The old lady's expression was sluggish, and there was even a bit of shyness in her eyes.

"Oh? You don't want to?"

Ling Xiao raised his brows lightly, but the old lady had already lowered her head blushing, and said softly, "Old...cough, people...of course they are willing, son, I will give you the spirit stone."