Hei Lan, a veteran member of the Imperial Palace, was defeated. Before he could escape even after a few moves, he was pinned down to the ground and rubbed crazily by the young man in the mink coat like he was lifting a chicken.

Good things spread within a village, bad things spread thousands of miles.

In just a few minutes, nearly a hundred members of the Imperial Palace, both old and new, were gathered around the thatched house of the Imperial Palace. Some were wearing Chinese robes and holding white fans.

Some wore hats and hats to work as boatmen, and some wore linen and mourning, as if important people had died.

There were even some people holding babies, probably the children of beautiful maids.

Dragons give birth to dragons, and phoenixes give birth to phoenixes. The children of these young people in the Imperial Palace are naturally extraordinary.

"Will you enter the emperor's palace?" A young man wearing sackcloth and wearing filial piety said to himself, stretched out his hand to tease the small yellow fat dragon on his shoulder, then turned and left.

The little dragon's eyes were clear after being teased.

Looking very happy at the young man's teasing, Mengmeng narrowed her big eyes and took the initiative to rub his fingers with her soft yellow chin.

There was a flash of endearment in the eyes of the young man wearing linen and filial piety. He took out a piece of honey and threw it into the mouth of the little fat yellow dragon.

Stopping in his tracks, he turned his head and glanced at the looming figure of black crystals in the sky.

It looks like another dragon knight.

…

"roar!"

The sky was filled with clouds and mist, and dragons roared to the sky. Those with sharp eyes couldn't help but sigh. They looked at Qin Feng, who was smoking leisurely, with a look that seemed to hate the iron.

The prison dragon pet is a good pet. It is well-bred. It is quite big and has bright scales. It looks like it needs regular care.

It's a pity that the fighting spirit has stretched my hips.

He was teased to pieces by the insect beasts, all thanks to the leadership of the giant silver-patterned dog.

Not knowing what others are thinking.

Qin Feng smiled and took a sip of the cup of dragon beard tea. He was a five-deed soul control master, and torturing the second deed with physical strength alone was not the same as playing.

Although there are some difficulties, the speed of the slash is not very fast.

Used well.

Ordinary sixth-level soul masters cannot dodge the slashing attack.

In the distance, the mute girl who was protected by Bi Luotian ran over quickly with a fishing rod, her face flushed, her eyes full of admiration, "Teacher, here."

After scratching his little apprentice's head, Qin Feng's eyes narrowed into crescent slits.

He felt quite happy about his young apprentice's praise.

Taking the fishing rod, Qin Feng threw it into the Najie at will, and his eyes fell on the sky.

The battle there is nearing its end.

There was a sonic boom in the air, and the two insect shadows were slowly swept back by Sombra and Big Brother.

"Roar~"

The black crystal quickly shrank in mid-air and flew around Qin Feng's neck. There was a hint of grievance in the golden dragon's eyes.

He stretched out his dragon tail and pointed at a few broken dragon scales on his abdomen. The black crystal beast's pupils were filled with mist. He had never been so seriously injured before.

It hurts.

After scratching Heijing's chin, Qin Feng took out the medicinal powder and slowly poured it on the wound on his abdomen.

If it doesn't heal, it will heal.

"Does it hurt?"

Black Crystal nodded his head aggrievedly and kept staring at the bloodshot wound.

I am still a baby dragon!

Glancing at the two fainted insect beasts on the ground, Qin Feng stretched out his index finger and tapped the black crystal ferocious dragon head, "I'll reward you by sleeping with the boss tonight and help you rub your abdominal wound, okay?"

Blinking his golden beast eyes, Sombra nodded obediently, with a strong attachment in his eyes.

"Uncle Jiang and the Red-faced Ghost King are here!" someone in the crowd exclaimed.

Hearing this, the members of the Imperial Palace who were gloating and watching quickly sat on the ground, resting and chatting.

But his eyes couldn't stop staring at the two stewards walking out of the narrow tree-lined road.

The noisy movement also startled Qin Feng, and he followed his gaze.

Uncle Jiang, who is dressed in white and has a ghost face, is accompanied by a famous figure wearing a red evil ghost mask.

She has long hair that reaches her waist, a slim figure, and is wearing bamboo sandals. The dazzling white silk that reaches her legs is particularly attractive. The red-faced ghost king is actually a woman.

The two of them stopped, and a cold female voice came from the red evil ghost mask, "What's going on? Someone tell me."

As soon as he finished speaking, the person who wanted to please stepped forward and said, "Thank you, Lihua, for the stewardship. The fifty-ranked assassin, Heilan, fought with an outsider with potential, and ended up in a miserable defeat in just one move."

"A foreign potential person? Defeated Heilan with one and a half moves? Who brought him to visit the Imperial Palace?"

Bi Luotian's face changed slightly, and he slowly walked out of the crowd. He looked at the eighth-level peak red-faced ghost king in front of him, who was wearing a tight-fitting green dress. He said obediently, "I am in charge of Lihua. I was brought here by my disciple."

Hearing this, the red-faced ghost king nodded slightly, and the cold voice sounded again, "The emperor's contribution will reward you with one hundred points. I will ask Baifa to remember it for you tomorrow."

Bi Luotian was startled, then grinned.

One hundred contribution points!

I am only in my early 200s now.

Qin Feng is really my lucky star. I like him so much and he can cook. Why is he not a woman?

Regretfully retreating into the crowd, Bi Luotian smacked his lips, and his eyes fell on Qin Feng who was combing his eldest brother's hair. The fox mask was particularly conspicuous.

"I didn't expect that I was mistaken. This Qin Feng is actually a rare three-qi soul control master."

"One more thing, Lihua, please contact the white-haired ghost king who is home to see his daughter."

"I can't stand playing him anymore. The apprentice he has an affair with has been pestering me all day long."

The white-haired ghost king put on his mask and couldn't help muttering softly.

The red-faced ghost king nodded slightly, turned around and walked towards the thatched house, "He will leave it to you and ask him if he is willing to join the Imperial Mansion. If he joins, he will receive a dragon beast and a suite."

The white-haired ghost king was startled, nodded in agreement, cleared his throat, and looked at the crowd, "If you have nothing to do, leave as soon as possible. Contribute points to exchange for items and you will automatically queue up in front of the thatched hut."

Upon hearing this, many members of the Imperial Palace immediately dispersed and went home to have children. The Imperial Palace had an unwritten rule that for every biological heir born, a hundred contribution points would be awarded.

It's just that the child has to be handed over.

Even so, there are still many people who buy beautiful maids to make babies.
Chapter completed!