Feng Xinglie sucked his mouth, and the divine water in his mouth entered his mouth. Wushuang blinked his big eyes, and the fishy smell of the divine water in his mouth disappeared, replaced by a cold breath, very soft, and a taste that makes people greedy.
Pass it into your mouth...
The wizard's eyes widened, and the surrounding maids' eyes widened. This... the king and the future empress were too open-minded... This was the first time such a scene of offering sacrifices to heaven was performed.
The surprise disappeared in the blink of an eye. Wang Lian was able to do the unprecedented Baili Hongzhuang. This thing was nothing... nothing...
It took a whole day to perform a sacrifice to the sky. At the end of the day, Wushuang's whole body was paralyzed. The sacrifice to the sky was more tiring than the night march of hundreds of ghosts in Longyan City!
It wasn't until nightfall that Wushuang sat on the long-awaited big bed, shook the phoenix crown on his head, and lay down on it. He was tired, so tired!
Banxiang Wushuang sat up and looked at the layout of the room. Feng Xinglie's previous room now had many changes.
In the bedroom, the crystal jade is used as the lamp, the pearl is used as the curtain, and the gold is used as the pillar base.
A crocodile twirled tent hangs beside a wide agarwood bed, embroidered with pearls and silver threads and begonia flowers all over the tent. When the wind blows, the twirled pieces move like a magical sea falling into the clouds.
There is a sapphire fragrant pillow on the couch, covered with soft silkworm ice mat, stacked with jade belts and quilts, and a huge moon bead hangs on the top of the room, shining like a bright moon.
The ground is covered with white jade, embedded with golden beads. The ground is carved into a lotus shape, each blossoming into the shape of five lotus flowers. The petals are fresh and exquisite, and even the stamens are delicate and discernible. You can only feel the warmth when you step on it with bare feet. It is made of warm jade from Lantian.
Such a gorgeous room was completed within one day, which surprised Wushuang. Sure enough, the craftsmen in the Dragon Emperor's Palace are not fake!
Wushuang walks around the room with her hair down and bare feet. Every time she carves carefully, she is very beautiful.
The wind whistled past the door, and Wushuang's eyes tightened as he observed a carving.
"Who." The cold voice suddenly remembered.
The wind blew outside the door, but not a single figure came out. Wushuang's expression darkened. It was not the aura of Feng Xinglie, not the aura of Chi Lian and Xing Yan, and not the aura of the Dragon King's maid.
Today's heaven-sacrifice ceremony was strictly prohibited in the Dragon Emperor's palace. Guests would not be entertained until three days later. The aura just now was very strange. Although it was only for a moment, she was sure that there was someone outside the door!
Seeing that no one was moving, Wushuang stretched out his fingers and swung out the red whip...
Before the fiery red whip landed on the door or window, a gray figure flashed in.
"Be merciful..." The bald head was the first to break into people's sight.
The whip that was about to fall to the window door was firmly wrapped around Maitreya's body. Wu's hands moved and the whip was swung, and Maitreya's body fell straight to her feet.
"Ouch..." Maitreya screamed and looked up at the woman in front of him: "What a heavy blow!"
"Who are you?" He looked at the person at his feet coldly, with murderous intent flashing in his eyes.
"Let go first, let go first." Maitreya struggled, and in a blink of an eye he saw the red whip wrapped around his body, and a trace of surprise flashed in his eyes: "This is the purple cloud."
The purple cloud two-color ancient artifact was actually held in the hands of a woman, and it also transformed into a fire cloud whip. Oh my God, it's incredible!
"Who are you!" Wu Shuang's expression was cold, showing no sign of wanting to put away his whip.
Hearing this, the shocked Maitreya came to his senses and faced the cold expression. His heart moved, why is this woman even colder than the half-orc he saw in the mountains before?
"My...poor monk's name is Maitreya." Seeing this, Maitreya's mouth moved, and as soon as one word came out of his careless words, he finished it in an instant.
Facing such a cold and powerful person, he must be cautious, more cautious and more cautious!
"Monk?" Wushuang sneered: "Except for one head that looks like a monk, I really can't tell which monk you are from!"
It's really not easy for a monk to appear in the Dragon King's Palace.
Maitreya choked and stood up, showing a smiling face: "Hey, true god, I have long wanted to return to secular life, but the master has always refused to let me."
"Stop talking nonsense, what's the purpose?" She had no time to discuss the monk issue with him!
"There is a purpose, but there is definitely no bad purpose. My master asked me to come to Dragon King to give Feng Xinglie something." Maitreya said seriously.
He was doing something careless, but when faced with Wushuang's absolute truth, he did not hold back, perhaps because Wushuang possessed the two colors of purple clouds. Not everyone could control the two colors of purple clouds.
Wushuang stared at Maitreya, and after a while, he retracted the whip in his hand: "I believe you for now."
"Of course you have to believe that everything I say is true." Maitreya, who had been freed, touched his sore wrist and muttered dissatisfiedly: "I thought that half-orc was the coldest, but I didn't expect it.
You are twice as cold as him, and you are so ruthless...ah..."
Before Maitreya finished speaking, the whip that had just left struck again. This whip immediately threw Maitreya a meter away and hit the tea table.
"What is your relationship with Cang Ming?" The cold breath intensified, and his tone became cold and horrified.
Maitreya, who was thrown out, shrank his body and stared at Wushuang, a look of extreme grievance appeared on his face.
"Who is Cang Ming..." Maitreya was aggrieved with a trace of dissatisfaction. What did he say wrong? What did he do wrong?
"The half-orc in your mouth!" In today's different world, except for Cang Ming, who is a half-orc, there will be no other half-orc. There were so many people and strange beasts in ancient times, and the only one who can merge with the human aura is the Huan Yun strange beast.
Only.
After hearing this, Maitreya understood why she suddenly swung the whip at him. It turned out that she had a grudge against the orc!
"I don't know, I don't know at all..." Maitreya shook his head.
Even a fool can see how angry she is right now. If she wants to save her life, she has to say she doesn't know him. However, he doesn't really know the orc in the first place. He just said a few words!
Wushuang's eyes were heavy, half-believing and half-doubtful. She didn't want to know why Cang Ming helped Jinse and Luying. There was only betrayal and trust in her eyes. She trusted him, but he stabbed her in the back.
Everything in the past life will never happen again, and when the betrayer meets again, he will never show any mercy!