Qingcheng Ye Ling glanced at the man behind the mountain of memorials who was poking at the memorials with the Pluto Seal.
"How could I give it to you? You have no connection with Teardrop Stone at all, and have no connection at all."
"Hey, you're a cheapskate." Ming Xiche still lowered his head and poked wildly, and couldn't help but complain a few words.
Half an hour later, Ming Heche covered all the stamps on the memorials, lay down on the soft chair, stretched out, and let out a weird moan from his mouth.
The posture was so inelegant that it made people feel unbearable to look at it.
"Hey, Ye Ling, this is for you." Ming Xiche threw the Pluto seal in his hand to Qingcheng Ye Ling very casually, "After you approve the memorial, you can seal it yourself."
Qingcheng Yeling looked at the Pluto Seal in his hand, which symbolized the supreme power of the entire underworld, and the veins on his forehead suddenly popped out.
"I don't want it!" She threw the Pluto Seal back to Ming Xiche again in disgust, "Keep your own crap."
As she spoke, she flicked her long sleeves, and the piles of memorials on the table were instantly taken into her own space.
"You are Pluto, and the Pluto Seal was given to you by Mansha himself. Only you are qualified to take charge of it." Qingcheng Yeling's voice was very cold, with a hint of displeasure, "Next time, if you dare to touch her again,
If you throw away the things I gave you so casually, I will definitely kill you!"
Ming Xiche was stunned.
A pair of crimson eyes, following the back of Qingcheng Ye Ling, were full of confusion.
In all these years, he has never been able to see this woman clearly. He did so before, and he does so now.
"Going back."
Qingcheng Ye Ling turned around and once again stepped onto the path of fire filled with flowers on the other side, and disappeared lightly on the road leading to the ghostly ghosts.
In mid-air, the huge black hole that was torn was gradually closing.
Inside the main hall, it returned to its original form.
Ming Heechul and Jianlong were still in shock.
Ling Luo had already come to her senses. She was thinking about the seriously injured Xuanyuan Yu and rushed to the palace without stopping.
This is not the first time that Ling Luo has visited Huoluan Palace, where the Queen lives.
As soon as he stepped into the threshold of Huoluan Palace, Ling Luo saw two strangers face to face.
The leader of the younger generation of the Xiling Family Fire Guards, Xiling Cheng, and his sister who is qualified to run for the crown princess, Xiling Yin.
An hour ago, they met on Rime Mountain and had a fight over the robbery of the thousand-year-old ebony essence.
"I want to see Yu."
Looking at the pair of brothers and sisters standing in front of him, blocking the way, Ling Luo couldn't help but frown.
"The Queen's aunt is treating His Highness the Crown Prince's injuries. You should wait outside." Xilingyin looked arrogant and glanced at Ling Luo lightly.
A faint smile appeared on Ling Luo's lips and she said, "I'll only wait for half an hour."
Half an hour was enough respect for Yu's mother.
Xilingyin gritted her teeth secretly.
Xilingcheng narrowed his eyes and gave his sister a look.
Xilingyin nodded, turned around and entered the inner hall of Huoluan Palace. In the inner room, beside the bed, Xiling Yunqing was giving Xuanyuan Yu acupuncture and boiling medicine.
"Aunt Queen, Ling Luo is here." Xilingyin looked a little anxious, with a hint of unwillingness in her eyes.
"Let her come in when she comes." Xiling Yunqing's face showed no expression, "Just in time, I need thousand-year-old ebony essence to be used as medicine."