Just when the Jueqing Jiao was in a frenzy, a man dressed in red stopped beside him.
She looked extremely small in front of the crazy and ruthless dragon, like a vulnerable ant.
Her white and tender little hands gently rested on the scales of the Jueqing Jiao, and patted them slowly.
The kings of Shenyue City frowned, very confused, not understanding what Qingge was doing.
Although it was incredible that Jueqingjiao was so well-behaved in front of Qingge before, but now Jueqingjiao's condition is getting worse and worse. What does she think she can do?
Several palace kings were about to scold, but the seventh palace king spoke first: "Ge'er, come here, it's very dangerous."
The next moment, everyone was shocked.
I saw Jueqing Jiao looking condescendingly at Qing Ge, and its body continued to shrink, returning to its mini state. It spread its little paws and raised its head towards Qing Ge. Its shiny and sharp scales turned into soft and smooth fur.
Qingge sighed helplessly, then leaned over and picked up the Jueqing Jiao.
With one movement, she calmed down the ruthless dragon.
"King of the main hall, go and get the Jueqing Jiao."
The Kingly Way of the Divine Moon.
The face of the king of the main hall suddenly changed: "No, since Jueqing Jiao is destined to be the granddaughter of Lao Qi, then let's stay with her."
"Did you hear me? Take the Jueqing Jiao with you."
The Shenyue King smiled slightly.
The Jueqing Jiao is very different from other beasts.
The Heartless Jiao seems to be born for the elves.
If the Divine Moon elves swallow the Heartless Jiao, they can refine their blood, cleanse their essence and cut their marrow, and their scepter's power will also be qualitatively improved.
The Jueqing Jiao also has another characteristic. If it is kept by your side and accompanied day and night, it can nourish the elven blood of the elves next to you.
Singing this trip, the harvest is fruitful.
Xuanyin Spirit Nourishing Pill, Prajna Phantom Teng, and Merciless Jiao all have great effects on awakening spirits.
Qingge's elf bloodline has been stagnant and can no longer move forward. This is also something that Qingge is distressed about. He only hopes that with the help of these treasures, the speed of the bloodline's awakening can be faster.
It's just that... what happened at Qiuwei's hunting ground made Qingge feel a little weird.
Everything was so natural, there were no flaws, and the truth was clear.
Why is she still standing in the mist?
King Shenyue looked at Qingge and covered up the surging emotions in his eyes.
The ruthless dragon was finally delivered to her, and all his efforts were in vain.
Jueqing Jiao's hiding place is highly confidential, and he let the news out just for this moment.
Nan Xun and Emperor Ming share the same hatred and will definitely not miss such a good opportunity.
Suddenly, Qingge looked at Shenyue King, his calm and deep eyes were like a lake in the middle of the night, reflecting only the bright moonlight.
The farce ended and everyone returned to the house from the hunting ground.
The night was so quiet, there was no sound at all.
In the house on the left, there was a knock on the door.
Linglong, who was standing in front of the document, put down her paintbrush.
A painting on the table is a scene from a hunting ground in autumn.
A huge dragon beast trampled the jungle, its fangs exposed.
The woman in front of him was dressed in red and had silver hair. The wind was light and the clouds were light. She was not timid at all. She looked up at the dragon with a smile.
...After the mass grave incident, in the past ten years, Linglong's inspiration had dried up and she had no intention of painting. However, she was forced by the Seventh Princess to paint one piece every month and put it up for auction regularly.
Every painting was auctioned for a sky-high price, and the seventh princess got the Yuan Stone. She couldn't care less about Shu, but intensified her efforts to ask her to continue painting.
Linglong was so numb that she didn't know what to draw, and all that was left in her mind was the dark world.
But she has super foundation and skills, and because the Seventh Princess knows this, she always tells her what to draw, and Linglong paints according to the Seventh Princess's ideas.
Since meeting Ye Qingge, she has been overflowing with inspiration every moment. After ten years ago, her paintings finally have bright colors.
Linglong opened the door and saw the ice-cold princess standing at the entrance. She nodded and said meekly: "Mother concubine."
Bang! With a slap, the princess's eyes burst into flames: "Linglong, my mother really misjudged you. I thought you just couldn't carry it clearly, but I didn't expect that you could do the right thing of annihilating a relative."
A trace of bright red blood flowed from the corner of Linglong's mouth, and she raised her hand to wipe it: "Emperor Ming wants to kill me."
"Then why are you still alive?"
The seventh princess asked: "Where did she kill you?"
Princess Linglong was filled with desolation, smiled bitterly, and said no more.
The Seventh Princess violently pushed away the Princess Linglong who was blocking her, quickly walked into the house, bypassed the landscape screen, and saw the paintings on the table at a glance.
The seventh princess picked up the painting and admired it: "Your paintings are getting better and better."
Linglong wanted to take the painting back: "Concubine, please keep this painting."
"Are you giving it to Ye Qingge?"
The Seventh Princess asked.
Linglong pursed her lips and said nothing, lowered her head to look at the tips of her shoes. The seventh princess understood clearly and already knew the answer.
"This Ye Qingge is quite capable of seducing men. I didn't expect that even you would be fooled."
The Seventh Princess was heartbroken: "Linglong, you are the child that my mother worked so hard for ten months to give birth to. Even if everyone in the world will harm you, I am the only one who is sincere to you.
You are a kind-hearted child, and I know it well as a mother. Because of this, I should do my best to protect you and prevent your kind-heartedness from being bullied by others.
Go and find your father and tell her that the Qiuwei Hunting Ground has nothing to do with your sister."
"mother."
Linglong suddenly spoke.
The princess frowned.
Linglong always called her 'mother concubine' in the house, when did she become 'mother'?
"I really want to know whether you love me or my paintings. To be more precise, it should be that you love the money."
Linglong asked.
"Of course my mother loves you. Be good and obedient. Now go find your father and ask him to go to the Eighteenth Palace and bring Emperor Ming back."
"The Emperor Ming has evil intentions and wants to kill two children. I happen to be in the closed area of the hunting ground. She still wants to kill me. Why should I speak for her?"
Princess Linglong chuckled.
Snap.
Another slap struck.
Princess Linglong licked the blood from the corners of her lips, smiled bitterly, and then tightened her lips.
"Linglong, you have changed."
The princess tore off Linglong's painting and threw the torn paper on Linglong, scattering it all over the floor.
The princess walked out and stopped at the entrance, turning her back to Linglong: "If anything happens to Emperor Ming, I will never forgive you in my life.
You'd better know your identity clearly, whose daughter you are, and who you should be close to!"
Linglong squatted on the ground, picking up the scraps of paper on the ground, trying to piece together a complete painting.
My mother tore it so hard that Linglong couldn’t taste it well.
The princess stepped out of the house, with two lines of tears flowing from her exquisite eyes. She put the shredded paper aside, stood in front of the desk, and picked up a pen to draw.
Draw a new picture.
Early the next morning, Linglong sent the painting to the ancestral hall.
In the early morning, Jiu Ci yawned and lay on the imperial concubine's couch in front of the screen, singing softly and practicing cross-legged practice, while Yan Bingtong was playing with the dishes and chopsticks at the table.