Qingge leaned back on the chair and slowly closed her eyes.
The eyelashes, as thick and dark as cattail leaf fans, trembled gently.
The Magic Sound of All Kings!
Doesn't that mean that Ye Qingcheng will become the most loyal believer of the Great Compassion Evil Palace in the future and will walk into that twilight city?
The bifurcation of life has already appeared.
Is she going to go against Ye Qingcheng?
Immediately, Qingge laughed bitterly.
What's wrong with going in the opposite direction? What about the Great Compassion Evil Palace?
Mo Xie has become the ghost king of the Three Thousand Worlds Evil Palace, which does not affect their friendship at all!
Thinking of this, Qingge's eyes were filled with determination as cold as ice.
Ye Qingcheng was like a child who had done something wrong, standing helplessly in front of her, fearing that Ye Qingge would blame her for something that was out of control.
Qingge poured a glass of sweet wine and placed it on Ye Qingcheng's hand, "Such white and tender little hands are not good for killing people."
Ye Qingcheng stared at her blankly, then held the white jade wine glass in both hands and occasionally glanced at the young man.
Patriarch Bai and Lu Wenshan watched in amazement. If they had the ability to attract bees and butterflies at night, they would still not sleep alone on the bed.
Luo Cheng looked at the young man and touched his chin, his mind filled with doubts.
Are these girls blinded by lard? Why do they stick to Ye Wuhen?
The disciples of the Shenyin tribe had already helped Xu Yuyan up, and the doctors from the Martial Arts Association were treating Xu Yuyan's wounds. Xu Yuyan looked at Ye Qingcheng and did not dare to speak anymore.
She looked at Ye Wuhen reluctantly, betting her father's life on the Concentration Pill, but Ye Wuhen was stingy with looking at her.
The blood flowing in Xu Yuyan's limbs and bones seemed to be gradually turning cold, and a blazing glare flashed in the depths of Xu Yuyan's eyes, and the seeds of hatred were taking root and sprouting.
She gritted her teeth and looked at Ye Qingcheng with gloomy eyes.
If it weren't for Ye Qingcheng's existence, she would be proud and glorious today, instead of being embarrassed in public like she is now, and she dares to be angry and dare not speak out!
Xu Yuyan's hands clenched tightly into fists, and when she looked at Ye Wuhen, her face was full of determination to win!
…
After a minor commotion, the registration of spells continued.
Grandmaster Luo looked impatiently at the young man lying on the chair lazily taking a nap. The disciples of all races were nervous and excited. Is this guy here to hang out?
So when Grandmaster Luo faced the next disciple who registered for the magic profession, his tone subconsciously became fierce: "Hurry up and just put your spiritual consciousness into the stone statue of Qiankun!"
The disciple was trembling and moving quickly.
You can sing and enjoy yourself, it feels so comfortable.
The breeze blew by her side, and she took advantage of the gap in her sleep to probe into the space of the sacred tree with a touch of consciousness.
But in the huge sacred tree space, Suzaku, Nine-tailed Blood Luan, Killing Blood Wolf and other beasts gathered together and looked at her filling the soil.
Qingge used the Mingwang Sword as a shovel and filled in more soil where the evil seal and the treasure bow spirit were buried.
The shivering weapon spirit: "..."
Silently Wentian’s Treasure Bow Spirit: “…”
They seriously doubted why they chose this overbearing woman to be the Lord of Twilight City.
Isn't it a bit too cruel?
Qingge filled a foot high of soil and stepped on it with her feet until it was tight and solid.
I thought that after burying the seal, everything would be peaceful, but it is really annoying to pretend to be dead from time to time!
"Next time I show up, I'll sell you all." Qingge threatened viciously.
Bao Gong Qi Ling didn't dare to say another word.
A drop of cold sweat fell on Senior Gu Long's forehead. If the group of people in the Great Compassion Evil Palace knew that this guy treated the evil seal like this, I'm afraid they would be extremely painful!
Thinking of this, Senior Gu Long suddenly saw the naked Flame Dragon who was still sleeping, and his heart began to bleed again.
The top of the dragon clan, the treatment of the ancient fire god dragon may not be better than that of the evil seal...
There was a lot of commotion and noise outside. Qingge's consciousness was in the sacred tree space, lying on the dragon and phoenix sacred tree, thinking about what the bow weapon spirit had said before.
If the whirling formation of heaven and earth breaks open again, she can pick up the evil seal and become the Lord of Twilight City.
This is an exciting shortcut that can reach the sky in one step, but it is accompanied by terrible dangers.
Qingge doesn’t dare to take risks!
Although the Bao Gong Weapon Spirit has sealed the evil seal, it has been bewitching her for such a long time, and the purpose is very clear!
Even though Qingge knew this, he didn't throw away the treasure bow weapon spirit and evil seal. There was a very important reason:
This will be her trump card!
If it really comes to the last resort, this is her trump card to fight back and turn things around!
What's more, if the evil seal is thrown away, taken away by someone with ill intentions, and becomes the Lord of Twilight City, it will definitely not be a good thing for Xiao Yueyue, who is living in immortality.
She is no longer alone now. She has a family, but she has traveled all over the world and spent half her life in the army.
She has to think carefully and worry a lot before doing anything.
Qingge exhaled and suddenly felt a headache, so she raised her hand and rubbed the center of her eyebrows until they turned deep red.
Suddenly, a snow-white ball of flesh jumped into Qingge's arms, hugged the furry little head, and rubbed against Qingge's neck.
The tickling feeling brought Qingge back to her senses.
Meow~
The little white cat's blue eyes are as bright and clean as gems.
It stood up and rolled around in Qingge's arms, rubbing against it for a long time.
It likes the smell of Qing Ge.
Qingge raised her soft, boneless hands, gently rubbed the little white cat's head, and then scratched the little white cat's raised chin.
The little white cat feels comfortable and purrs like a cat.
Qingge raised her hands over the little white cat, looked into those melancholy eyes, and said with a smile: "You, even your eyes are very similar to his."
At that time, Aventurine was clean and independent from the world. His Highness, the Crown Prince, who was above all others, often looked down on the world with melancholy eyes on the other side of the sea.
He is worried about the country, the people, and the world. He is afraid of the bloody battle between his nine sons and the bloodshed of father and son. He is afraid that the road ahead is uncertain, without the fragrance of flowers and the company of his lover.
When recalling Si Xing, Qing Ge sometimes thought of the man who shed all his blood and climbed up Longfeng Mountain to save her life.
Beautiful as the bright moon, pure as the begonia blooming at dawn, bathed in the golden glow of the first ray of dawn.
Qingge rubbed the little white cat's face and said to herself: "Your expressions are really alike."
So similar.
Especially the eyes.
The little white cat suddenly left Qing Ge and stood on the highest branch of the Dragon and Phoenix Sacred Tree, looking into the distance.
"Qing Ge?" Qing Ge shouted.
The little white cat looked down at her, his eyes still melancholy, full of deep sadness.
He is a sentimental cat.
Meow.
It was such a low voice, it made people feel distressed.
"Are you unhappy?" Qingge asked. The little white cat looked at her and said nothing, seeming to acquiesce.