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Chapter 2297 Your Lord of the Night, King of Dongzhou!

Nan Xueluo pursed her lips and frowned.

She hasn't found the location of the alchemy stone yet. She only had a vague idea of ​​the battle with Feng Qi, and she still needs a Futian Formation.

It just so happened that You'er was of elf blood, had been poisoned by poison, and was a virgin.

She wanted to use You'er's fate as a guide to initiate the Futian formation to find the most accurate location of the alchemy stone.

When Wang Qinghong heard Nan Xueluo's words, he hesitantly looked at You'er who was locked up in the dungeon, his eyes full of reluctance.

That's the blood of elves.

What a shame.

Nan Xueluo smiled coldly: "What are you afraid of? It doesn't matter if she is touched by others. You will not fall in love with her, let alone give her a title and the position of a head wife. She is just an elf bloodline. When I recover my body,

I will go to the elves to get you some girls."

Wang Qinghong's eyes gleamed. Thinking about it this way, he didn't feel uncomfortable at all. Instead, he felt even happier.

——

On the other side, Ye Jingfeng was still tit for tat with Zhang Jun and others.

Suddenly, Lord Nan asked in surprise, "The hour has come, why don't you see the Night Lord coming?"

Zhang Jun snorted, sneered, and said with disdain: "What night master? After all, he is not from a girl's family, but a low-class person from the Four Stars. I have never seen such a scene.

I'm afraid I'll be scared to the point of losing control of my legs. Do you still have the courage to come..."

Lord Zhang used a different method to humiliate Qing Ge, and deliberately used phantom spiritual power when speaking. Therefore, his voice was as loud as thunder, shaking through the south of Sichuan, so that all the practitioners present today could hear it clearly.

Hearing this, the Dongzhou cultivators who had never looked down on Qing Ge laughed unceremoniously one by one.

"A girl is scared when she hears about the eighth day of the ninth lunar month. She still dares to come to Shunan. She is afraid that she will be drinking milk in Ye Shen Palace right now."

Everyone couldn't help but laugh out loud.

They all talked incessantly, with unabashed ridicule and contempt in their words.

"What Gu Jun said is absolutely true. The beauty of Ye Qingge can be described as a fleeting glimpse. If you can be in love with such a beauty, it will be a beautiful thing in life."

"Ha--don't you want Xiao Xiangye Qingge? People don't look down on a rat like you. Even if I want to sleep with you, it's Ji Xunhuan. How can a man like the Evil King look down on you?"

"Hey - Mr. Ye, in his lifetime, how could he know that having such an immoral daughter would really ruin the family tradition."

"Let me tell you, Ye Qingge doesn't dare to come this night. Can she deserve the title of overlord? Does she dare to come? If she dares to come, my surname, Zhang Laosan, will no longer be Zhang!"

"..."

Gu Rongzha and other monarchs smiled meaningfully when they heard the practitioners' discussions.

On the other hand, Ye Jingfeng suppressed his anger, his forehead veins popped out, and his temples beat wildly, all venting his anger.

But he can't act on impulse, and he can't do violent things in anger.

Every move he makes now is related to Qingge. Ye Qingge is the overlord of Dongzhou, which means that she carries many responsibilities.

And pull one hair and move the whole body!

Gu Rongzhao glanced sideways at Lord Lin. Lord Lin walked slowly towards Gu Rongzhao and whispered softly: "Jun. Gu, everything has been arranged. If Ye Qingge dares to come, she will never come back."

Gu Rongzhao smiled knowingly and nodded.

The fire of ambition showed in his eyes, and his smile became stronger.

Dongzhou——

Sooner or later it will be his.

From the back, Jiang Huaishan looked at Gu Rongzhao and Lord Lin who were walking side by side, half-squinting his secretive eyes.

At this moment, strong winds were blowing, the desert sands were thundering, the sun was shining brightly, horses' hooves were trampling on the dust and smoke, and the ground was shaking and the mountains were shaking, shaking people's eardrums as if they were about to burst.

Gu Rongzhao's eyes flashed coldly, and he looked at Junjun Lin, then turned around and his pupils suddenly narrowed.

Then I saw a circuitous line between the sky and the earth in the distance, and eight horses came almost side by side. They were only eight horses, but they stepped out with the momentum of the sky and the earth collapsing.

The woman at the head was wearing an ice blue dress, with a pair of sharp black eyes, and her smile was carefree and unrestrained, as if she was one with the hurricane.

Liu Yan'er on the left, dressed in a red skirt, with slender snow-white legs, a scarlet scar extending upward from the collarbone, charming and evil eyes, and carrying a crescent-shaped knife on her back.

On the right side of the city, the city is covered in white clothes, carrying Fu Xiqin, with cold eyes, expressionless and unsmiling face.

Alian's gray pupils were like the gaze of death.

Nu Qi smiled sweetly, but could not hide his elegant temperament. It was unimaginable that such a young man with fine features and handsome eyes, riding a horse, actually thought that he had to eat more for dinner in southern Sichuan to make his trip worthwhile.

Emperor Yungui was dressed in blue robes, like a king coming from the sea.

Long Shitian wore a green shirt and smiled wildly.

Although Wei Bo is seventy years old, his body is vigorous and strong.

Liang Xiao straightened his waist, thinking that he could not embarrass his wife. He held his head high and his chest high, without squinting!

The horse under Qingge let out a long cry, stamped its hooves on the ground, and flew across the sky.

When the horse passed by in mid-air, Qingge flipped into the air, grabbed someone's lapel, and then returned to the horse's back.

The horse landed and drove parallel to Liu Yan'er, Ye Qingcheng and others.

Qingge dragged the man and went straight to the place of the Eight Lords of Gu Rongzha.

The horse stopped, Qingge dismounted, and threw the man to the ground.

The horse was galloping very fast, and the man's legs became weak and incontinent, and there was moisture between his legs.

Qing Ge's eyes passed over the wet spot and he smiled jokingly, "If you don't want to be named Zhang, then let's go by Ye. From now on, you will be called Ye San."

The person captured by Qingge was Zhang Laosan who was making noise in the crowd just now.

Zhang Laosan never imagined that he could be caught for making a casual noise among tens of thousands of people.

Zhang Laosan was stunned on the spot.

Liu Yan'er stepped forward and stepped on Zhang Laosan's shoulder, causing Zhang Laosan to fall to the ground.

Liu Yan'er lowered her eyes and looked at him with a horrified aura: "I haven't written down the kindness of the Night Lord in giving me my name."

Zhang Laosan's mind went blank. After hearing Liu Yan'er's words, Zhang Laosan, who was trembling in fear, knelt on the ground and kept kowtowing to Qingge, "Thank you, Lord Night, for giving me your name. Thank you, Lord Night, for giving me your name..."

…”

"Go down."

"Thank you Lord Night for the name, thank you Lord Night for the name..." Zhang Laosan kept repeating, and stepped back while repeating.

Qingge's skirt fluttered, her body swung slightly, facing the tens of thousands of practitioners, and when she stretched out her right hand, a glass of wine appeared in her palm.

Qing Ge paid tribute to the practitioners of Dongzhou, "Brothers, I'd like to toast you, and let me tell you to take a good look at my face. I - I am your night master, the Overlord of Dongzhou!"

Qingge drank it all in one gulp, smashed the cup, and then looked back at Gu Rongzhao.

From appearing to dealing with Zhang Laosan to toasting and swearing sovereignty, a series of actions flowed so smoothly that people were shocked to watch.

"Gu Jun, I haven't seen you for a long time. How are you?" The song was neither humble nor overbearing, it was very atmospheric, and he said it with a smile.

For a moment, Gu Rongzhao looked at Qing Ge and was speechless.


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