The two of them almost came out together. When they arrived at the door, Long Xiaoshan stopped, looked at the peerless courtesan in front of them, and smiled faintly: "Fairy Qingcheng, how about going to sit in my palace?"
Wen Qingcheng looked at the sky and said, "It's getting late?"
Long Xiaoshan bounced his finger: "It's not too late. Is Fairy Qingcheng still afraid that I will do something wrong?"
"Your Highness is joking, then Qingcheng will bother you." Wen Qingcheng and Long Xiaoshan left together.
At this time, many geniuses who participated in the Tea Party of Taoism saw the backs of the two leaving together.
His eyes all showed strange colors.
Wen Qingcheng, a famous courtesan in Beijing, has never heard of anyone's guest of the curtain, and even the second prince has not taken him down.
Could it be that the newly promoted Prince Yin will be the first to be won?
The distance between Prince Yin’s uterus and Prince Ye’s uterus is not very far.
Not long after.
The two of them arrived in front of the prince's uterus.
"It's here, fairy, please come in." Long Xiaoshan stretched out his hand to induce him.
"Thank you, Your Highness." Wen Qingcheng stepped in calmly.
After the two of them entered, they came to the front hall to sit down. A maid immediately came and brought a tray of tea and fruit.
Long Xiaoshan said lightly: "Everyone retreats, no one who doesn't want me to order me."
"Yes, Your Highness." The maids around retreated.
Only Long Xiaoshan and Wen Qingcheng were left in the entire hall.
Long Xiaoshan waved his hand and the two doors closed, and the entire hall became a closed environment. Long Xiaoshan stared at Wen Qingcheng with a smile, but did not speak.
Wen Qingcheng's expression was slightly condensed. This behavior was absolutely not normal, let alone a man and a woman were living in the same room.
Immediately, she smiled slightly: "Your Highness, what does this mean?"
Long Xiaoshan stood up and slowly walked towards Wen Qingcheng, and then reached her, then possessed her, putting her hands on the handle of Wen Qingcheng's chair, and his eyes were beating with purple and golden flames.
An invisible pressure spread.
Wen Qingcheng's face finally changed.
In her eyes, she seemed to see a true dragon that was tall, majestic and domineering. The terrifying dragon power aura surged overwhelmingly, making her soul feel swaying.
"What do you mean?" Long Xiaoshan's faint voice resounded throughout the hall, as if it came from the sky, and as if it was roaring in Wen Qingcheng's soul.
The Gang Yuan in Wen Qingcheng's body flowed, and his body couldn't help but tense.
She was also in the realm of Golden Pills. Her realm was higher than Long Xiaoshan. However, facing Long Xiaoshan at this time, her realm of Golden Pills was not at all safe.
"Your Highness, I don't understand."
"No, you should understand, otherwise you wouldn't have sat next to me today. Tell me, tell me, how much do you know." The purple gold flame in Long Xiaoshan's eyes became brighter and brighter.
The six divine wheels rotated violently, and the void trembled.
Wen Qingcheng's face became paler and whiter. In her eyes, the stars were shining, as if they were resisting the terrible oppression of the soul.
But how terrible the spiritual power of Long Xiaoshan's six-path divine wheel is.
Moreover, he has obtained the true meaning of the ancestor dragon, and it also contains the power of the true dragon.
The psychedelic star track in Wen Qingcheng's eyes seemed to collapse and break. She gritted her teeth and said, "Your Highness, don't you think you are not despicable to bully a woman like this?"
Long Xiaoshan smiled indifferently: "Bully? It seems that you don't understand me."
The purple and golden flame seemed to be filled with a dead gray aura, and a blood-colored killing god that had spread throughout the ages seemed to step into the depths of time and space.
Wen Qingcheng felt suffocated.
The suffocation of death.
She didn't expect that this man was really not sympathetic at all.
Even her, the peerless courtesan, seems to be just a lamb that can be slaughtered at any time.
"Stop, I can tell you." Wen Qingcheng couldn't bear the double torture of dragon power and nirvana murderous aura, which was enough to destroy anyone's will.
Hurry!
The body-permeable intention of killing faded away like a tide.
Wen Qingcheng seemed to be a drowning person rushing out of the river, breathing in big mouths, still with a sense of shock in his eyes.
In just a short time, her clothes seemed to be wet.
He pressed tightly against her concave and convex body, and his curves were revealed.
Long Xiaoshan seemed to have no threatening intention just now, and his eyes turned around Wen Qingcheng's exposed curve, and smiled slightly and said, "The fairy has a good figure."
"You!" Wen Qingcheng wanted to poke Long Xiaoshan's eyes with a knife.
This bastard.
She immediately circulated Gangyuan and evaporated the sweat from her body.
At this moment, her expression was indifferent, without any temptation, and she said coldly: "What do you want to know?"
Long Xiaoshan said: "How did you recognize me?"
Long Xiaoshan didn't say anything he recognized, he knew that Wen Qingcheng would definitely understand.
Wen Qingcheng pointed at his eyes: "Because my eyes are very special, I can see many things that people cannot see, such as luck."
Long Xiaoshan narrowed his eyes and said, "You can see my luck."
"Not bad," Wen Qingcheng said: "Now you should know why I recognize you."
Long Xiaoshan looked at Wen Qingcheng's eyes. He used to think that these eyes were very special. It seemed like a vast starry sky, with star tracks running, full of psychedelic colors.
Wen Qingcheng said that he could see luck.
It would be no surprise to recognize him.
He has the fortune of the Nine-Feng Ancestral Dragon.
This is indelible.
No matter how skilled his disguise skills are, he can't even recognize the peak golden elixir like Huangfu Qi.
But as long as you see luck, you can know that he is a mountain dragon.
Because of the fortune of the Nine-Zhou Ancestral Dragon, he is the only one.
No wonder Wen Qingcheng would sit beside him that day.
However, this was not what Long Xiaoshan thought about at this moment. He frowned and said, "Are there many people like you who can see through luck?"
Wen Qingcheng said: "It's rare."
"Seldom, that's it still there?"
"Of course, after all, the world of cultivation is so big, there are countless strange people, and it is not surprising that my father has the same ability."
Long Xiaoshan felt even more wrong.
In theory, it doesn't seem to be troublesome to be seen through by someone as a mountain dragon.
After all, this identity seems to have a lot of benefits to him.
The youngest Tiandan Master, the number one genius in the alchemy world.
The first place in the Battle of Qianlong, the strongest genius of the younger generation.
Both identities, either of which is enough to shake the world. If a person achieves these two achievements at the same time, how amazing it would be, and how great it would be to his reputation.
But Long Xiaoshan understood that everything has two sides.
Too much is as bad as too much.
He was already jealous of the first place in the Battle of Qianlong and ascended the position of prince.
If you are also called the youngest Tiandan Master in the alchemy world, many people will probably wonder what happened to him.
After all, strength can be covered up with blood fusion.
But the Tiandan Master cannot be achieved by blood. In addition to talent, any Tiandan Master also requires a lot of practice. Long Yin had never been exposed to alchemy before, and suddenly became a Tiandan Master.