The two of them almost came out together. When they arrived at the door, Long Xiaoshan stopped, looked at the alluring courtesan in front of him, and smiled faintly: "Fairy Qingcheng, how about you come and sit in my palace?"
Wen Qingcheng looked at the sky and said, "Isn't it getting late?"
Long Xiaoshan flicked his fingers: "It's not too late. Is Fairy Qingcheng still afraid that I will do something wrong?"
"Your Highness is joking, and Qingcheng will be disturbed." Wen Qingcheng and Long Xiaoshan left together.
At this time, many Tianjiao who attended the tea party saw the two people leaving together.
Their eyes showed strange colors.
Wen Qingcheng, a well-known courtesan in Beijing, has not yet heard who is the guest of honor, and even the second prince has not taken him down.
Could it be that the newly promoted Crown Prince Yin will take the lead?
The distance between Tai Yin’s uterus and Tai Ye’s uterus is not too far.
Not long after.
The two of them had already arrived in front of the crown prince's womb.
"We're here, fairy, please come in." Long Xiaoshan extended his hand to invite her.
"Thank you, Your Highness." Wen Qingcheng stepped in calmly.
After the two people entered, they went to the front hall and sat down. A maid immediately came and brought a plate of tea and fruit.
Long Xiaoshan said calmly: "Everyone, please retreat. Don't come in without my order."
"Yes, Your Highness." The maids around him all retreated.
Only Long Xiaoshan and Wen Qingcheng were left in the entire hall.
Long Xiaoshan waved his hand, and the two doors were closed. The entire hall became a closed environment. Long Xiaoshan stared at Wen Qingcheng with a half-smile, but did not speak.
Wen Qingcheng's expression slightly condensed. This kind of behavior was definitely not normal, let alone a man and a woman in the same room.
Immediately, she smiled slightly: "Your Highness, what does this mean?"
Long Xiaoshan stood up and walked slowly towards Wen Qingcheng until he was in front of her, then possessed him and placed his hands on the handle of Wen Qingcheng's chair. His eyes were dancing with purple-gold flames.
An invisible pressure spread.
Wen Qingcheng's expression finally changed.
In her eyes, she seemed to see a real dragon aloft, majestic and domineering. The terrifying aura of dragon power surged in overwhelmingly, making her soul feel like it was being shaken by the wind and rain.
"What do you mean by me?" Long Xiaoshan's faint voice resounded through the hall, as if coming from the sky, and seemed to roar in Wen Qingcheng's soul.
The Gang Yuan in Wen Qingcheng's body began to flow, and her body tightened involuntarily.
She is also in the Golden Core realm, and her realm is higher than Long Xiaoshan. However, facing Long Xiaoshan at this time, she is in the Golden Core realm, and she has no sense of security at all.
"Your Highness, I don't understand."
"No, you should understand, otherwise you wouldn't sit next to me today. Tell me, tell me how much you know." The purple-gold flames in Long Xiaoshan's eyes became brighter and brighter.
The six-path divine wheel turned suddenly, and the void trembled.
Wen Qingcheng's face became paler and paler, and the stars in her eyes were shining, as if she was resisting the terrible oppression of the soul.
But the mental power of the Six Paths Divine Wheel in Longxiao Mountain is so terrifying.
Moreover, he has obtained the true meaning of the ancestral dragon and contains the power of the true dragon.
The psychedelic star trails in Wen Qingcheng's eyes seemed to be about to collapse. She gritted her teeth and said, "Your Highness, don't you think you have no grace for bullying a woman like this?"
Long Xiaoshan smiled indifferently: "Bullying? It seems that you don't understand me."
In the center of the purple-gold flame, there seemed to be a deathly gray aura permeating the air, and a blood-colored killing god that spanned the ages seemed to be coming from the depths of time and space.
Wen Qingcheng felt suffocated.
The suffocation of death.
She didn't expect that this man really had no sympathy for her at all.
Even she, the alluring courtesan, seems to be just a lamb ready to be slaughtered at any time.
"Stop, I can tell you." Wen Qingcheng couldn't bear it any longer. The double torture of Long Wei and the murderous intent was enough to destroy anyone's will.
Wow!
The overwhelming desire to kill faded away like a tide.
Wen Qingcheng was like a drowning person rushing out of the river, breathing heavily, with panic still in his eyes.
In a short period of time, her clothes seemed to be soaked through.
It clings tightly to her curvy body, showing off her curves.
Long Xiaoshan seemed to have completely lost the threat he had just now. His eyes circled around Wen Qingcheng's exposed curves, and he smiled slightly and said: "Fairy has a good figure."
"You!" Wen Qingcheng wanted to stab Long Xiaoshan blindly in the eye.
This bastard.
She immediately circulated her Gang Yuan to evaporate the sweat from her body.
At this time, her expression was indifferent, without any hint of temptation, and she said coldly: "What do you want to know?"
Long Xiaoshan said: "How did you recognize me?"
Long Xiaoshan didn't say what he recognized. He knew that Wen Qingcheng would definitely understand.
Wen Qingcheng pointed to her eyes: "Because my eyes are very special and I can see things that many people can't see, such as luck."
Long Xiaoshan narrowed his eyes and said, "You can see the luck in me."
"That's right," Wen Qingcheng said, "Now you should know why I recognized you."
Long Xiaoshan looked at Wen Qingcheng's eyes. He had thought that these eyes were very special before, as if they were like a vast starry sky, with stars orbiting around them, full of psychedelic colors.
Wen Qingcheng said that she could see luck.
It's not surprising at all to recognize him.
He possesses the luck of the nine-foot-long ancestral dragon.
This is indelible.
No matter how good he is at disguise, he can't even recognize a peak elixir like Huangfu Qi.
But as long as you see the luck, you will know that he is a mountain dragon.
Because of the luck of Jiuzhang Ancestral Dragon, he is the only one.
No wonder Wen Qingcheng sat next to him that day.
However, that was not what Long Xiaoshan was thinking about at this time. He frowned and said, "Are there many people like you who can see through luck?"
Wen Qingcheng said: "Very few."
"There are very few, so there are still more?"
"Of course. After all, the world of cultivation is so big and there are countless strange people. It's not surprising that they have the same ability. My father also has this ability."
Long Xiaoshan felt even more wrong.
Theoretically, it doesn't seem to be a troublesome thing for someone to see through his identity as a mountain dragon.
After all, this status seems to have quite a lot of benefits for him.
The youngest Heavenly Alchemist and the number one genius in the alchemy world.
No. 1 in the Qianlong War, the strongest genius of the younger generation.
Either of these two identities is enough to shock the world. If a person obtains these two achievements at the same time, it would be so amazing and it would be a huge improvement to his reputation.
But Long Xiaoshan understands that everything has two sides.
Too much is not enough.
He won the first place in the Qianlong War and ascended to the position of crown prince, and was already hated by others.
If he is also known as the youngest alchemist in the alchemy world, I am afraid many people will wonder what happened to him.
After all, with strength, one can also use bloodline fusion to cover up the past.
But a Heavenly Alchemy Master cannot be achieved by relying on blood. Any Heavenly Alchemy Master requires a lot of practice in addition to talent. Long Yin had never been exposed to alchemy before, and suddenly became a Heavenly Alchemy Master.
