When Murong Chuan thought of him traveling thousands of miles to the Dragon Subduing Realm, he couldn't even eat a red dragon skin, and immediately doubted his life.
Zhang Liren seemed to have become accustomed to this, but was not surprised. Instead, he smiled and said hello to Qingge: "Congratulations to Mr. Ye for bringing thirty cities. In the near future, it will be the birthday of the King of Dragon Surrender. Mr. Ye will go.
Is it?"
"The day of birth? Interesting." Qingge curled his lips and smiled.
She is bound to win those thirty cities.
Moreover, she had already planned everything about the dragon.
Lingxu Craftsman, Mu Qingxue, Huangfu Qi...
interesting.
Qingge sat down on the imperial chaise longue, and Huzi came over to fan it obediently.
Maybe these days, as long as you are not as gentle as you are, you suddenly sneezed, turned to Hu Zi, and said fiercely: "Do you want to be cold to death?"
Hu Zi: "..." He was still immersed in the touch, and a word from Qingge destroyed his long-simmering mood.
Hu Zi said oh, put away his fan, and stood obediently beside the imperial chaise longue.
"The two of you haven't returned to the Wutai Alliance yet. Are you going to stay and attend the king's birthday party?" Qingge asked with a smile.
Zhang Liren said: "I heard that the woman who descends the dragon is as beautiful as a painting. I want to see if this woman in the dragon is as rumored, and each one is as beautiful as a picture, as fairy as a celestial being."
"How can you miss this young master when you look at a beauty?" Qingge smiled, and the two of them were a coincidence.
Murong Chuan came to his senses and saw Loulan, Hua Wulei, Ye Qingcheng and others walking towards Qingge, asking about his well-being, and worrying.
I heard that Young Master Ye sneezes, and all the beauties were anxious.
Murong Chuan immediately shed tears of jealousy.
After returning to the camp of the Wutai Alliance, Murong Chuan thought of the beautiful people beside Mr. Ye, and he secretly said, "It's really awesome for people. As a man, why is he in heaven?"
Zhang Liren chuckled: "I'm afraid that a romantic man with such charm is not a man."
"Ye Wuhen is not a man, will he be a eunuch?" Murong Chuan rolled his eyes: "It's becoming increasingly unreliable for me to speak recently."
Zhang Liren smiled without saying a word, sat on the chair and picked up the tea and drank it.
"Boss."
"Huh?" Murong Chuan looked at Zhang Liren impatiently.
"This time, we have really met an amazing person." Zhang Li Ren said. Murong Chuan had no choice but to say, "It's nonsense, it's rumored that Ye Wuhen is the Demon Palace of the You Clan, and that's a big man, so he shouldn't flatter him. Brother Li Ren
, I thought that you are a handsome talent, so why not try it and see if Mr. Ye’s taste is right.
If we board Ye Wuhen’s ship, our Wutai Alliance will all ascend to heaven.”
Zhang Liren: "..." This Murong Chuan is a nine-foot-foot-strait man, but he has never had a good appearance. He is still a famous wife in the Wutai Alliance.
It is said that as long as the wife at home coughs, Murong Chuan will kneel on the ground with weak knees.
Zhang Liren looked at Murong Chuan for a long time, then turned on his fan and walked out of the camp.
He looked at the camp where Ye Wuhen was through the wind and snow. A young man could vaguely see a young man standing next to the chaise long and said something to the beauty who was like clouds beside him, making the beauties laugh frequently.
Zhang Liren chuckled: "The Empress of the Heavenly Realm, I'm fine."
Bang, Qingge smiled and looked straight ahead with cold eyes, but Zhang Liren was gone.
Qingge frowned tightly...
In the evening, when night came, Qingge took Hua Wulei alone to the north of the Wuji Land.
This is the accurate data surveyed by Hua Wulei.
"Young Master, you brought me here..." Hua Wulei blinked and asked in confusion.
"The red dragon fruit is below this." Qingge said.
Hua Wulei's pupils shrank slightly: "Young Master, wasn't the Red Dragon Fruit taken away by the Prince of the Dragon Subduing Dragon? So how could it be..."
"Believe in the data given by Qiankun Tianji, and believe in yourself, come with me."
Qingge walked forward, Hua Wulei followed behind her step by step. Looking at Qingge's back, there was a mist on her end. I wonder what Qingge came to Wuji north to do.
The other teams of mercenaries have already returned home, or go to the capital of the Dragon Emperor to attend the birthday banquet of the Dragon King. However, the young master has no intention of leaving and wants to stay in the Wuji Land.
Hua Wulei was even more confused about what Mr. Ye said. She watched Huangfu Qi exchange the red dragon fruit with thirty cities, but the young master said that the red dragon fruit was below.
Hua Wulei is just a teenage girl, and some things can't be understood.
Even Qingge himself had not received the instructions and reminders from the Eternal Stone, he would have probably never thought of the connection.
Qingge looked at it and found a good place. Just when Hua Wulei thought Qingge was going to do something earth-shaking, Qingge's slender hand snapped her fingers gracefully, and the light gushed in front of her was the divine wood.
The Kowloon Throne of Space appears before you.
Qingge yawned, then sat on the Nine Dragon throne, gently pressing his side face with his fingertips, drowsy, and closed his eyes to rest.
"Young Master..."
"Use Qiankun Tianji to survey the red dragon fruit in the north of Wuji."
Hua Wulei looked at Qingge who was recuperating, and although he didn't know why, he still took out the universe and Tianji and carefully investigated it.
The girl's gray short hair blends with the Wuji heavy snow. She concentrates on finding the data of the red dragon fruit. Qiankun Tianji is magical in her hands, shining with red light, reflecting on her firm and cold face, and her eyes are full of
Hope.
She worked for a long time, and Qingge also slept for a long time.
Qingge slowly opened her eyes, yawned repeatedly, and was sleepy. She stood up from the Nine Dragons Throne and walked slowly to Hua Wulei's side.
Looking at Hua Wulei's thin body wrapped in wind and snow, she sighed and covered her cloak on Hua Wulei's body.
"Don't have a problem at a young age," said Qingge.
Hua Wulei felt warm in his heart, and then he used Qiankun Tianji to draw a rough area in the snow: "When Qiankun Tianji surveyed this area, the data was particularly clear."
"I understand." Qingge pulled out the Ming King's knife, used the knife as a shovel, and began to dig the snow.
Hua Wu's eyes trembled, and without hesitation, he evolved Qiankun Tianji into the second cold weapon form, and worked with Qingge to dig snow and shovel ice.
The King of Ming Dynasty, the Qiankun Tianji, these two magical tools that are about to startle thousands of lives are used to dig snow. I don’t know what it would be like to record historical books that are read by later generations.
Rich... willful...
Qingge dug for a long time without results, Hua Wulei said: "Young master, try the martial arts cannon?"
Qingge nodded: "It's OK."
Qingge jumped three feet away, fearing that Wupao would hurt him, so he looked so proud of his life that Hua Wulei smiled.
Hua Wulei jumped up on the ground and carried the first form on his shoulders: martial arts cannon. In the air, the martial arts cannon aimed at the area drawn on the lower side, poured his energy into it, and the fireball burst into the area, smashed it into this area!