The smell of corpses spreads in the Fenghua Hall, which was covered by the formation of the Holy Feather Fairy.
The young man in red dress held a wine glass that was far from his bottom, and under the pile of sleeves, a piece of cold white wrist was exposed.
She slowly put down her wine glass, shook her hair and beast fan, and casually drew a curve with its blue-gray light blade.
The light blade hit the black blood soil and instantly lit into a blazing flame, burning the soil piled in the blood and the fallen Mu Ruge into ashes.
"If she was your life star disaster, would she die like this?" Gu Long asked in surprise.
Qingge curled her beautiful lips and smiled faintly: "I can't find her root, she can't die, but she can have a quieter life."
Mu Ruge is the most perfect work in the hands of Lingxu craftsman. He kneeled down weakly, bloodshot in his wide eyes, and tears flowed out.
Seeing that his horse was about to succeed, but how could he know that the sun set and all his previous efforts were wasted, his works turned into ashes.
Qingge looked at Lingxu craftsman contemptuously, with a desolate smile on the corner of his lips, like poppy in the dawn.
She leaned lightly on the chair and lowered her eyes lazily.
Lingxu Craftsman was dragged away by the armor-breaking soldiers, and Mu Ruge burned to the fire. Lingxu Craftsman lost even the strength to struggle.
It’s like a person who gave up the hope of life and is already a walking corpse.
Qingge slowly withdrew her gaze.
The dark flames burned everything about Mu Ruge, and there was no pungent smell in the hall, as if it had recovered as if it had tasted.
Although the Seventh Princess was curious about Mu Ruge's face that was extremely similar to the Empress of the Heavenly Realm, her focus is on the Red Dragon Fruit. "The thief has also been dealt with, and the Red Dragon Fruit should be returned to the princess." The King of Dragons personally brought the Red Dragon Fruit to the front of the Seventh Princess: "The Seventh Princess has great kindness to Jianglong. This Red Dragon Fruit is a treasure given to the Princess by Jianglong. I hope the princess will accept it.
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The Seventh Princess accepted the Red Dragon Fruit openly, and her heart sank back, and handed the Red Dragon Fruit to Yun Shen. She thought that it could make up for the loss of the Spirit Ring and ease the relationship between her and Yun Shen.
At this point, the end of the king's birthday banquet is approaching.
Finally, the young dancers swung their slender waists, and the hairpin on their buns reflected a beautiful light, like the extremely blooming daffodils.
"Good figure." Qingge drank wine and admired the women's dancing postures, smiled and nodded, holding the wine glass with her white hands. When she turned sideways, her clothes were a little open, revealing her delicate and delicate collarbone.
Loulan pursed her lips, her eyes whirling back and forth between the singing and the dancing girl, thinking: It turns out that the young master is so good.
The King of Dragons lowered his eyes hidden with a sharp breath like a sword. After hearing Qingge's words, the King of Dragons was thinking about something.
The birthday banquet was over and it was already late at night. The Seventh Princess rushed back to Shenyuedu without stopping, and explained some things to Yan Liufang before leaving.
Qingge looked at the back of the Seventh Princess, raised his eyebrows slightly, shrugged his shoulders, and wanted to return to the old mansion of the late emperor.
After working from the Great Stele to the Dragon Palace for a long time, she was exhausted.
Mu Qingxue hurriedly came to stop Qingge's pace, without saying or laughing, but bowed solemnly several times.
"Thank you." Mu Qingxue said after a long time.
"Go back, this is not as good as home." Qingge walked into the ancient car lazily.
"Yes." Mu Qingxue choked up.
When the ancient car was about to move to the old mansion of the old emperor, a mixed voice came from the quiet palace. Soon, the bead curtain on the front of the ancient car was lifted up. Liu Yan'er looked at Qingge and said, "Madam Dingxiang, he has burned himself."
Qingge's eyes were like cold ponds without ripples, his face remained unchanged, and he said for a long time: "Let's go back."
"Um."
Lady Dingliu is the princess who descends the dragon, and is a proud woman.
If she wanted to marry, no one in the world could stop her. Even if Shangguan Rui was a mediocre person, as long as she liked someone, the south wall would be hit.
Later, she became pregnant and had a child and left a disease. She could not practice normally and became a half-old woman. Among them, Shangguan Rui had a lot of fun and was scared away by her whip.
What happened to the Flower Temple was the last straw that crushed Mrs. Dingliu.
But what Qingge didn't understand was why Mrs. Dingxiang wanted to burn herself at the king's birthday banquet... She should have this king in her heart.
Qingge's eyes shrank, and he suddenly looked outside the ancient car. Then, he smiled desolately: Perhaps Mrs. Dingxiang did not burn herself, but died of untimely death.
The ancient car drove forward all the way and headed straight to the old mansion of the old emperor.
Qingge rubbed his temples and was about to open the door and walk into the room for a good rest, he suddenly found that his room was full of beauties. Looking at his eyebrows and eyes carefully, it seemed that they were all dancers in Fenghua Hall just now.
It turns out that she had just praised her, and these people wanted to flatter her to please her. Unfortunately, she didn't like this.
"Get out." Qingge said lazily.
The beauty scattered and fled out in a hurry.
After a moment, Liu Yan'er and Long Shitian appeared in front of the door. They were both two handsome young men, quite ridiculed.
"Our romantic young master Ye is actually a gentleman, and he can sit still without being confused. It is really admirable." Liu Yan'er said.
Long Shitian leaned against the lintel, "Who is our young master? His ordinary appearance is unattractive. If it weren't for the country's fragrance, the falling fish and geese, he would be accompanied by Mr. Ye's bed?"
The two sang and sang together, and joking and singing happily.
Qingge looked at the bed where the beauty was lying past, rubbed her eyebrows, and told someone to change to a new soft quilt.
She is a young man with a cleanliness.
"Young Master, that Madam Dingxiang is likely to be killed by the queen." Liu Yan'er said: "Although Madam Dingxiang is haggard and tired, even if she is about to die, she will never be at the king's birthday banquet."
"Shangguan Rui is the younger brother of the Queen of the Dragon. Because of her affairs with Mu Qingxue, she was deposed by Mrs. Dingxiang. She will spend the rest of her life lying on the hospital bed. The Queen is afraid that she will not hide it from Mrs. Dingxiang." Long Shitian said.
"Is there any news from the palace?" Qingge asked indifferently.
"It is said that he died of self-immolation, and there is also the final letter from Mrs. Dingxiang." Liu Yan'er sighed: "Only Mu Qingxue doesn't believe that Mrs. Dingxiang was self-immolation, and knelt down and begged the king to find out the truth about Mrs. Dingxiang's death, but was imprisoned in heaven."
Qingge's pale face appeared in Mu Qingxue's mind, and then said, "Take her to the old mansion of the late emperor."
Liu Yan'er and Long Shitian looked at each other, walked out of the old palace of the former emperor and took an ancient car to the palace.
Qingge sat cross-legged in the house, circling his breath, sinking into his heart, and slowly cultivating the powerful aura of his former Ghost City Lord.
The spiritual level has a state of immortality, and the darkness of the same class is: Yan Luo.
Chapter completed!