The God of War in the Heavens gently hugged Princess Ming and walked into the prosperous royal palace.
Etiquette.
Princess Linglong handed over the prepared picture scroll to Qingge and the others, "Aunt Ling has nothing to give you, there are only two paintings, which is quite reasonable."
"To us, it is already very precious." Qingge replied.
Princess Linglong smiled and looked at Qingge wearing hundreds of phoenixes towards the phoenix, and felt a little relieved.
If the demon god likes it, Qingge will not be so difficult to walk on the road of Qinghou.
"The God of Pingxi arrived-"
A voice sounded, Princess Linglong's eyes flashed slightly, and she turned her head and looked towards the direction of the mansion like everyone else.
A long path with strange flowers blooming on both sides.
The god in armor held the bright and charming princess in his arms.
The silver mask on his face shines with a transparent luster, like the bright moon shining down, and the eyes of a pair of swords are as dark as deep as iron.
The man was nine feet tall and walked on a pair of golden-patterned combat boots. He walked towards him with a dragon and tiger step. Every step was like a general who was reunited on the battlefield, with a flag of victory on his back.
His arrival alarmed countless people in the Seven Princes’ Mansion, and their eyes and gazes were all focused on him.
He held his head up and looked straight to the center of the courtyard. The elves in the mansion made way for the god of war.
In the arms of the gods of war in the heavens, Princess Minghuang, who has always been arrogant and arrogant, looks so dependent on others. Her eyes slightly turned, and she became more gentle and gentle as a woman from Jiangnan.
The God of War in the Heavens inadvertently glanced at Linglong, quietly, and quickly withdrew his gaze and put Princess Ming down.
"Princess Minghuang, I am rude." When the God of War of Heaven bowed, he spoke in the ear of Minghuang, and the heat sprayed out when he spoke was in Princess Minghuang's ear.
Princess Minghuang's cheeks were flushed and her head was dizzy, as if there were peach blossoms blooming in the sky. The lonely tourists who had been walking in the desert for many years finally arrived at her oasis.
The Seventh Princess hurriedly stepped forward to support Princess Ming, "Ming Emperor, why are you so ignorant? Why don't you give your respect quickly and thank the God of Pingxi."
The God of War of Heaven waved his hand casually and said lightly: "The princess is a daughter-in-law, so please ask the doctor to come and take a look."
"I'm here, why don't I help the princess back?" said the Seventh Princess.
Several maids came hurriedly when they heard the sound, holding Ming, who had sprained his ankle from both sides.
Princess Emperor walked to the attic.
Princess Ming Emperor turned around three steps, reluctant to leave, and looked shy, just like a girl who was in love with spring, and the light reflected in her eyes was called Pingxi Shen.
The God of War in the Heavens was polite and nodded to Princess Ming.
At that moment, Princess Minghuang was rushing around in his heart, and suddenly lost all his reason. Under the twisted form of his soul, there was only one thought in his mind that was about to come out and was bound to be obtained:
She wants to get this man.
At all costs.
Before meeting the God of Pingxi, Princess Ming sneered at love at first sight.
Now, what Princess Minghuang can firmly believe is that what makes her heart beat is the proud God Pingxi, who bent down for her.
As the distance gradually faded, the figure of the God of Pingxi became smaller and smaller until it disappeared from the sight of Princess Minghuang.
...
In the courtyard.
The demon god put down the teacup with a scent of fragrance, raised his eyes and looked at the God of War in the heavens, and asked, "Has the result of the immortal world come into being?"
"The affairs of the divine nature can resist the sins of the Qing Emperor." The gods of heavens fought against the gods.
The demon god chuckled, "Yes."
This was in her expectation.
Ye Qingge's divine character can not only offset Ji Yue's crime.
If Ye Qingge is ambitious, she can ask for more with this, but she doesn't.
There was only one man named Ji Yue in her eyes.
That's all.
"Half a day has come, A Yue, it's time to go back." The demon god stood up and stopped in front of Qingge, playing a grain of dust in his hair for Qingge. "Good boy, you have never been a spoiled person, but here in this god, you can be spoiled. Fire Heaven, for three thousand generations, you walk sideways, the sky collapses and the god is carrying it."
Qingge's fingertips trembled, looking deeply at the demon god.
She remembers every bit of the good devil god to her.
Only by practicing to immortality, shoveling away demons and monsters, and killing the ninth level of heaven can we give back to the demon gods.
Qingge pursed her lips and nodded: "Yes."
The demon god patted her on the shoulder and laughed clearly: "You are a person full of motivation and ambition. This god will not stop you from taking a knife. On the contrary, you will take the sharpest sword in the world and kill the strongest enemy. You are the fiancée of the Qing Emperor, the best choice for the future of Qing. Remember, you are the most outstanding woman in the world. The world of immortality is always waiting for your arrival, and the stars in the sky are shining brightly because of you."
"Who said a woman needs to be in the boudoir?
You can also leap into the nine heavens, gallop outside the heaven and earth, and shaking the stars and the moon!"
The demon god's words were majestic and resounded throughout the palace, causing those who heard them to feel tinnitus and dizziness.
When the surrounding spectators woke up, they looked at the demon queen, but they were frightened, frightened and awe-inspiring.
Qingge's blood was boiling in her body, and her fatigue had been replaced by her days. She stared at the eyes of the demon god, and finally waved her jade arm, holding the Mingwang sword that broke through the air with her hand, pointing to the faraway sky, and shouting: "I will definitely not be humiliated!"
The demon god smiled sweetly, and it was a little charming. Looking closely, it looked a bit similar to Ji Yue.
The demon god moved his legs forward.
"Demon God, the Qingyuan God has come out of seclusion." The words of the God of War in the Heavens made the Demon Lian stop and look sideways.
The God of War of Heavens then said: "The Qingyuan God has known the Qing Emperor's fiancée..."
"Then?" The demon god narrowed his eyes half-squinted.
"When the Qingyuan God was in seclusion in the spiritual realm, he met a girl with a pharmacy. He was so beautiful, kind-hearted, and had a saying that he would rejuvenate. That was... he chose for the Qing Emperor... Qinghou..." The God of War of Heaven said this and quietly glanced at the demon god.
The demon god's face was covered with clouds. For a moment, the entire palace was suppressed like hell, and people were panic and afraid of the demon god's majesty.
She spoke without saying a word, but the momentum she emitted was like a thunder roaring, tearing the souls of countless people apart.
And the words of the God of War in the heavens made everyone different thoughts.
Some people are happy and some are worried.
Nan Xun and others couldn't help but be overjoyed.
Yan Bitong and the Seventh Palace King were all worried, afraid that Qingge would suffer grievances.
The marriage letter has been sent, and even the courtesy has been completed, and this incident has alarmed the entire three thousand generations, the Fire Heaven and the Longevity of the Yan Luo.
Isn’t it known to everyone when we break off the engagement at this time?
It would be fine if the elders of the Seventh Palace King were blind, but how could Ge'er live in the future?
Isn’t I going to live in the laughter of everyone every day for the rest of my life?
Yan Bitong clenched the scepter and looked at Qingge's side face.
Qingge's expressionless face and calm expression, and she could not see sadness or joy.
The more this happens, the more worried Yan Bitong is.
No one knows a daughter better than a mother.
This girl hid everything in her heart, and she kept suppressing her chest. After a long time of accumulation, there would be the day when the volcano erupted.
By then, it will be out of control, and may be even more terrifying than falling into a demon.