Qingge leaned against the back of the chair and slowly closed her eyes.
The thick and dark eye wings like palm-leaf fan trembled gently.
The Demon Sound of Ten Thousand Emperors!
Doesn’t that mean that Ye Qingcheng will become the most loyal believer in the Great Compassion Evil Palace in the future and will enter the twilight city?
The fork in life has already appeared.
Could she go against Ye Qingcheng?
Immediately, Qingge smiled bitterly.
What's wrong with running against the truth? So what about the Great Compassion Evil Palace?
Mo Xie has become the ghost king of the Three Thousand Evil Palace, which does not affect their friendship at all!
Thinking of this, Qingge's eyes were filled with perseverance as ice.
Ye Qingcheng was like a child who did something wrong, standing in front of her at a loss, fearing that he would be blamed by Ye Qingge for something that would be lost for a moment.
Qingge poured a glass of sweet wine and placed it on Ye Qingcheng's hand, "It's not good to use such a white and tender little hand to kill people."
Ye Qingcheng looked at her blankly, then held the white jade wine glass in both hands, occasionally looking at the boy.
Bai tribe leader Lu Wenshan was amazed by the side. If they had the ability to attract bees and butterflies, they would not have been sleeping alone in the bed until now.
Luo Cheng looked at the boy, touched his chin, and was full of doubts.
Are these girls blinded by lard? Why do they just stay with Ye Wuhen?
The disciples of the Shenyin clan had already helped Xu Yuyan up. The doctors of the Martial Arts Association treated Xu Yuyan's wounds. Xu Yuyan looked at Ye Qingcheng and did not dare to speak anymore.
She looked at Ye Wuhen unwillingly and bet on the singular pill that her father had exchanged for his life, but Ye Wuhen was stingy with her glance.
The blood flowing inside Xu Yuyan's limbs seemed to be gradually getting cold, and there was a raging light flashing deep in her eyes, and the seeds of hatred were taking root and sprouting.
She gritted her teeth and looked at Ye Qingcheng with a look.
If it weren't for Ye Qingcheng's existence, she would have been proud and glorious today, rather than making a public embarrassment like she is now, and she dares not speak out!
Xu Yuyan's hands clenched into fists, and when she looked at Ye Wuhen, her face was bound to win!
...
After a small storm that is not worthy of Tao, the magic registration continues.
Grandmaster Luo looked at the boy who was lying on the chair and was sleeping lazily. The disciples of all races were nervous and excited. Could this guy be here to hang out?
Is it?
So much so that when Grandmaster Luo faced the next disciple who registered his magic profession, his tone became fierce subconsciously: "Hurry up and just tap the spiritual consciousness into the stone statue of Qiankun!"
The disciple trembled and moved quickly.
Singing happily and leisurely, so comfortable.
The breeze beside her blew by, and she used the void of sleep to penetrate a touch of spiritual consciousness into the divine wood space.
But in the huge divine wood space, the beasts such as the Vermilion Bird, the Nine-tailed Blood Luan, the Killing Blood Wolf gathered together to watch her who was filling the soil.
Qingge took the Mingwang knife as a shovel and filled in some more soil in the place where the evil seal and treasure bow spirit were buried.
The trembling spirit of the weapon: "..."
The precious bow spirit of the speechless question: "..."
They seriously doubted why they chose this arrogant woman as the Lord of Twilight.
Isn't it too cruel?
Qingge filled the soil one meter high, and stepped on it with his feet until it was tightly tight.
I thought that after burying the seal, I would return to peace, but it was really angering to cheat the zombie from time to time!
"I will sell you all when I appear next time." Qingge threatened viciously.
The treasure bow spirit dare not say another word.
Senior Gu Long fell on his forehead. If the people from the Great Compassion Evil Palace learned that this guy treated the evil seal like this, he would be extremely painful!
Thinking of this, Senior Gu Long suddenly saw the bare flame dragon that was still in the sleeping period, and his heart was bleeding again.
At the top of the dragon clan, the treatment of the ancient Fire Dragon may not be better than the evil seal...
There were many disturbances outside and noises were constantly coming. Qingge's spiritual consciousness was lying in the divine wood space, thinking about what the treasure bow and weapon spirit said before.
If the Heaven and Earth Saha Formation is cracked again, she will pick up the evil seal and become the Lord of Twilight City.
This is a heart-warming shortcut. Being able to reach the sky in one step is only accompanied by terrible dangers.
Qingge dared not take risks with his own life!
Although the treasure bow spirit sealed the evil seal, it has often bewitched her for so long, with a clear purpose!
Even though Qingge knew this, he did not throw away the treasure bow spirit and evil seal. There is a very important reason:
This will be her trump card!
If she really reaches that last resort, this is her trump card for counterattack and turning the world around!
What's more, if the evil seal is thrown away,
Being taken away by a malicious person and becoming the Lord of Twilight is definitely not a good thing for Xiao Yueyue who is in immortality.
She is no longer alone, she is a family, she is just a mess around and has been in a military life.
Before doing everything, she had to think about it and worry a lot.
Qingge exhaled and felt a headache. He raised his hand and rubbed his eyebrows, pinching the eyebrows into a deep red color.
Suddenly, a snow-white ball of meat plunged into Qingge's arms, hugged her furry little cerebral, and rubbed against Qingge's neck.
The itchy feeling made Qingge come back to his senses.
Meow ~
The little white cat's azure blue eyes were as bright and clean as a gem.
It rolled around in Qingge's arms, rubbing for a long time.
It likes the taste of Qingge.
Qingge lifted his boneless hands, gently rubbed the little white cat's head, and then grabbed the little white cat's raised chin.
The little white cat feels comfortable and makes a "purr" sound that is exclusive to the cat.
Qingge raised his hands over the little white cat, looked at the melancholy eyes, and smiled and said, "You, even your eyes look very similar to him."
At that time, Dongling Cod was clean and out of the world, and was independent of the world. As the crown prince above all tens of thousands of people, he often looked down on this world with melancholy eyes on the other side of the sea.
He was worried about the country, the people, and the world. He was afraid of the blood of the nine sons fighting for the throne and the blood of father and son fighting each other. He was afraid that the road ahead would be vast and there would be no fragrance of flowers and lovers to accompany him.
When I recall the four stars, Qingge sometimes thought of the man who shed all his blood to save her life and climbed up Longfeng Mountain.
Beautiful as the bright moon, pure as the crabapple that lies in the dawn, bathed in the first ray of dawn.
Qingge kneaded the little white cat's face and said to himself: "Your expression is really like."
Too similar.
Especially the look.
The little white cat suddenly left Qingge, stood on the branches at the highest point of the Dragon and Phoenix Divine Tree, and looked into the distance.
"Qingge?" Qingge shouted.
The little white cat looked down at her, her eyes still depressed, filled with deep sadness.
It is a sentimental cat.
Meow.
What a low voice, it made people feel distressed.
"Are you unhappy?" Qingge asked.
The little white cat looked at her without saying anything, as if she had made a promise.