Miss Third: Secret Service Concubine

Huang caught up with Yi Gucheng, and in the howling wind, Huang frowned slightly, and snatched Bailu from Yi Gucheng's shoulders with lightning speed.

Hugging the egret horizontally, Huang raised his eyebrows at the livid Yi Gucheng, and left arrogantly.

He is a man with a temper.

Yi Gucheng stood in the void, gritted his teeth and looked at Huang's unrestrained back, his hands were tightly clenched together, and the sound of bones colliding suddenly sounded.

With a sound of "shua", Yi Gucheng hurriedly followed the figure in front.Could his woman be touched by others?

The helpless thing is that Huang Mingming is not far away from him, but he just can't catch up.

Huang walked forward gracefully and without losing speed, Moonlight quietly glanced at Yi Gucheng who was in a panic, and a sly gleam flashed in his eyes.

The corner of Bailu's mouth twitched and he rolled his eyes again. It turned out that Huang and Yigucheng were similar, and they were very childish when they were young.

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In the space full of torrents, the air rotates at an extremely fast speed, turning the invisible into form, forming swirls, like meteors darting back and forth in a space that is not too big or too small.

The sharp swirl is full of sharpness, with traces of chilling air.

It seems that being stabbed like this, even the soul will be pierced.

In this space full of chilling air, a secret room with walls on eight sides is suspended in mid-air. The eight corners of the secret room are all strung with chains. In the mist.

One after another silhouettes landed in this space full of slaughter, staring at the solemn secret room.

"Huofeng, is that in there?" Bai Lu jumped off from Huang's body and looked at the secret room.

Yi Gucheng fell between the egret and the phoenix, and forced the phoenix who was standing next to the egret to be squeezed out.

Huang smiled lightly, looked at Yi Gucheng and shook his head helplessly.

It seems good to live like this for this period of time... After all, after the soul is handed over to Yan Sifeng, it will be difficult to have such a day.

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Feiyan nodded, looking at the secret room, she couldn't help showing a touch of sadness.

Compared with her and Zhui Bing, the suffering of mother is the real suffering.

"Then what are you waiting for, let's go in." Just as Yinlong raised his foot, his expression changed suddenly, and he pulled his foot back abruptly.

Looking down, he saw the place where Yinlong raised his foot just now, a series of murderous swirls swept past like a storm.

This powerful aura made everyone feel the danger!

"Qingkong and I were almost strangled by these swirling currents before." Feiyan's face turned slightly pale, obviously still a little scared.

"Not enough to be afraid of!"

While everyone was thinking about how to deal with these swirling currents, Qing Zhuyu patted the dust on his body, then lifted his robe gracefully, and sat down cross-legged.

The hands were spread out in a line above the legs, and a burst of white and bluish light suddenly appeared in Qing Zhuyu's hands.

A green bamboo qin faintly emerges from the light,

But in a moment, it turned into a solid body and landed on Qing Zhuyu's legs.

As soon as the green bamboo qin appeared, the whole space seemed to be filled with a fresh bamboo fragrance.

This feeling is like the smell of peonies wafting on the battlefield where the blood flowed like rivers of corpses, which is indescribable.

The slender and white hands were lightly placed on the strings, the corners of the green bamboo feather's lips were slightly raised, the eyes were slightly closed, and the fingers moved slightly, an elegant sound came out from the piano.

Like a gust of wind, blowing through the crowd.

When this low-pitched and clear voice swept through the entire space, those chilling swirls were completely disintegrated!