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Chunlan also sighed: "I still remember when I was a child, you bought it from human traffickers, taught me how to read, taught me etiquette, and taught me principles..." Her hoarse voice echoed in the hall, and her expression also jumped to the ground. The color of remembrance.

Feng Qinglang's heart moved, and in the modulation of the background color, she couldn't help adding a touch of dark yellow that represented memories.

"However, I don't like you beating and scolding me for the slightest displeasure. In order to please those dignitaries, you let me accompany you. Now the so-called status of being under one person and above ten thousand is just letting me stay by your side." Take care of everything, be a caring dog, Your Majesty, to be honest, I don't like to live this kind of life..." Chunlan said, her voice was full of resentment, the hatred that was so thick that it couldn't be resolved, she didn't do anything at all. cover up.

"Do you know? Your Majesty, I have wanted to do one thing many years ago, and today I can finally do it!" Chunlan raised her right hand and was about to slap the Queen's face fiercely.

But the queen didn't look at her, she cast her eyes behind her, Chunlan felt the wind behind her suddenly, turned her head in a hurry, and saw the old painter in front of her, who seemed serious, and another female painter who was silent from beginning to end, Already standing behind him.

The queen said lazily: "Chunlan, it is said that it is the first time for me to go out of the palace after I ascended the throne, so I have to make more preparations, so I hired two more bodyguards to mix with the painter. Other than the calculations, it's normal. Well, they are the duo of Huanlei, well-known guardian mercenaries."

Chunlan has naturally heard of this name before. Huanlei Duo is a well-known bodyguard mercenary in the Lanling Kingdom. They protect their employers in different ways every time.

When she thought this way, the old painter picked her up like a chicken, and asked in a deep voice, "Your Majesty, how should we deal with it?"

The queen sighed faintly, deep pain flashed in her eyes, and she said lightly: "Give her a good time!"

What surprised her was that the eyes of her personal female officer also showed no panic, and there was even some inexplicable ridicule. Chun Lan said, "Your Majesty, are you missing something?"

The gust of wind picked up again behind her, and Chunlan's feet landed on the ground again, because the head of the master who was holding her hand had left his master in an instant, and even the face of the old painter was still full of planning and confusion I didn't realize that the god of death had come in an instant.

The other female artist reacted a little faster and moved a step sideways, but she didn't have time to mourn the death of her partner. The law power of the person behind her had followed closely, making up for her and reaping her life.

Seeing the death of the two guards and mercenaries entrusted by the empress, Chunlan couldn't help but giggled, and didn't wipe the blood splashed on her face, she put her hand on the assailant's shoulder naturally, saying : "Your Majesty, why did you forget your bodyguard?"

The gray shadow who dragged the first round of assassins out of the palace just now stood beside Chunlan with a dull face, staring blankly at the queen without any emotion. It was his surprise attack that killed the two painters. up.

Chunlan raised her hand on her shoulder again, and the empress' face finally changed. When the hand fell, there was a crisp sound of "snap", and a palm print was clearly left on the empress's fair and tender skin.

Fear finally welled up in the Queen's eyes, and Chunlan's laughter echoed cheerfully in the hall. As a bystander, Feng Qinglang was very helpless. After arguing for a long time, it turned out that no one came to paint. Of course, I am better than them. Professional, at least, he is willing to finish the painting.

Now Chunlan and the others not only blocked the model, but also blurred the prototype, so they had to rely on their memories to adjust the color of the queen's cheek.Of course, no one would care about Feng Qinglang's thoughts, so he could continue the painting calmly.

Chunlan smiled and said, "Your Majesty, as before, do you have any last wishes?"

When he said this, the blade of the man in gray had already lightly pierced the queen's lower abdomen, and the queen could no longer maintain her grace, and said in a trembling voice: "When will you..."

The blade was still penetrating deeply, and the breath of life was passing away at a high speed, so that the queen had no strength to finish the question, but Chunlan was indeed the queen's personal servant, and she knew the other party's intentions well, and replied with a light smile: "Your Majesty, you are too romantic. During the romantic time, it is enough for me to do many things."

The queen was no longer able to respond to the other party. With the passing of the last trace of life, her rolling eyes were completely frozen, leaving only the last trace of remorse and deep bewilderment.

Chunlan sighed faintly, resembling an empress. She winked at the gray shadow beside her, and the gray shadow bowed down, and took the box that the empress put close to her body into her hand, which made Feng Qinglang's pen sharp Stop and stare at the box.

Chunlan said softly: "There is a soul-suppressing stone inside. I heard that carrying it with you can stabilize your mind. You can carry it with you in the future."

Gray Shadow smiled on his dull face, very stiff, but tried his best to show gentleness, he opened the box, and endless brilliance flashed before his eyes, but it was not the light from the soul stone, but hundreds of sharp steel The needle was shot at the moment the box was opened, and Huiying had no chance to react at all. He had already been plotted by this manipulative plot, his face was pierced by the steel needle, and his life was harvested instantly.

Seeing the gray shadow falling softly to the ground, Chunlan approached cautiously, and explained: "I'm sorry, the box needs a special technique to open, otherwise it will trigger the mechanism. Only His Majesty knows this technique, and I don't Know."

Feng Qinglang knew that this explanation was definitely not for herself, so she couldn't help feeling a chill in her heart. Now that the model has completely changed, she can only describe the Queen's face entirely from memory.

After Chunlan was sure that Huiying was dead, she tiptoed the box to her feet, kicked the lid several times cautiously, and picked up the box only after she was sure that the steel needle had finished shooting. It was a two-story structure. If the opening method is not correct, the lower layer will be opened, and infinite steel needles will be shot out. She pushed aside the layered steel sheets, took out an inconspicuous stone, and held it in the palm of her hand, like Holding a priceless gem.

Feng Qinglang also looked at it from a distance. If you just look at it at a glance, this stone is really not half-remarkable. Only when you observe carefully can you notice its wrinkled skin, which is very unique, much like the forehead of a wise old man.

Chunlan sighed softly: "Is this the third-order soul-suppressing stone? It's nothing unique... Do you think so?"

After all, he looked at Feng Qinglang, the only survivor at the scene.

Feng Qinglang could only let panic and helplessness appear on her face, and even a pleading expression appeared in her eyes.

Chunlan said: "It's a pity, you are very good-looking! Finish the painting carefully, and I will give you a decent pleasure!"

The implication is that Feng Qinglang is already a dead person.

Feng Qinglang really wanted to cry out a few tears of fear, or make her body tremble violently a few times, but after thinking about it, she had already seen the Soul Requiem Stone, so there was no need to be so involved in the role, right?

So he lowered his head again and let the brush continue.

Chunlan rang the bell next to the bed, the bell rang three times and two times.

After a while, the hall door opened a crack, a middle-aged man with a handsome appearance flashed in, and the hall door closed again.

The man looked around, his eyes were burning, and after seeing the big and small things clearly, he knew that the overall situation had been settled, he couldn't help but looked up to the sky and laughed, strode towards Chunlan, stretched out his big hand, and hugged Chunlan into his arms.

Chunlan snorted, and obediently kissed her.

In a pool of blood, the two kissed passionately in front of several corpses.

Feng Qinglang wanted to protest something, but suddenly remembered that in the eyes of others, her job was only temporary, so she obediently kept her mouth shut, and her subordinates speeded up their writing, as the pretty portrait of the empress had reached the finishing stage.

"Chunlan, you have made a great contribution, how should you reward you?"

"Lord Ning, Chunlan just wants to serve you, and doesn't want any rewards..." Chunlan's hoarse voice uttered sweet sentences, mixed with the smell of blood, making the space full of temptation.

Feng Qinglang also sighed silently in her heart. In such a palace coup, Chunlan's role may be difficult to end well.