Demon Concubine Yutian

Chapter 1102 King's Landing City Is Like a Game of Chess
"I want to stay in Moyang Pavilion."

Ye Luoming knew that he meant well, but still refused, "I want to reveal the true identity of that ghost!"

"no!"

Si Yutian refused straight away, with an extremely tough attitude, "You can't stay in Moyang Pavilion, a shadow building is already difficult enough to deal with, how can you take the initiative to step into another dangerous situation?"

"Yu, that's King Yi's room."

Ye Luo stared at Si Yutian stubbornly, and emphasized, "There must be a secret inside. That ghost image, maybe it has something to do with Yi Wang! If I can't solve that mystery, I won't die in peace!"

She had a bad premonition in her heart.

King's Landing City is like a game of chess.

She and Yu are pawns in it, and there is a black hand behind the scenes who is faintly pushing everything and affecting their fate.

Si Yutian's face was cloudy and uncertain, and there was a hint of pleading in his voice: "Why do you have to risk yourself? Can't you make me worry less?"

His voice trembled slightly.

With a trace of fear that I didn't expect.

He is afraid of losing her.

"Yu, I know what you are worried about. But can I avoid it for a while, can I avoid it for a lifetime? In a few days, I will report to Tianjimen. If I become a disciple of Tianjimen, I will definitely live alone in the future." From the Tianji Gate, you are a disciple of the Nine Palaces Temple, so you must not be able to protect me all the time. I must have the ability to protect myself."

Ye Luo hugged Si Yutian, patted his generous back, and said, "Let me live in Moyang Pavilion before entering school. I want to find out what's inside."

"I'll accompany you—"

Si Yutian's voice was a little hoarse.

Since she insisted so much, for her safety, he must be by her side all the time, so that she can rest assured.

"Alright."

Ye Luo wanted to refuse, saying that if you accompany me, the ghost will not come.

But the man in front of him, his eyes are too earnest, his attitude is too sincere, and he even has a faint feeling of pity.She really couldn't say no to it.

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black market.

Shadow House.

An Ruxia wore a black cloak, like a witch, appeared on the first floor, her tight chin and tight red lips showed her anger.

"It's really useless!"

An Ruxia stretched out a hand, slapped the counter heavily, and roared hoarsely, "This is the strength of your shadow building? What blood guards? What kind of assassination rate is 20% under the first-order Berserker? She Still alive! Alive well! Only slightly injured! And you actually took my [-] second-grade mad spar and gave me the money, so you can’t handle things well, hmph!"

Xue Fiend sat behind the counter, staring at An Ruxia with piercing eyes, with a ghostly arc on his lips: "My guest, the assassination information you provided is wrong, the assassination target clearly has a first-level You have the strength above that of a mad warrior, you also have the inheritance of the ancient blood, and the inheritance of the eye pupil, and you are an excellent corpse controller. You have not reported these to us. According to the rules, you should pay us ten times the price of the Shadow Building. That's 200 million second-grade mad spar."

An Ruxia's face turned pale, her lips lost their color, and she trembled angrily: "You, you are simply robbing? Two million second-grade mad spar, where do I have so much money? Besides, I don't know that she has ancient Bloodline inheritance."

(End of this chapter)