Emperor Leng's favorite belly black mad concubine

Chapter 70 His Belly Black [1]

If she can do it, she must do it. If she is really doomed to have no talisman talent, then these three chances are enough.

Turning back to the room, Ye Xiyue learned the lessons from the previous two times, summed up the reasons for the failure, and looked up the "Supreme Secret Sutra". Suddenly, an idea came to her mind. Maybe she did something wrong the previous two times.

She should draw the runes directly on the talisman paper instead of drawing it in the air and then move it to the talisman paper...

With this in mind, she started the third talisman making.

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At night, it is as quiet as running water.

In the black sky, the stars are twinkling, blinking mischievous eyes, watching all the joys and sorrows in the world.

Magic Star Pavilion.

The most sacred and beautiful building in the capital of Jinyang Kingdom.

It is located in the north of the capital, next to the imperial palace.

At this time, the lights of Huanxing Pavilion were already dimmed, and there was only one main hall with weak lights on. A middle-aged man was sitting at the desk, flipping through the picture album in front of him.

This middle-aged man is the hall master of Huan Xing Pavilion, he always treats himself strictly and treats others seriously, everyone calls him Uncle Yan.

The picture album in front of him is nothing but various pictures of etiquette or celebration methods.

Uncle Yan flipped through the picture album, pondered for a moment, then thought about it carefully, and finally said thoughtfully: "This picture is not spectacular enough."

Or say: "This picture is not very elegant."

"This is not suitable, this is not suitable."

"..."

Until he saw the last page of the picture album, Uncle Yan still had a frowning look on his face.

In the end, he could only sigh deeply, alas, why is it so difficult?

"I've heard that Uncle Yan is strict in his work. He treats other people seriously, and he is even more harsh on himself. I saw him today, and it's true." A pleasant sound like the ding-dong of spring water came from outside the hall.

Uncle Yan was excited all over, his martial strength is not bad, he is already in the ranks of masters, but he didn't realize that someone had come until the voice sounded.

Listening to the sound again, the picture book in Uncle Yan's hand fell on the table with a 'click'.

He hurriedly walked from the back of the table to the front, but before the owner of the voice appeared, he knelt down on the ground and bowed deeply towards the door.

A man in a purple robe came slowly.

Stunning beauty, unparalleled in the world.

He stood in front of Uncle Yan, his cold face was as cold as frost, "Get up."

Uncle Yan was trembling, and hadn't recovered from the incident of Huang Junye's arrival.

"My lord, are you back?"

Uncle Yan lowered his head and said in shock.

"Could it be that the person standing in front of you is a ghost?"

Uncle Yan shook his head violently, tongue tied, "No... this subordinate didn't mean that."

No, tomorrow is the time for Master Dishi to come back.

Huang Junye turned around and sat on the soft chair. His posture was lazy and evil. Between his brows, every movement of his hands and every gesture of his feet, there was an aura of looking down on the world.

He glanced at the album on the table, "You look at this thing, do you want to learn from experience?"

As Uncle Yan said, he was about to kneel down again. In front of Huang Junye, he was like a god, and he was absolutely submissive when he was suppressed.

Huang Junye glanced coldly, "If you kneel again, this leg will be disabled."

Uncle Yan was startled, and stood up straight, with cold sweat streaming down his face.

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(End of this chapter)