The Absolutely Favorite Poison Concubine: Demon Emperor, very arrogant

Chapter 221 It's terrible, the emperor is beating someone!

Therefore, one after another news came out from Fuyao City, and quickly spread to all parts of Jiuyou Continent. The general meaning is that the Ling family army is going to rebel, and the Eastern Zhou Dynasty is going to be chaotic. Those who have a share...

When the wishful thinking of the various forces was slapping, Ling Jiuyou had no time to pay attention to him. After the barbecue and face-slapping demonstration at the palace gate, Ling Jiuyou went straight back to the Duke's mansion. When he came to the Duke's mansion to inquire about the news, Ling Jiuyou gave him a jar of bath water directly, and asked him to go back and divide it with the funeral incense, and find a place where no one was around to hide and drink it, so as not to harm her beauty Wu !
As for Ling Jiuyou himself, he set up a formation around her room, and he didn't even step out of the door!
She was really wrong in her previous life, and this formation really works!

Outside, worried people turned around in a hurry, but Ling Jiuyou, who was hiding in the room, was sitting all around, with a small look of anticipation on his face...

Because, today, is the time when her celestial bones will be completely wiped out and she will return to her body?

After a thousand calls, after a thousand calls, the human figure transformed by Di Qing's spiritual power finally came out of the pot!

Ling Jiuyou looked at Di Qing's whole body exuding the icy aura of her aunt, and scolded her mother directly from the bottom of her heart...

what happened?
what happened?
After being separated from the imperial palace that day, she was very busy, and she didn't bother to tease this one. Why didn't this one get relieved, but became even more angry?

"Didn't you just steal a bucket of bath water from you... You have a reason to occupy the magpie's nest... You're so stingy..." Ling Jiuyou slandered in a low voice.

That's her fault!
That's clearly her fault!
Why did she act like a thief when she took the elixir from her pot?

What kind of reasoning is this?

Looking at the contradictory woman in front of him, Di Qing's face darkened again!
She has the final say on whether to love or not to love, what does this woman think of him as Emperor Yutian?
It's just... damn it!
However, they cannot die!
Standing in front of Ling Jiuyou with a slender figure like a majestic mountain, a deep sense of powerlessness hit his heart. Di Qing took a long breath, and the breath of Tenglong raged in his palm. When he lifted it up, he was about to To Ling Jiuyou...

Seeing this, Ling Jiuyou immediately stared in horror, and the next moment, he hugged his head and squatted on the ground!
Emma is dying!

Di Qing is going to hit someone!
"Don't hit me! Don't hit me! I'm just a little goblin passing by, you don't deserve me, you can do it yourself, Di Qing, let's have a discussion, can you let me kill myself?"

Holding his head, squatting on the ground, Ling Jiuyou wailed.

Emma, ​​don't ask why!Anyway, as strong as Emperor Qing, there is no reason to say that he wants to beat someone!
It's just that the breath of the flying dragon and snake on his slap is so fucking fierce, isn't it?
Ling Jiuyou has seen it with his own eyes. When Di Qing releases this kind of power, it can resist even the thunder that fills the sky for a long time...

With this slap, she won't be broken into pieces! I'll go...

If this is the case, please freely choose the appearance of death...

"Woman!" The domineering and sturdy breath in the palm of the hand rotated, Di Qing lowered his eyes, looked at the little woman nestled in a ball on the ground, his chest heaved with anger, "You are not enough to have fun at the palace gate, and I want to be with you too!" Are you mad?"

"Where is it? It's clear that you want to slap me to death!" Ling Jiuyou, who was holding his head, immediately raised his head and protested...

However, in the next moment, Di Qing's incomparably domineering slap was directly photographed...

(End of this chapter)