My princess is black

Chapter 482 490. Pretending to be polite?
"Hmph..." Ling Ge snorted coldly, "Su Wangchuan, what do you think you are worthy of Juechen? Why do you have the nerve to stand by his side? What qualifications do you have to be favored by him?"

"This..." Su Wangchuan pretended to be thinking in a suit, "Maybe Di Juechen likes a bewitching beauty like me? A white lotus like yours, which looks like a lotus out of water, must be too white, so my eldest son looks at it." not see."

"You..." Ling Ge was furious, "Very well, Su Wangchuan, you have completely angered this princess, and this princess doesn't intend to be polite to you any longer."

Su Wangchuan gave her a blank look, "I've already stood on this duel stage, why are you pretending to be polite? That's right, people like you must be used to pretending."

All kinds of things are pure and harmless in front of people, and all kinds of insidious and vicious things behind people.

What Su Wangchuan dislikes the most is this kind of person. It just so happens that the one in front of me is the standard equipment for this kind of person. All kinds of outfits are reflected on her body. From her exquisite makeup today, it is just It can be seen that she regards this duel stage as a stage to show herself.

"Su Wangchuan, go to hell." Ling Ge was completely irritated by her, her beautiful little face became a little distorted, and finally couldn't hold back the holiness.

With her teeth and claws open, she is like a crazy octopus, completely showing her strength.

From the very beginning, Ling Ge didn't take Su Wangchuan seriously.

She slashed horizontally with her sword, and the golden light slammed towards Su Wangchuan fiercely.

Su Wangchuan held the vermilion long sword and resisted forcefully. This strength was indeed not something her human form could bear.

She was forcefully pushed back a few feet.

Because of the relationship of pretending all the time, Su Wangchuan has become accustomed to imprinting the cinnabar mark of the Ming clan on her eyebrows. Everyone thinks that she is in the form of the Ming clan at this time.

Only Di Juechen knew what would happen if she showed her true Hades form?
Su Wangchuan held a long sword in his hand, silver light flashed in his black eyes, and there was a gust of wind on the closed training ground, shaking her fiery red clothes.

A mass of purple-black light condensed on her body, which could not dissipate for a long time...

The corner of Di Juechen's lips curled up into a vague smile, his slender fingers dragged his cheeks, and he stared intently at Su Wangchuan on the duel stage, she was finally going to really use the Nadir form.
Everyone in the duel stage looked at this scene in amazement. They couldn't feel the power inside, and they didn't know what happened at this moment?
The old doctor smiled meaningfully and nodded in satisfaction, "Old Chaos, your baby will soon be my husband's."

The old man of Chaos stared at him, "Old man, what do you see?"

The old doctor smiled and shook his head, "Soon, you will see it too."

Sitting next to the chaotic old man was Shenjun Lingtian, his expression was dignified from the beginning to the end, and there was a hint of mania and absent-mindedness in his pale golden eyes.

Sitting next to the old doctor was Moxiu, the Demon Lord. He frowned slightly when he heard the words, and asked the old doctor involuntarily, "Master, what is Chuan'er doing?"

"Don't ask the old man, go and see for yourself." This little girl, everyone was deceived by her, she is really a ghost, the more I look at it, the more I want to accept her as a closed disciple.

Hearing this, Mo Xiu had no choice but to look suspiciously at the duel stage, the faint black-purple light had completely receded, and what caught everyone's eyes was a very alluring figure like a dream.

(End of this chapter)