Lengdi's black belly mad concubine

Chapter 117 Rewards
Qian Ling Yumo watched her move away gradually, feeling a little chilled in his heart, but he had time to let her approach slowly.

"I'm leaving again, I don't know if I will be half dead again when I see you next time?" He said slowly.

"Crow's mouth, you can't say something nice." Nangong Xuanyue gave him a white look.

"Hehe!" A deep and charming laughter overflowed from Qianling Yumo's mouth.He walked over and gently took Nangong Xuanyue into his arms.

"Protect your own life and take care of yourself." He wanted to say that he would be able to bring her by his side in the near future, but he still didn't say it, he was afraid of killing her.

Slowly closing his blue eyes, smelling her unique breath, his heart instantly calmed down.

"Qianling Yumo, what's wrong with you?" Nangong Xuanyue felt his intense sadness and patted his back with her hand.

"It's okay, I just miss you."

"Get out! Disgusting." Nangong Xuanyue pushed him away and walked back to the room.

"Hehe!" Qian Ling Yumo looked at her back and smiled, he clearly felt her body tremble slightly when he hugged her.

The little girl was duplicity.

Qian Ling Yumo felt much better, and desperately squeezed into Nangong Xuanyue's room door.

"Your room is next to you, Lord, you have gone the wrong way." Nangong Xuanyue locked the door and prevented him from entering the room.

"I can't help it. There are seven people in three rooms. My room has been given over to Hei Feng and Sa Ying." A certain figure flashed, and stood in the room, speaking plausibly.

"That's because Yan'er came to my room, so it's fine." Nangong Xuanyue twitched the corner of her mouth.

"The little girl has gone to the firewood room. Her room is now owned by Leng Chen and Zi Xie, so I have no choice but to come to your place for a night." Qian Ling Yumo said calmly, and gracefully faded away. Robe, revealing the snow-white underclothes, lay evilly on Nangong Xuanyue's bed, with a provocative posture, a charming face, and twinkling blue eyes...

Just like a seductive monster!

"Uh!" The corner of Nangong Xuanyue's mouth twitched, she quickly looked away, she had the urge to throw him down instantly, it's over!

"Hehe!" There was another burst of bewitching laughter.

Nangong Xuanyue gritted her teeth, slept on the bench opposite with her clothes on, and pretended to sleep with her eyes closed.

Sa Ying, who went out to receive the news, heard the conversation in the room, and fell to the ground with a "bang!", covering his face. The stern-faced man in the room is definitely not his master!
A quarter of an hour later, there was the sound of Nangong Xuanyue's even breathing.

Qianling Yumo had no choice but to open his eyes from his doze, and gently got out of bed and hugged Nangong Xuanyue to the bed, while he lay sideways on the edge of the bed, looking at her with blue eyes.

Maybe it was because the retreat was too hard, or maybe because she knew that Qianling Yumo was by her side, Nangong Xuanyue fell into a deep sleep.

When he woke up the next day, Qianling Yumo had already left with Hei Feng and Sa Ying.

Seeing that she had fallen asleep on the bed, Nangong Xuanyue bent her lips.

"Qianling Yumo left?"

"Yes, miss, I left just after dawn. Master Mo saw that you were sleeping soundly, so he ordered not to disturb you." Yun Shuiyan put a basin of clear water in front of Nangong Xuanyue.

"Oh." A certain master has always been so mysterious, coming and going without a trace, alas!
She shook her head and sighed.

Maybe she should leave too.

Going out to see the pattering autumn rain, Nangong Xuanyue looked at Zixie who was devouring her food. There was one more person, maybe she should charge more money.

"Yan'er, you and Zixie will stay at home for a while, I will take Leng Chen out to do some errands, and come back before dinner."

"Okay lady."

An hour later, Nangong Xuanyue appeared in the royal study room of the imperial palace with a light veil on her face. Beitang Zhuo Jing sat on the dragon chair and looked at her expectantly.

"Miss Nangong, did you pick the grass that survived death?" Beitang Zhuo Jing thought about this, and the heartache of losing the Excalibur immediately healed a lot.

(End of this chapter)