The devil's favorite upper body: the playful little poisonous concubine

Chapter 132
Yunxia wanted to refute, but she remembered that Xie Wanrong and the little poison king Luoxun were called brothers and sisters when they were in Yunyin Villa, and she was speechless.

If Qi Jinghuan can be rescued, she can bear with her for a while, and nodded to Xie Wanrong's meaning.

"Ouch-"

A soft roar suddenly sounded in the fighting cage, and Xie Wanrong remembered the existence of the fire lion.

Just look at it crawling on the ground with its front hooves, looking at her cautiously with fiery red eyes.

Time was running short, Xie Wanrong didn't have time to study what it wanted to do, but Qing Ling hovered over it.

Hong Ling in the spirit ring also spoke at the right time.

"Rongrong, this fire lion hasn't made a contract with its owner yet. It seems that it wants to make a contract with you and recognize you as its owner."

contract?

Tier [-] fire lion?

Just now he was fierce, but now he is about to admit his master, Xie Wanrong frowned slightly, "What do you mean?"

"Although I don't want to have another spiritual pet to compete with me, no one can ask for Bailai's sixth-level fire lion, and I like its spiritual power."

So in fact, the last sentence is what Hong Ling wants to express.

She suddenly looked at Qi Jinghuan on Heiyu's back, her almond eyes shone slightly, she looked at Huoshi, and said, "Huoshi, if you finish this matter, I will make a contract with you, Heiyu, let the prince go!" On the back of a fire lion."

"Aww—" Fire Lion crawled forward on all fours, and finally lay down in front of Heiyu.

What is this strange thing?

I have never seen other people struggling to conquer Warcraft and make a contract with them.

I have never seen a sixth-order monster begging for a contract with someone.

But the sixth-level fire lion would indeed save them a lot of time, so Hei Yu didn't care what was going on, but placed Qi Jinghuan on the generous back of the fire lion with extra care.

Xie Wanrong jumped up and also got on Huoshi's generous back, supporting Qi Jinghuan's heavy body.

Seeing this, Hei Yu frowned slightly, the corners of his lips moved, and his tone was still unfriendly: "If this delays the prince's condition! I, Hei Yu, will not let you go first!"

Xie Wanrong let out a snort, and patted the thick hair of the fire lion lightly: "Fire lion, southeast, Medicine King Valley!"

As soon as the words fell, the fire lion sprinted towards the direction Xie Wanrong said.

"Hey!" Heiyu's pupils tightened, and he could only see a fiery red shadow. He secretly gritted his teeth, and chased after him with a flick of his sleeves.

The scorching sun pushed through the thick fog and gradually revealed half of the head, and the sky returned to a clear sky.

In May, the warm wind is blowing, and hundreds of flowers are vying to be the first to bloom. Before entering the lost forest of the Valley of the Medicine King, the fragrance of the flowers blowing by the wind is already very strong.

This place is not far from Yaowang Valley, and there are fire lion mounts, but within half an hour, they have already arrived at the entrance of the Milin.

Xie Wanrong looked at Qi Jinghuan with a bit of inquiry in his eyes.

After he fell asleep, his complexion was as white as jade, his thick eyelashes curled up, and his cold face that made people fear and tremble was now haggard and hard to hide.

Looking closely, there was a dense layer of sweat between the corners of his forehead, and his brows were slightly tightened.

Xie Wanrong subconsciously stretched out her hand to smooth his brows. This man is ruthless, ruthless, and cruel, but he can do this for her. Xie Wanrong laughed at himself, she has nothing to complain about.

Just at the right time, in the Ninth District where the barrier has been broken, a young man dressed in royal blue and dark purple cloud patterns hurriedly walked in, looking at the empty Ninth District, the blood stains on the ground, and the charming peach blossom eyes. Squinting, the cold bow in his hand gradually clenched.

A few traces of annoyance flashed across his handsome and extraordinary face, and he was one step too late!
(End of this chapter)