Poison Doctor Supreme: Ghost Emperor's favorite concubine

Chapter 644 Wisteria Palace

Gong Qingying can only think this way in order to make sense of what Ling did in her previous and present lives!
He must be an old friend of her previous life, so he desperately ran to the supernatural world to find her, and then used her previous life's saber to lead her back to this continent.

When Gong Qingying thought of this, she thought of the scene she saw in Hunmeng Mountain City.

Since Nian Xinhun was his previous lover, he must know Ling.

As long as you find Nian Xinhun, you can find Ling!
When the time comes, you will know Ling's true identity just by asking!

Gong Qingying withdrew her hand, and took out a blue feather from the white brocade box next to the Di Sha Sword. It was a feather torn from Nian Xinhun's mount, Bing'er.

Gong Qingying urged Zijin spiritual power to refine it into a wisp of blue gas, and condensed another shadow spirit from the palm of his hand to inhale the blue gas and transform it into a black shadow pigeon.

The black shadow pigeon floated through the white mist towards the exit of the portable space.

Gong Qingying turned to look at the Di Sha Sword, and thought that she and Ling had discovered it together, so she was very happy, reached out to pick it up, and went back to the room to lie on the wooden bed.

She fell asleep with the Disha sword in her arms, gently caressing the black scabbard with her ten fingers, hoping to see Ling whom she hadn't seen for a long time in her dream.

Never thought, but the dream is another scene.

Gong Qingying seemed to have returned to the boundless sea of ​​flowers, and she walked towards the depths of the sea of ​​flowers step by step with the evil sword in her hand.

It's different from before.

In the depths of the sea of ​​flowers, Gong Qingying saw a wisteria tree in full bloom with purple wisteria flowers, and the long wisterias were hanging down on the ground, layer upon layer, which was too beautiful to behold.

The wisteria tree is very strong, even ten times thicker than the wisteria jelly.

On the central branch of the wisteria tree, a purple palace was built.

Gong Qingying curiously walked along the rattan ladder built by the wisteria, and saw the three big characters "Wisteria Palace" written in thick gold powder on the door plaque of the purple palace.

She pushed open the purple palace door with both hands, and looked at the mysterious deep purple inside the palace.

Layers of purple veils hung from the beams of the house, and the veils fluttered gently with the wind.

Gong Qingying frowned slightly, and wanted to stop to observe the situation in the hall, but there was a mysterious force at the bottom of her feet that pulled her forward.

She suddenly remembered the gravitational force when she fell into Xuanhu, and walked forward as she wanted.

Passing through layers of thin purple veils, Gong Qingying walked to the end of the veils, and suddenly saw a jade bed as white as snow and a tall and burly purple figure.

Yu Jingkong stood with his hands behind his back, motionless looking up at the wisteria flowers hanging outside the window.

He was wearing a purple feather goblet, and two clusters of purple feathers swayed from side to side on his ink-splashed black hair.

Gong Qingying never expected to see him in her dream, so she turned around and wanted to leave.

Yu Jingkong immediately turned his head when he heard the movement, and said softly, "Ying'er, you're here!"

"." Gong Qingying was spotted by him and ran away.

Who knew that just as he took a step, he bumped into his burly and strong chest?
Gong Qingying's white forehead suddenly turned red, and when she raised her eyes, she was stunned by that familiar but unfamiliar handsome face.

That face seemed to be quite different from the faces of Yu Jingkong and Venerable Yuyi. It was infinitely more handsome than those two faces, and more importantly, he had two golden wings on his forehead.

And those golden pupils are like a vast universe, deep and vast, making people trapped in it and unable to extricate themselves.

Yu Jingkong smiled like a spring breeze, and his bony right hand held her wrist tightly, with neither light nor heavy strength, but she couldn't escape.

Magnetic tone, affectionate style: "We haven't seen each other for a long time, don't you miss me?"

(End of this chapter)