Tomb Raider Queen: Your Majesty, gently flirt

Chapter 540 Black Market
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Like Meng Qingge, she never knew where her roots were.

Knowing about Wuma's existence, he doesn't have any sense of belonging. Even though he grew up in Fengqiu, he doesn't have any sense of familiarity.

The woman in the dream called her name repeatedly, mother?

Actually... In her heart, she didn't have that much desire for family affection.

love……

Meng Qingge smiled wryly. She had felt her sweetness before, and it was precisely because it was so sweet that when she fell into the abyss, her body would be crushed to pieces.

Chu Ye, Chu Ye...

I really hope that everything is fake, I really hope that you lied to me...

From the moment she came into this world, what she accepted was other people's lives and made others' lives her own.

Now, what qualifications does she have to ask for these extravagantly?

There is no difference between her and Qi Er.

Take someone else's and make her your own.

In the dark room, everything around was wet. Meng Qingge was lying on the ground, and she didn't know how long she was lying there.

Numb, no pain in hands and feet.

These days, what supported her to live and continue to breathe in her mind were the beautiful memories in her mind, and the little things with Chu Ye.

But every time, he woke up with a start in his icy eyes, sweating all over, trying to get up, but unable to move.

tick...

tick...

The sound of water droplets falling on the ground carried a strong fishy smell.

Something is licking his face, a wet tongue, a strong fishy smell.

Meng Qingge was very tired, so tired that he didn't even want to open his eyes.

she knows what it is...

The lion came again, the lion that was kept in this huge iron cage with her.

The golden worm crawled out of Meng Qingge's arms, which was extremely dazzling in the darkness.

It was that Gu worm.

The moment the Gu worm crawled out, the lion retreated subconsciously...

It's ridiculous to say that a lion is afraid of the golden silkworm Gu...

But Meng Qingge knew that this was true.

This Golden Silkworm Gu is the supreme Gu, from the tens of thousands of Gu insects, killing, biting, and surviving to the end, the aura on its body is naturally no less than that of the king of all beasts, besides, it is highly poisonous.

Animals are most sensitive to danger...

It was Yu Gou again, saving himself time and time again.

Meng Qingge smiled wryly.

At this moment, the sound of iron locks colliding suddenly came. Meng Qingge's ears moved, but he still didn't move his body, just lying on his stomach...

Anyway, it's not for me.

Just thinking about it, suddenly the cage she was in was opened!

The lion instinctively wants to rush out.

Snapped!
There was a loud sound of a whip hitting Flesh's body.

"Roar!"

"Bastard, go back!"

The visitor roared viciously.

The lion was whipped, immediately eunuched, whined a few times, ran to the corner, and lay down.

Snapped!
This time, the whip hit Meng Qingge's body, and as soon as the whip went down, his skin was torn apart.

"Get up, pretend to be dead! Damn, you're the only one who's ugly and useless, with your tendons and hamstrings broken, how can you do business? Today in the Colosseum, there's just a lack of bait, and you're the only one! Grass."

The man kicked Meng Qingge in disgust.

In the end, he disliked her as if she was dirty, and whipped her again.

Meng Qingge gritted his teeth, raised his head abruptly, and looked at the skinny young man in front of him with cold eyes.

If eyes could kill, the person in front of him would have been hacked to pieces!
"Fuck, scare me, what are you looking at, and see that I gouged your eyes."

As he said that, the whip in the man's hand slapped towards Meng Qingge's face. Meng Qingge couldn't dodge it in time, and the whip marks went straight across her face.

Fortunately, she closed her eyes for a while, otherwise her left eye would probably go blind directly.

　There will be two explosive updates this month... I feel that these few photos are not quite in line with my ideals. It may be that the previous preparations are not well prepared. I feel that the writing is not passionate, and I can't write what I want. Something is missing... …

　　
　
(End of this chapter)