Queen is reborn

Chapter 540 The Flying Cow [5]

【The Man in Purple 1】

Luo Qingyue retracted the silver thread and breathed a sigh of relief.

She is now physically weak, has no spiritual skills, and can't use the silver thread at all. It was just a cover just now.

"Not really stupid!" Yun Huanchen walked out of the mist, pulled Luo Qingyue up, and said flatly.

Luo Qingyue pursed her lips and remained silent, her expression cold.

"The guardian beast that guarded the millennium snow lotus has disappeared, just wait, I'll get it for you."

After saying that, Yun Huanchen climbed down the cliff again.

Just as he was about to reach out to pick the thousand-year-old snow lotus, a violent aura suddenly came in front of him, forcing Yun Huanchen to be unable to take a step forward.

Luo Qingyue raised her eyebrows slightly, and there are guardian beasts?

A purple afterimage flashed across the air, but a figure appeared in front of Luo Qingyue immediately.

The purple clothes are flying, and the momentum is domineering!
Yun Huanchen turned over, but saw a strange man standing leisurely.

Thousands of black threads poured down from his shoulders like splashing ink, and a mask as thin as a cicada's wings covered the man's face, revealing a perfect jaw and a pair of purple pupils that could dazzle the world.

The shimmering eyes are like a pool of autumn water, filling the scene, like a seductive abyss, if you are not careful, you will be sucked into it, and there will be no redemption!
At this moment, he was standing with one hand behind his back, and the other hand was holding the thousand-year-old snow lotus just now.

He lowered his eyes and looked at the thousand-year-old snow lotus in his hand. His eyes were focused, and he didn't know what he was thinking.

A trace of shock flashed across Luo Qingyue's eyes, it was him!

The man she had just crossed over and was lying in the ice coffin of the cave.

But, isn't his hair white, why is it black now?

Except for the mask on the face and the same body shape, everything else is different.

Is it him?

The one who almost killed her?
"What do you mean, Your Excellency?" Yun Huanchen said coldly.

He wiped out the yellow jelly worm, and the man who appeared inexplicably in front of him actually took away the thousand-year-old snow lotus with ease. Does this mean that he made a wedding dress for someone else?
The man in purple slowly raised his eyes, hidden in the cold mask was a pair of eyes that could shock the world, his eyes sparkled, he looked at Yun Huanchen in front of him, without saying a word.

With a light look, he suddenly looked at Luo Qingyue who had just stood up, his eyes flickered, but he still didn't say a word.

is her? !
"Your Excellency, please return the Millennium Snow Lotus to us." Yun Huanchen was upset.

"Return?" A faint word, like a jade stone falling to the ground, cool and refreshing.

"Your Excellency took our things, shouldn't you return them?" Yun Huanchen said softly, with a bad tone.

"This deity has never known what repayment is!"

The cruel words flew up, which surprised Yun Huanchen.

Deity?What an arrogant title!

"What exactly do you mean?"

"What does this deity mean, are you qualified to ask?" The purple-clothed man slightly parted his thin lips, and glanced at Yun Huanchen lightly.

Just a light glance made Yun Huanchen feel that the surrounding pressure was extremely heavy!

This person.. exactly..What strength?
"Master, have you found the thousand-year-old snow lotus?"

A sudden childish sound sounded, and a fluffy ball suddenly protruded from the arms of the man in purple.

The ball is only the size of a fist, with snow-white fur, two bunny-like ears growing on the ball, short legs that are thin and matchstick-like, and big blue eyes flickering. It is the real version of the big head son.

When Luo Qingyue saw that little thing, she was shocked——

"Rosie, can you take a look at the quality of this grass?" The man in purple said lightly.

Luo Qingyue, who was originally burnt, was instantly disturbed by the wind——

Grass?this grass?
Yun Huanchen's face was also a little dark, the man in front of him actually called the fifth-level spiritual product as grass?

Is he ignorant or is he too arrogant?
"No! This grass is too rubbish!" Little Fuqiu spoke.

The innocent voice is like a delicate child.

Following the words from the little hair ball, the man in purple immediately lost interest in the 'grass' in his hand, and purple light spots appeared from his fingertips, as if he wanted to melt the thousand-year-old snow lotus in front of him.

(End of this chapter)