Wear it in my sister's cultivating texts and let loose

Chapter 132 The aura of our heroine

Yun Chu was still immersed in the state of being frightened by the bugs, and his whole body showed rejection: I just want to poison you to death now, let me accompany you to the banquet, heh, okay, you wait!

Qing Xie released the restraint on her body, Yun Chu suppressed his anger and rolled his eyes.

Then he got up with a smile on his face, changed into an elegant fairy dress, and fooled himself with a simple hairstyle.

After tidying up, he glanced at the impatient back of the fake demon king, the corner of his mouth twitched for a while, and deliberately jumped up to him, showed it around with a smile, tilted his head and asked, "Are you satisfied?"

Qing Xie gritted her teeth and slanted her, and snorted lightly, "You look the same in everything you wear, you're so ugly!"

"Thank you for the compliment!" Yun Chu touched his smooth and tender little face, he was very satisfied, and didn't care about the cynicism of the big fake.

Qing Xie gritted his teeth bitterly, grabbed her sleeves roughly, and dragged her out of the hall.

Yun Chu scolded his mother in his heart, and his feet were almost off the ground by him.It was only now that she finally realized how gentle the big demon king was...

The guy in front of him is a maniac, the kind who wants to do things anytime, anywhere.

As soon as he walked out of the dormitory, he saw a few respectful and orderly maids coming from a distance, Yun Chu suddenly thought of something, and fell backwards with force, trying to hold the false demon king, "Where is Mingyou?"

"Dead!" Feeling her lack of cooperation, Qing Xie immediately became angry and turned back to stare at her viciously.

Yun Chu frowned, his pupils shrank, and his eyes suddenly turned cold, "What did you say?"

Qing Xie was stunned for a moment, he didn't expect this female cultivator with low spiritual power to have such an aura, and was briefly shocked.

"Where's Mingyou?" Yun Chu asked again, and while he was in a daze, he broke his hand.

Qing Xie came back to his senses, angry and depressed at the same time, he...he was overwhelmed by such a little thing just now?
After a while, he replied angrily: "Let's go!"

Yun Chu frowned, and his voice was slightly cold, with an unprecedented seriousness and domineering, "When did you leave? She is the maid assigned to me by the emperor. If she is leaving, why didn't she bid farewell to me?"

Qing Xie said violently: "I saw her as an eyesore, so I drove her away! If you want a maid, there are a bunch of them, and I will give them all to you!"

"Mingyou is not just a maid!" Yun Chu raised his voice slightly, suppressing the resentment in his heart.

Qing Xie was very angry at her reaction, not knowing what she had done wrong again, he stared at her coldly, gritted his teeth and asked:

"What do you want? Do you think that I won't kill you, so you can be presumptuous in front of me!?"

Yun Chu looked away, lowered his eyes slightly, and didn't answer.

Mingyou is not only her maid, but also her only friend in this cold and gloomy Nether Palace.

The only one who could talk to her a few words and didn't take her as a prisoner.

"You're never finished!" Qing Xie was also on the verge of rage.

But seeing a bright tear streak across her side face, her breath was suddenly suffocated, and her tone softened for some reason, "She's not dead, she just left! She went to find Yuan Ji!"

Yun Chu raised his sleeves to wipe away his tears, his voice was slightly hoarse, "Let's go!"

Seeing her stepping forward first, Qing Xie stood still for a moment.

He...he...he, was led away by this ugly girl again?

Qing Xie felt that all these years had been in vain, and it was fine for Yuan Ji to bully him, but now even an ugly girl with a low cultivation level bullied him, this day will be impossible!

　Because I want to PK, I wish that the author who can sing a song and ask for tickets directly, rotates various poses, various cheeks, and various requests for tickets...

　　Remember to check in, cuties, so much more in one breath, the author is almost bald.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)