The waste bird throws down the gods

Chapter 407
A feeling of sadness arises spontaneously.

The rabbit died and the fox was sad.

Qingming has never understood the patriarch's responsibility for a moment like now.

Back then, his father abandoned himself on Mount Buzhou only for the sake of his tribe.

At this moment, looking at these injured or dead clansmen, Qing Ming's heart was pierced like a knife.

"Don't get angry, I have some questions I want to ask you." Zhang Yu sat on Feng Huang's lower head and looked extremely respectful.But still with a smile on his face.

"I heard that Qingming Shangxian and Qingning Shangxian are very close, so I want to ask you. Where is Qingming Shangxian now?"

When talking about this, suddenly a man wearing a black robe appeared from a distance, with red hair and red eyes, very coquettish.He lay lazily on a couch, which was carried by four stunning beauties.

The man with black wide sleeves, his long hair hangs down directly, hanging down like a waterfall in the air. His face seems to be born with a kind of temptation, but the black robe is half worn and half is draped, The look is lazy and elegant.

Shangxian Qingning never expected to see him again.

That's right, Qingming and Tianlu at this time are just spies who came to inquire about the situation.

The rest are like limes, and Bi Luo is lurking in those hidden spaces flowing and transforming into a palace lady, observing the current movement.

She silently observed the expression on his face at this moment, chasing after tens of thousands of years, this man was no different from the one she first met.

That person was so coquettish to the extreme, a man, like a demon, with a suffocating sexiness on his white collarbone exposed on his chest.

"Why did His Majesty come here today?"

Zhang Yu said very respectfully.

"Just now I was asking Qingming Shangxian if he had seen the long-lost Qingning Shangxian. After all, Qingning Shangxian is His Majesty's old man?"

A sound like a knife cut Qing Ning's heart, Qing Ning looked at his eyes, and now the crimson color lingered, like a raging fire, but the dark aura around her was full of the seductive color of poppy.

She watched him quietly, a little dazed.

Until those thin lips spit out a faint word.

"Huh? Old people? Why do I need old people? I don't remember."

"Oh? Your Majesty really has no impression of Shangxian Qingning?" Zhang Yu didn't seem to believe it, and even laughed and asked back with a few traces of inaudible.

The man suddenly sat up halfway, the open neckline of the red clothes was a little wider, he ordered the man to put down the couch, and only casually glanced at the maids beside him, then threw a red silk thread directly towards the blue Qing Ning came, and Qing Ning was in a trance, afraid that she would be discovered, but thought that this was a special mask made by the ancient god, and no one could recognize it, so she had to pretend to be very flustered and was dragged to the couch superior.

"Is she a beauty? Are you as beautiful as these fairies?"

Caught off guard, his eyes met.

She looked at Junhua, if Qing Ning had to find a word to describe Junhua.

Then the man she saw could only be considered good-looking compared to him, but he was gorgeous and flamboyant to the extreme. He used to like to wear red clothes, but now he was only wearing black robes, but he still had such a coquettish attitude.

I was used to seeing his disheveled clothes before, but I didn't know that he actually had a taste of abstinence.

He hugged her into his arms, he held her lips frivolously, and then kissed wantonly.

She felt humiliated, but she also took it for granted that he had forgotten his lover Qing Ning, so even if it wasn't her at this time, he could still do whatever he wanted.

(End of this chapter)