One Hundred Thousand Reasons For Krypton Gold

  Chapter 1515 The Devil’s Little Wife (2)

  Little raccoon walks very fast, completely unforgiving her poor little who has been kept in the dungeon for many days.

   "Miss Feng, you hurry up." Xiaoli frowned and urged.

  Lingqiong seemed to be unable to walk, and said lazily: "I have no strength. Would you like to find a sedan chair to lift me?"

  The pupils of the little raccoon shook.

   Never thought she would make such a bold request.

  Is this irritated in the cell?

  Little raccoon stern: "Everyone in the magic palace has something to do. There is no time to do this. Please go faster by yourself."

  Lingqiong's focus is biased: "The magic palace is full of demons, where are the people from?"

  "..." Is it necessary to pick out such words?

  The little raccoon urged, "Miss Feng, please go faster."

  "I said I can’t walk, what did you give me in the dungeon? I have no strength. I asked you to find a sedan chair to lift me, but you are not happy. What is the use of you now..."

  Lingqiong still swayed forward slowly, without any intention of speeding up.

  Little raccoon: "..."

  I think your time in the dungeon is too short!

   "What did you say you urged? Your mission is not to look at me, I didn't run and didn't make trouble." Ling Qiong was eager to think.

  Little raccoon furrowed his brows deeper and deeper.

  This Feng Qingwu...not quite right.

  Where was so much talk before?

  Under the magical induction of Xiao Li, the aura has not changed...It is the Feng Qingwu she is familiar with.

what happened?

   Really stimulated in the dungeon?

   "Miss Feng, can you be quiet?"

   "I won't let you speak?" Ling Qiong clutched her chest, frightened excessively: "You are too domineering!!"

  Little raccoon: "..."

  Little raccoon felt that he had to report the incident to the leader of Yan.

  Lingqiong's behavior is too weird, Xiao Tan no longer urges her, silently observes her.

  But Lingqiong didn't speak anymore, just randomly surveying the surrounding buildings.

  The overall tone of the magic palace is mainly black, with red auxiliary, giving people a sense of dull oppression.

  They were in a corridor at this time. From the corridor, it was a huge square with red flags flying around, and some totems were painted on the black ground.

  The square is facing a magnificent hall, the whole body is black, just like a huge evil beast standing there, the demonic energy and the sense of oppression coming on it make people uncomfortable.

  There are Mozu handles outside the hall, three steps and one post, stern and solemn.

  ——Shaoguang Hall.

  This is where the devil handles official duties.

  嘭——

  The sudden sound made Lingqiong jump slightly.

  A person flew out of the gate of Shaoguang Hall, passing through the air in a parabola, and finally hitting the steps, rolling onto the square without any movement.

  The man was covered in blood, and he didn't know whether it was alive or dead.

  Lingqiong knew him, the screaming human race in the cell next door.

   Actually received the box lunch so soon?

  Human race is not good!

   Yan Yao came out of the hall, bent down to pick up the quiet person, and looked up and saw the little girl standing in the corridor.

  She was wearing that dirty light green dress, she looked energetic, and she looked at this side intently. She did not see any fear or worry, but a calm...

  A weird ray swept across Yanyao's heart, dragging the person to Lingqiong's side.

   "Lord Yan, don't you come here." Lingqiong stepped back two steps: "It smells strange."

  There was an unpleasant smell on the person, which Lingqiong disliked extremely.

   Yan Yao: "..."

   Yanyao choked, and pointed to the bloodless person who said, “Miss Feng has no thoughts when she sees her tribe’s tragic death?”

   "What do you think?" Ling Qiong shook her head quickly: "I don't have one, I'm just a beautiful mascot."

  "..." Didn't you say this to her before? Why did she say it to herself? "It is good for Miss Feng to have self-knowledge. Here, you can live a long life by keeping yourself safe."

   "I think you make sense." Lingqiong nodded, and smiled obediently after speaking.

   Yan Yao: "..."

  When I said these things to her before, she would just lower her head and say nothing.

what is it today?

  "The geese commander..." The little raccoon came forward with ears and complained to Yan Yao.

   Yanyao looked at Lingqiong's eyes even more icy, what is she thinking of?

   "What did the Yan leader look at me doing?" Ling Qiong smiled, "Where is the problem with me?"

   "In a few days, Miss Feng has changed a lot."

   "Hey, people, they all grow up." Lingqiong sighed with an old-fashioned sigh with her little hand on her back, "One day is a day, who knows when..."

  She looked at the person in Yan Yao's hand, and the metaphor was obvious.

  Who knows when it will be... gone!

   Yan Yao looked at her silently.

  The little girl tilted her head, her lips curled up with a smile, and she met her gaze.

  At this moment, Yan Yao suddenly stretched out her hand, bringing her index finger and **** together, pressing against Lingqiong’s eyebrows.

  The majestic magic power flooded Lingqiong.

  The original major was spiritual power, and the magic power rushed into the body like a knife in the ice and snow, scraping every inch of her blood and meridians.

  But the pain comes quickly and goes quickly.

  She hasn't reacted yet, and the magic has completely withdrawn.

  The instigator snorted: "It seems that Miss Feng has really grown up."

   Lingqiong twisted and felt painful fingertips, the curvature of the corners of her lips stretched slightly, she glanced at Yan Yao without making a sound.

  The black eyes of the little girl are like black gems deposited in the depths of the seabed, with shallow ripples, but hidden endless danger.

   Yan Yao was a little uncomfortable being stared at.

  But when she looked again, the little girl looked at her obediently, as if she had just given her an illusion.

   Yan Yao settled down, "Send Miss Feng back."

  Xiao Tan: "Yes. Miss Feng, please."

  Lingqiong shrugged and followed Xiao Tan to leave.

  Just two steps, Yu Guang caught a glimpse of a black figure standing on the side of the hall.

  Of course, the point is the big golden letters on the head of the black figure.

  Baby...

  Lingqiong hadn't seen clearly yet, the figure had disappeared behind the door, and the golden light gradually disappeared.

  ……

  ……

   Yan Yao disposed of the corpse and returned to Shaoguang Hall.

  The light in the hall is very dark, with faint candles lit all around, and the red veil is gently shaken by the airflow.

  Behind the layers of light gauze, the pure black chair was placed on the steps, the book case was in a mess, the wine glass was poured on the edge of the table, and the wine dripped dripping, casting a small shadow on the ground.

  The man was half leaning on the chair, his long legs bent at will, his outer garment half-opened, revealing his shirt, which was an indulgent and romantic gesture.

   Yan Yao passed through the layers of red yarn, stopped after the last layer of red yarn, and bowed to salute: "Wang."

"died?"

   "Dead." Yan Yao clasped her fists and knelt down on one knee: "I didn't ask who sent him here. The subordinates neglected their duties. Please be punished by the king."

  The man in the red yarn raised his hand, "Go down."

   Yanyao answered, got up and quit.

   "That Feng Qingwu." The man's voice came up again, Yan Yao stopped, bowed her head and listened, "How many years have you been in the magic palace?"

   "It's been six years since I returned to the king."

   "Six years..."

  (End of this chapter)