Tanluo frowned and looked at the boy above, and always felt that Linglong was a little different from before. What was the difference? She was drowsy and thought hard. 81 ZhongΔΔWen.com

In my impression, the delicate and delicate eyes seemed to be able to pinch out water, and the misty eyes seemed to shed tears at any time. More importantly, he liked to lie down, bite his red lips and make a shameful Shen Yin.

At this moment, she looked up at the young man who was galloping endlessly. Her half-closed amber eyes showed a hint of coldness. Realizing that something was wrong, she suddenly called out softly.

"Liuli——"

"Hmm?" The boy bent down with an intoxicated expression and buried her neck.

While Tanluo was stiff, the boy was stunned and suddenly looked up, his clear voice trembling with obvious trembling. He seemed to want to prove something, and his hands tightly clasped between Tanluo's fingers to make them more fit.

"Master, is it necessary to Linglong? What is Liuli inferior to him? Why should he be alienated from me?"

Tanluo immediately had nothing to say. It was clearly the boy's pretending to be cold and arrogant before, which made her feel that the other party was forced to serve her. Moreover, Liuli always had the attitude of a big brother towards her way of getting along with Linglong, which made her mistakenly think that the other party hated her very much.

She did not want to be alienated from Liuli. She really suffered a grievance after such a hat was put on.

"Is Liuli deliberately deceiving and pretending to be your brother because of this unreasonable guess?" She asked, now she was just pretending to be Linglong, and she didn't know how much they had hidden from her.

"I'm just afraid that the Lord will no longer need me if he has Linglong..." He said, with a dim and deep gaze under his long butterfly-like eyelashes. "Have the Lord forgotten the promise he made on the lake shore?"

The boy's injured eyes made Tan Luo feel sad. Perhaps she and Linglong had indeed been too close for a while and accidentally alienated Liuli. Since they were both divine servants who served themselves, uh, and male lovers, it is understandable that they were a little suspicious and disappointed. However, when they met Liuli in the market, what they said at that time was just a joke to appease the boy.

Could it be that Liuli took the joke seriously, so she felt resentful towards her?

Liuli said intimately: How could he take it seriously? This is just a strategy to win benefits for herself and force her to submit.

Tanluo glanced at the boy's little eyes full of anticipation, and finally realized that rice could be eaten randomly, and words should not be spoken randomly. He should solve the sins he planted by himself.

"Don't forget." As the head of the family and as a well-known figure, how could she personally admit that she is a nonsense and nonsense person?

"It's good to not forget." Liuli curled her lips and snuggled in her arms with satisfaction. "In the past, I just wanted to stand behind the Lord and wait silently. Since the Lord also had an intention to Liuli, I want to be the man of the Lord."

With this bond, he can stand beside her with justification...

After warming up, Liuli stood up and put on clothes for Tanluo, and took out the maid's bun. Before leaving the door, Liuli suddenly hugged Tanluo from behind.

They have been in the demon world for too long, and it is urgent to get the blood of the demon emperor as soon as possible. But if the master successfully returns to his position, with Chen Ge's cold-hearted and affectionate nature, she will definitely not be able to accept that the former divine servant has become a pillow, and she will not be able to accept that she has actually accepted so many husbands.

This is also why he rejected those men. As Chen Ge's divine servant, he must stop these impure motives and attempt to provoke the Lord's men. However, out of selfishness, he also believed that if the Lord had too many ties and they joined forces, there might be a glimmer of hope in the future.

It would be even better if the Lord could conceive a child...

Half an hour later, in Fengming Palace, Tan Luo immediately expanded his spiritual sense as soon as he stepped into the palace to find the whereabouts of the Demon King.

Now that the Hidden King has been severely damaged, the situation is over, and the number of guards in the palace has decreased a lot. She has gone along the way, and there are no suspicious people following her in secret.

The pavilion steps are magnificent, the birds are singing and the flowers are fragrant, and the backyard of the Fengming Palace is located halfway up the mountain. The flying buildings on both sides are empty, and the carved and embroidered sills are hidden between the trees in the valley. Looking down, you can see jade flowing through the green stream, stone slabs penetrate the clouds, white stones form railings, surrounding the ponds and swamps, stone bridges and three ports, and beasts are spitting on the face.

Go up the steps and pass through the white jade bridge. It is lush and lush. The peach blossoms on the shore are dipped in water. Three points of drunkenness go with the wind, and lovesickness comes to dreams with the pillow.

The man was wearing a lotus-green robe that was smudged ink, walking gracefully, the breeze blew across the cloud sleeves, and the cursive script of flying dragons and snakes leaped between the silk for the wefts and latitudes. He looked like an elegant literati and poet. Seeing this, Tanluo said intimately.

The man smiled at the beautiful rivers and mountains, with a turbulent lotus and jade porcelain cup in his hand, his eyebrows and eyes were three points hazy and drunk, and seven points of dashing. But when he saw him suddenly holding his pen and waving his wrist, his arms were relaxed and relaxed, and he used his pen to describe it on the rice paper in a scattered manner.

Tanluo only heard that drunken fist emphasizes the body and mind, and does not get drunk, but does not get drunk. Unexpectedly, when I see it today, there will be drunk paintings. This peach blossom man holds the pen with light and free writing, free and unrestrained colors, and uses form to express his spirit, and his aura is vivid. The hands holding the pen are white like jade, reflecting the green waves, and it is as transparent as it is.

The black color is as dark as ink, reflecting the color of black pearls in the sun, making the light side face look like the clear light of the crescent moon and the snow of flowers and trees. A few strands of silk slip on their shoulders, hanging down the table, winding on the painting.

The man seemed to accidentally lift up his black hair, his sleeves flew around, and his romantic style was revealed, revealing a long and beautiful outline covering the arc, which reminded people of a white cloud reflected in the calm lake, pure and flawless, hazy and beautiful.

Tanluo had no intention of enjoying the beautiful scenery of the beauty. The peach blossom man is now completely immersed in art and elegance. At this time, it is a great opportunity to knock down the Demon King in one fell swoop.

She tiptoed toward her, while the man was putting all his energy on painting, quietly sprinkled a handful of cage seeds under the other party's feet, and then used a magic trick to urge the vines to sprout quickly, trying to trap the demon king.

She asked for the seeds from the demon Lord Yan Bo. It is rare in the world and is strong enough to cut off the toughness of an ordinary sharp weapon. In addition, the trapped person will have a spiritual power stagnant for a moment. Even if it only takes three breaths, it is enough for her to fly to the demon emperor to stab the needle to get blood.

Seeing the vines crisscrossing the soles of the man's feet, whether he is going left, right, forward or backward, as long as he moves his steps, he will step on the vines. This kind of vine will quickly tangle the prey when encountering external forces. Tanluo smiled and said, "So many cubes trap the demon emperor, even if he is a phoenix spreading its wings, it will be difficult to fly."

Yue Wuhen had been painting for halfway, and he reached out and pinched the jade cup on the stone table. As soon as he lowered his head, he suddenly curled his lips and smiled, and took his steps.

Tanluo was muttering that the demon king should raise his legs quickly. No matter whether you are big, small, or lotus steps, just step on the vines and wait for you to be wrapped into rice dumplings.

Suddenly, the man's hand paused slightly, and his feet seemed to move. Just as she was overjoyed, pulled out the needle, lifted the breath, and was about to fly to attack, the peach blossom man jumped onto the table.

"This beautiful map of rivers and mountains is magnificent, but it only lacks a little spiritual energy. If a lotus comes out of the green mountains and green waters, the scenery suddenly appears, wouldn't it be even more wonderful." Yue Wuhen talked to himself, pouring the fine wine in the Qinglou Jade Cup into the air. "A light thunder fell into thousands of threads in one night, the clear light floated and the tiles were unkempt. The affectionate peony contains the tears of spring, and the weak rose lies on the morning branch, and the rain comes!"

As soon as the words fell, the thunder rolled in the sky, and in an instant the raindrops formed a line, pouring down from the sky like a waterfall in the Milky Way.

Tanluo was caught off guard and was instantly wet by the pouring rain, squatting in the bushes wet, while the great god who called the wind and rain was sitting leisurely in the pavilion, drinking wine and ink, so happy.

If one plan fails, another plan will be created. She used the trick to dry her clothes, then used the leaves to turn into a green paper umbrella, holding the seven thousand-year-old Buddha lotus brew she carefully prepared in her hand, and the divine position will be drunk after seven cups. In order to put down the Demon King, her tray presented a concentrated essence version, known as "heshini". In layman's terms, it is to drink you to death!

Yue Wuhen sat leisurely in the pavilion, and from a distance he saw the little maid walking down her eyebrows, white snow and white jade, bright pearls and red lips. The maid was holding a tray in her hand, and there was a wine cup on it, and the light golden liquid in the cup was slightly swaying.

As a meticulous work, this woman is really hard to control with her appearance.

He supported his chin with his hands, thinking that King Yin lost his beloved daughter and was dismissed from office, and would not cause trouble in the short term. Since this maid was not sent by him, could it be a detailed work of other hereditary families?

But as a meticulous work, she didn't go to the Donghuang Fenghua to explore the wind and ran to me to do something. Could it be that she, like the Hidden King, mistakenly thought that the Demon Emperor Palace was really the Regent, and marrying the Regent King would mean getting the entire demon world?

It's so naive and ridiculous.

But when the little maid walked into the pavilion respectfully, she was slightly blessed and said, "This is the jade liquid and silk of the divine world sent from the kitchen. I presented it to the king for the taste."

The little maid actually called him with this "respectful title" that was so earthy. Yue Wuhen held his forehead speechlessly and waved his hand to let her present it.

The wine is filled with fragrance and comes to the face. The wine is indeed a good wine, made of lotus with a strong spiritual energy. It is silky and mellow, and it presents a colorful color in the sun. No wonder it is called "loss silk". He has always tasted countless wines, but he has never seen such good wine. However, how could she offer wine so kindly?

The man's romantic and passionate pair of peach blossom eyes narrowed slightly, and he hooked his fingers at Tan Luo. When she got closer, he suddenly bent down and breathed in the girl's ears.

"How can I enjoy the best wine just? It's better for the little lady to feed me personally." Yue Wuhen said softly, his voice was dull and indescribable. At the end, he gently tapped her soft and fragrant lips with a bamboo bone fan, seducing her, "Use your mouth."

Tanluo raised her eyes in surprise and saw the man's face as bright as autumn moon, smiling charmingly. As his manner approached intimately, a faint fragrance drifted into his nose. Tanluo's eyes were dull and he suddenly lost his mind.

Yue Wuhen looked at the maid with satisfaction and picked up the wine and drank it without leaving a drop of the wine. The cherry lips moistened by the wine were bright and tender, as soft as the first blooming of peach blossoms, making people unable to help but want to put them in their mouths to taste the sweetness.

Tanluo raised his head slightly, and the wine he had just drunk in his mouth, and he slowly approached the man in front of him without a moment.
Chapter completed!