Demon Realm, Juntian City, Demon Emperor Palace Feilong Palace.

A mouthful of white energy, like a training, spurted out from the small red mouth. The eldest princess of the Qitian Demon Kingdom, Long Baishuang, had stars in her eyes that were emitting cold light.

Looking down at the Sanctuary Crystal in his hand, thinking about the little bun fairy with the number 90000000, a smile appeared on the corner of her mouth.

The dragon tail with silver-white scales behind him shook gently, and Long Baishuang's eyes became much brighter.

"Interestingly, this cultivator with a strong understanding is not sure whether it is a demon, a human or a demon? ... Such a powerful comprehension. If he grows up, he will definitely be an amazing existence in the future.

With the many tricks of our palace's "Tianlong Sword Sea" we can remain undefeated... I checked before the soul returned. This was the first time this man fought. He was probably just entering the Holy Realm Demon Altar. He could meet this man? It was also a fate. I just don't know if he would have a chance to meet again in the future?"

Long Baishuang hooked her little fingers against her hair on her temples, and a smile appeared on her face.

"The snowflakes fell and plum blossoms scattered on the branches that year, and there was so much sorrow next to the Huaqing Pond that year.

Don’t say who is wrong or right, I just want to get drunk with you in my dream...

Love and hate are just in a moment, raising your glass to the moon and affectionately like the sky..., dreaming of love back to the Tang Dynasty..."

In the Feilong Palace, the ethereal and beautiful singing of the eldest princess echoed, and in the empty palace, there were echoing sounds.

After singing the songs over and over again, I was particularly interested in the stories mentioned by Xiao Baozi.

"It's a pity that time has come, and I have to come out. I wonder, what kind of lingering and sad story is this?"

The Feilong Palace was quiet, and Long Baishuang kept hiding in the stage of one pair of ten thousand and one pair of one pair of ten thousand. Today, she had a whim and chose one-on-one one at a time, and took action at will, tortured thousands of monks. Finally, she met Xiaocheng and heard this wonderful song. I wonder if it was considered a bad fate?

If Long Baishuang knew, that the person was the bait he set up that day, would he be surprised?

The little bait was talking wildly, and wanted to treat her as a mount and whip it with a whip if you have nothing to do.

Long Baishuang did not forget this. The purpose of attacking the Chaotian Organization is, and the purpose of killing the wild and infinite battle body in the cradle is also the purpose.

Somehow, the Luantian Organization broke the barrier and spread the people away. This was beyond Long Baishuang's accident. Although Xiaocheng was a big waste with all nine veins, she still did not dare to take it lightly.

There are legends about the Invincible Battle Body. Although Long Baishuang disdains, she still attaches great importance to it in her heart.

Ghost knows that in the legend, the most powerful human race, who has reached the peak of cultivation and has great power, will the wild and infinite battle body rise again in this era of Wuyangfa? If that is the case, it will definitely be the enemy of the Demon Realm and the Demon Realm.

Sometimes Long Baishuang regrets that he didn't kill Xiaocheng first.

In this world, there are countless human races with this name. Where can I find a way to find this person? I can only find a way to determine the trace of this person. If it is transmitted to the Imperial Island, it will be even more troublesome. The power of the demon race does not have an overwhelming advantage in the Imperial Island.

I hope that the current cultivation environment will not create an invincible battle body.

To relieve the depression in his heart, Long Baishuang summoned two beautiful palace maids with the big tail of the fox clan.

The dress with a dragon pattern was familiar to the palace maid and she wore it on Long Baishuang's graceful jade body. She put on a golden silk crown, and Long Baishuang slowly walked out of the Feilong Palace.

As soon as she left this hall, the happiness on her face was like the autumn wind sweeping away the fallen leaves, disappearing.

The eunuch Yingluo, who was hunching, hurriedly walked up and stretched out his hand like a slave to hold Long Baishuang's jade arm.

This is the rule. Of course, Long Baishuang is not weak, but the airs that should be put on must not be missed.

"The old slave interrogated again. Hua Lan, the leader of the third rank of Luantian, had a great defensive formation that could not be broken or read the memory. She would rather die than surrender than to eat the soft and hard, but would not explain where to pass Xiaocheng. The old slave was incompetent, so please punish His Highness the Princess."

While Xiaoyi supported Long Baishuang and walked towards the palace where the Demon Emperor was, Ying Luo reported the matter to her and found sweat on his forehead.

On that day, the three priests of Luantian organized the robbery to save Xiao Cheng. The Martial Saint of the Ming Monument and another male Martial Saint died on the spot, leaving only the Female Martial Saint Hualan, who were captured alive.

During this period, Hua Lan was sealed with all her strength and was imprisoned in the heavily guarded Heavenly Prison in the Demon Emperor Palace.

Ying Luo’s main task was to make this woman open her mouth, because Hua Lan could not commit suicide because of the seal.

But what made Yingluo extremely helpless was that no matter how torture and confession was forced, Hualan would not surrender. The great monk in the holy realm was not omnipotent. After the seal, his body was as fragile as an ordinary person, and severe pain was inevitable. But Hualan's stubbornness shocked Yingluo, and he could only report truthfully and obey the verdict of the eldest princess.

After all, the Emperor's Office of the Qitian Demon Kingdom, which is spread all over the world, is Long Baishuang who really gives orders.

You cannot insult the great monks of the Holy Realm. For example, you must not let the male demon king "bully" Hualan. This is the most important rule in the world of cultivation. After all, who can guarantee that you will not lose your life? This is the collective wish of women and powerful people. Those who dare to violate it must be prepared to bear the anger of women all over the world. Therefore, dirty means of forcing confessions cannot be used.

Ying Luo is indeed exhausted.

Long Baishuang suddenly stood up and stared at Ying Luo with sharp phoenix eyes.

Ying Luo's legs became weak and he knelt down. He said, "Slave deserves to die, but it's not good to do things" and knocked the stone slabs apart.

The eunuchs and palace maids around them all looked at their hearts with their noses and mouths, pretending that they could not see or hear anything.

In the world, Long Baishuang, the highest leader of the Emperor Xingsi, is a famous strong man, and he is the most respected elder sister of the Demon Emperor. He has great power and values ​​the most for rules.

When the palace people make mistakes or do things in a bad way, the punishment will be extremely strong. All these things have created the name of Long Baishuang's iron blood and ruthlessness, and Ying Luo's trembling can understand it.

After Ying Luo kowtowed eighteen times, Long Baishuang's face turned back to normal and she hummed softly.

This sound was like a fairy sound, and Ronaldo stopped immediately and put his heart back on his stomach. He knew that the eldest princess was compassionate and should be fine today. It seems that the eldest princess is in a good mood. She would never let go so gently in the past. What's wrong with it today?

He really didn't know that because the eldest princess met the little bun fairy, she felt much more comfortable than ever before.

"Forget it, this matter is not your fault. Let me bring someone up and put it next to me as a palace maid. I still don't believe it anymore. After a long time, can't she surrender?"

"Yes, I'll do it now."

Half an hour later, a beautiful woman with a magical palace maid dress with a look of indifference and her skills were sealed, was taken to Long Baishuang.

"Hualan, from today on, you will be my personal female official. If you do well, I will be happy. Maybe I will give you freedom. Are you willing?"

Hualan stalks her neck without making a sound, pretending to be mute.

Long Baishuang smiled and reached out to raise the beauty's chin. She looked at this stubborn face, slowly stroked it, then ignored it and walked forward.

Hualan's eyes flashed with hatred, and she followed Yingluo and Long Baishuang like wood.

The palace is deep, let’s see who will surrender?
Chapter completed!