Fast Traveling Cannon Fodder: Blackened Male God's Favorite

Chapter 62

Hearing this, An Ning smiled softly, "You don't have to compare with Bai Ling, you don't have to thank God, and you don't have to thank me too much, you are you, as I said, ah—"

Before she finished speaking, the toxin hit her heart, An Ning was in a trance for a while, her hands lost strength, she couldn't bear the weight of the two at all, and she even slid towards the edge of the cliff with her whole body, and soon half of her body fell, and she only used her feet to support her body. There was a lot of friction, barely holding on, and even the sweat on his forehead carried a quiet orchid fragrance.

Damn Pearl of the Sea!Gods be damned!Damn the system!

[Warning host, watch your words!Never insult the exalted gods, and, um, the system! 】

An Ning cursed secretly, and when she raised her eyes, she just bumped into the blue eyes of the young man, smiling, gentle, miserable, complex eyes mixed with disappointment and despair.

She opened her lips and continued, "Unique, hard to find in the world."

The girl's tone was surprisingly serious, her eyes were clear and clear, and she was so beautiful to the heart.

The mask slipped off inadvertently, revealing the eyebrows that looked like splashing ink, the delicate facial features, and the snow-like face of gelatin, all of which were beautiful, and the ugly scars at the end of the eyes were also exceptionally beautiful... The young man was so humble. His lips raised slightly, "The same goes for Your Highness."

Ma Dan!The mask of shame is gone!I want to be a disaster beauty!
An Ning turned her head, trying to block it with her hair.

As the breeze blew by, a young man's provocative voice came from his ears, "I will have no regrets if I can see His Highness's true face."

An Ning felt bad, and looked at him, "What do you want to do?"

"Your Highness, please give up being a slave..." The young man's beautiful eyes curled up and he said softly.

"No, I can save you!" An Ning said, "This palace is the fifth emperor's daughter, and there is no joke at all. You should believe me—"

"Your Highness, I trust you, and I also ask Your Highness to help you."

The young man pursed his lips, raised a slight arc, and the young man's blue eyes shone with dazzling light. He cut off the vines that entangled him with a small dagger the size of a palm, and fell like that.

"This hall doesn't allow—" An Ning roared, but in the end, only the empty vines were caught.

The cliff is ten thousand feet long, shrouded in mist, and bottomless, enough to crush people to pieces.

Bai Ling's snowy eyes showed some emotion, but soon returned to coldness, and she opened her lips lightly, "Your Highness is His Highness after all, and a lowly slave is a lowly slave after all. He did the right thing, Your Highness don't need to be too sad."

"What a good Bai Ling, what a son of the emperor's master, you really are... poof—"

An Ning vomited blood, fearing that the loss would outweigh the gains, so she used all her strength to pull Bai Ling up, but instead she collapsed on the ground, the smell of blood and sweat radiated a strong orchid fragrance.

She couldn't die, but that man...

An Ning frowned, pursed her lips and looked at the blue sky, as if looking into the eyes of a boy.

[Host, do you need to use divine power to save people? 】

An Ning: Why do you keep fooling me with supernatural power recently?What are your intentions?

【…】The host's mind is not right, as the angelic system must control this disaster for the gods, hmph, it won't reveal its mind.The Golden Egg System calmly said [This system thinks what the host thinks, and is anxious about what the host wants...]

An Ning: Go away.

"Your Highness, are you alright?" Bai Ling walked over, dressed in white clothes proudly, with an outstanding figure and aloofness.

He looked down at her from a high position, seemingly caring, but cold and indifferent, worse than a stranger.

"Thanks to you, I can't die for the time being." An Ning pursed her lips and said with a sneering smile, "Mr. Bailing, do you want to make up for me with a sword to completely break my breath, so that everything can be on the right track and let your back Will the person get what he wants?"

Bailing lowered her eyes and said coldly, "Your Highness is His Highness after all."

"That's it again." An Ning pointed at him angrily, "Bai Ling, you should die!"

"If His Highness is reluctant to part with that lowly slave, His Highness actually does not have to save Ling." Bai Ling leaned over to help An Ning up, "As long as it is His Highness's decision, Ling will not have any complaints."

His tone was light, his eyes were cold, his face was as pale as paper, and his lips were pale.

An Ning raised her hand to strangle his wrist, her cold body was as thin as bones, "Bai Ling, you know very well that I can't let you go, that's why you're so angry at me for plotting against me."

A young man in white clothes, stunning and alluring, with cold eyes full of desires and desires.

An Ning pressed his fingers hard, almost crushing his bones, but he still did so, not even blinking his eyes.

"Pfft—" An Ning couldn't help but gritted her teeth and said, "Bai Ling, you are so ruthless! This hall is ashamed."

An Ning claims to have been cannon fodder for thousands of years, and rarely encounters Bai Ling's temperament, beatings are neither scolding nor scolding, if it is not for thousands of years of being controlled by God, she is forced to cultivate her mind and cultivate her character, and follow her previous temperament , I should be able to slap people to death with one palm, but I feel so useless now that I vomit blood with anger.

An Ning let go of her hand, and Bai Ling continued to help her walk towards the carriage.

After getting into the carriage, Bai Ling pressed the switch, took out a pill from the small compartment, and handed it to An Ning, "Your Highness, this is a life-saving pill given by my mother. It may help Your Highness suppress the poison."

"Oh, didn't you want to kill me? Why did you save me again? Well——"

An Ning sarcastically said that Bai Ling threw the pill into her mouth when she opened it, and then covered her mouth to prevent her from spitting it out.

The temperature of his palm was on the lips, it was icy cold, and the faint scent of the medicine on his body was still coming from the nostrils, his mouth was bitter, and he was at a loss of peace, his eyes were fixed on him, and the scars at the end of the eyes were terrifying point.

"Ling is the son of the emperor's master, so he is bound to return with his highness. If his highness is ill, Ling should kill himself to accompany his highness, so as to save the lives of hundreds of people in the emperor's mansion." He said calmly and indifferently, "but Ling, since childhood Since the beginning of the year, she has narrowly escaped death many times, and she cherishes her life very much. If Ling wants to live, even if she does something that damages His Highness's reputation, she is fine."

"You, you, you -" An Ning naturally didn't want to die, so luckily she swallowed the pills.

From Bailing's point of view, she was so angry that she didn't want to die, so she let go of her hand and let her vent freely.

The corners of An Ning's eyes twitched slightly, with murderous intent in his eyes, and he said harshly, "Bai Ling, you will be punished for your crime!"

"What Your Highness said is true." Bai Ling turned around indifferently, picked up the whip, and drove the carriage.

With a sudden movement, An Ning fell back, hitting her forehead with a slight pain, "Bai Ling, you did it on purpose!"

"Your Highness, sit down."

He said lightly, his figure was tall and thin, but at this moment, he was extraordinarily stalwart, his white clothes were flowing, and his back was like a fairy.

An Ning folded her hands behind her head and thought to herself, women are superior to the world, women are superior to men and are inferior, Bai Ling's temperament is worthy of the identity of the target, and a little desire to conquer arises in her heart.

Turning sideways, curling the corners of his lips, he said sarcastically, "I don't know that Mr. Bai Ling, who is delicate and frail, sickly since childhood, and lives in a boudoir, can actually drive like this vulgar coachman. "

(End of this chapter)