A woman disguises herself as a man: His Royal Highness is unrivaled

Wu Qing just smiled lightly and said no more words. She believed that Fu Zhaoli would become haggard because of this, and the friendship over the past ten years was indeed not adulterated in the slightest. But this time, it was just a thought on his part.

People's hearts will eventually change, and ten years of friendship will eventually deteriorate. However, not every pair of childhood sweethearts is destined to be a couple.

She is close friends with him, but she doesn't love him, let alone agree to it. But he didn't expect Fu Zhaoli's persistence, and he didn't expect her stubbornness either. Even with her blood, the palace will be splashed with blood!

One wrong step meant every wrong step, and she would not turn back because of his repentance. She wouldn't be stabbed and still smile stupidly. The two brothers patted each other nicely. Hey, brothers, don't be depressed. I'm not dead. How can I blame you?

Just thinking about it makes me feel like two hundred and fifty is too cold!

"Xiao Wuqing, it seems that I have really found a treasure!" Mei Yange sighed, looking at Wuqing carefully as if he were a visitor from outside.

Others would be deceived by Wu Qing, but Mei Yange would not. Her indifference was the most suspicious thing about her. If she really didn't know her, her character would definitely smile and tease them.

Wu Qing is the master of Moyan Pavilion. This fact really shocked His Royal Highness. If he hadn't developed the calmness for a long time, he would probably be like Grandma Liu who entered the Grand View Garden and was laughed to death by Wu Qing.

"Beautiful Yange, aren't you afraid that I am a ghost?" Wuqing was not surprised that Meiyange could see that the prince is the prince and the guard is the guard. The difference in head determines the status of Ba Ran.

Wu Qing admitted his identity openly, but Wu Qing's eyes stayed on Mei Yange's handsome face. As long as there was even the slightest bit of abnormality in his expression, their friendship would be over.

"If we are reduced to being like-minded with ghosts, there is nothing we can do about it." Mei Yange spread her hands and looked at Wu Qing with a little bit of resentment in her eyes, which made her face look even more beautiful.

Regardless of whether the death of the master of the Moyan Pavilion was true or false, to him, Wu Qing was just Wu Qing, someone who could drink and chat with him, and discuss which beauty had better skin and which beauty had bigger eyes.

Life is as flashy as a dream, and if you can have a close friend, what does it matter even if you are a ghost?

Wu Qing felt relieved. In fact, her vision was pretty good, and Fu Zhaoli could ignore it. Well, if the old good "gay" friends don't leave, the new ones won't come!

She died once, kicked this guy Fu Zhaoli, and God compensated her with a flattering song that was just like her. She was not at a loss!

Seeing Wu Qing's expression becoming erratic again, Mei Yange shook her head and laughed. It seems that Fu Zhaoli's incident did not cause her much trouble, otherwise she would not be in such a good mood to continue her offline life.

Buzz! There was another sound wave, and a coercion burst out from the depths of the mountain forest, permeating the entire ancient forest, shocking everyone.

It’s the second wave of pressure! The second wave of pressure from the artifact appears!

People were greatly moved, but in the next second, everyone's expressions completely changed.

Along with the long-lasting pressure, a strange aura permeated the air layer by layer, and an indescribable undercurrent and depression spread through the silk, bringing a sense of suffocation.

Traditionally, the first wave of pressure will reflect the attributes of the artifact, and the second wave of pressure will reveal the type of the artifact. But the sound master relies on mental power, and sound attribute weapons are also driven by mental power. Logically speaking, there should be no distinction between these artifacts. But judging from the current situation, it seems that this is not the case.

This depressing feeling is not like the softness of the water element, nor the blazing heat of the fire element, nor the depth of the earth element, nor the vitality of the wood element, nor the tenacity of the metal element, so...

People's breathing became rapid, and at the same time infinite disappointment arose. If it were weapons from those two types, no one could control them!

But people still have a glimmer of hope. There are very few weapons in those two series, and each one is a legend. How could it come out so easily?

Different from the frustration of others, the people of the Shenyin Sect are full of joy. Their sect leader is a light magician who has not been seen in a century. If this artifact is of the light system, taking it back will not only please the sect leader, but also make the gods. The Yin Sect's strength has reached the sky in one step, and even people from the two dynasties will have to respect the Shenyin Sect!

Wu Qing cast a vague glance at the people at Shenyin Sect, fearing that they would be disappointed this time. There was only one thing that could make her, a dark magician, feel comfortable, and during the first wave of pressure, she felt an inexplicable sensation in the tent. It's very possible that this artifact will be what she thought it would be.

If this is really the case...

In the midst of everyone's attention, the blackness that suddenly settled on the sky shattered everyone's hopes.

It was a thick black color, like a dark cloud spreading out from the deep forest, showing itself to the world in an extremely arrogant and unbridled manner.

Dark style!

It’s actually a dark type!

Even though people know very little about the mysterious two elements, at this moment, there is absolutely no doubt in their minds that no element is as rampant and domineering as the dark element!

"Damn it! It's actually the dark element!" The third elder's spring-faced old face immediately turned as black as mud, which was more pleasant than the fertile black soil.

It's not the light type they were crazy about, it's actually the dark type! It’s already great to have a light magician in the Shenyin Sect, but where can there be a dark magician? And if Shenyin Sect had a dark magician, Wu Qing wouldn't be known as the only dark magician in the human world!

In other words, even if this artifact falls into their hands, it will not be of any use!

The mood is like the Milky Way flowing down three thousand feet, and the people of Shenyin Sect are so wonderful.

"A dark-type artifact is like pie in the sky!" The people of the Shenyin Sect went from heaven to hell, but Wu Qing flew from hell to heaven. With a dark-type artifact of sound, there is hope for her in the red sandalwood realm!

In the past, those guqins fell apart as soon as she played them because she couldn't bear the force. No matter how advanced her music control skills were, they would be of no use. Once she has a sound-controlling weapon in hand, her sound-controlling abilities can be unleashed!

"Hmph! You scum who are gloating over misfortune!" Ni Yi cursed angrily, completely mistaking Wu Qing's excitement as a mockery of the Shenyin Sect's dissatisfaction.

It's a pity that Wu Qing was so excited that he didn't hear what Ni Yi was saying at all, so he naturally ignored him completely.

Sensing Wu Qing's leaked feelings, the faces of the Shenyin Sect members became even uglier. Ni Yi provocatively said, "Why are you so happy? Our Shenyin Sect doesn't have a dark magician, so do you guys have one?"

The only dark magician in the world, the master of the Moyan Pavilion, died a month ago. Now no one can control this artifact. Even if the Shenyin Sect cannot use it, no one else can get the slightest advantage!