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

Sighing secretly, Wu Qing relaxed his whole body. Although this scourge was not a very good character, his embrace was still quite pleasing to her.

Stroking Wu Qing's disheveled hair, Huang Yin's ink-dyed eyebrows were filled with a hint of softness. Wu Qing has adapted to his presence, which is undoubtedly a good thing.

"Xiao Qing'er, stay away from Xi Zhao." Huang Yin leaned over Wu Qing's ear and breathed out hot breath in a low voice.

"Huh?" Wu Qing hummed a vague nasal sound.

"He has bad intentions, stay away from him."

Haozhao and Zhaoli were just changed in order to take the pronunciation characters and put on a mask, but Wu Qing couldn't recognize them.

It's not that she is stupid, it's just that she really erased Fu Zhaoli's existence from her mind. Since they met through strangers, she didn't have to worry about remembering this person. Naturally, when guessing the identity of this mysterious Mu family guest elder, she wouldn't have the option of "Fu Zhaoli".

However, Fu Zhaoli, Wu Qing's former childhood sweetheart, was obviously unwilling to get further and further away from her. Otherwise, why would the dignified young emperor of the shadowy family come all the way to the Mu family, and try his best to become the elder of the Keqing through training, and all this is just to obtain an identity that is not easy to be noticed by Wu Qing and can easily approach her?

Tsk, tsk, bad intentions, bad intentions!

The Imperial Master, who always likes to nip dangers and threats in the cradle, naturally has to do something small.

"Well..." Unfortunately, Wu Qing, who was half-drunk and half-awake, just absent-mindedly floated a hazy syllable from his throat, completely unaware of the good intentions of the Imperial Master.

Sighing faintly, Huang Yin didn't dwell on this issue anymore. He kissed Wu Qingxia's forehead and the topic suddenly changed: "Xiao Qing'er, the people from Tianyuan Palace are also getting involved this time. "

"Yeah." It was still a meaningless monosyllable, but the water-colored eyes were a little clearer. Her brain, which was entangled with alcohol, turned around twice, and she slowed down a few beats before asking: "What are those idiots doing here?"

But as soon as he finished asking, before Huang Yin could answer, Wu Qing suddenly woke up with a sudden start.

Now that the divine beast is born, what else can those bastards from Tianyuan Palace do? Tianyuan Palace originated from the Divine Palace, and it was impossible for them to know nothing about the birth of the divine beast like ordinary people.

"Shadow Continent Foreign Object Chronicles": The white dragon and tiger, a direct descendant of the ancient mythical beasts, are violent in nature, possessing the dual characteristics of dragon and tiger, and were originally the mounts of the founding night god.

Let’s not talk about whether the theory of the founding god’s mount is true or false, just the word “ancient” is enough to shock the world.

And strength is secondary. The most important thing is that the group of high-ranking people in power in the temple are not orthodox. They are just copycats who established themselves as kings after the founding god disappeared thousands of years ago.

It is precisely because of this that they have a deep fear of ancient things.

When the tiger returns from the mountains, how can we allow the monkey to become king?

If the monkey wants to be king, the tiger will be wiped out!

Wu Qing didn't know that the shrine had been secretly erasing ancient existences, just like she had been by the source of darkness.

Just as Wu Qing guessed, this time the soul possessed the source of darkness. Rather than being reborn through the corpse, it was better to say that her soul returned to her original body.

It's just that it wasn't Shen Gong who hurt her. When Shen Gong discovered Wu Qing, she was already in a deep sleep and seriously injured. But even so, the palace had no ability to destroy her, and in the end they could only seal her in the ice palace until her soul returned and woke up. Then, the master of the Moyan Pavilion, the demon god of the human world on the edge of the fateful cliff, made a high-profile return. !

Running away from Wu Qing has already made the palace furious, and they will not let go of the ancient beast White Dragon Tiger. But after all, Bai Longhu is not a human being, and Tianyuan Palace was ordered to come here with the intention of conquering them.

Okay, it’s taken a long way, but after all, Tianyuan Palace is here to grab the antidote from a certain evildoer!

Wuqing was so drunk that she tapped the soft bed with her index finger. She would be very patient with those who tried to snatch things from her, especially those who didn't like her...send them to hell!

Wu Qing no longer remembers what Huang Yin said later. She only knows that she fell asleep holding a soft and warm human pillow.

When she woke up the next day, the seat next to her was empty, and the quilt was cold. It had been some time since Huang Yin left. Wu Qing didn't need to guess that he was going to deal with matters in Tianyuan Palace.

Although she is not afraid of the offenders from Tianyuan Palace, I am afraid that the ones sent by Tianyuan Palace this time are not ordinary offenders. If it weren't for the fact that coming down from the God Realm wasn't an easy task, I'm afraid the God Palace would have sent someone down.

Although asking Huang Yin to go to Tianyuan Palace is a bit overkill, he is the best person to find out the truth.

Putting aside these messy things, Wu Qing was sitting cross-legged in the tent, playing with a cluster of bright white flowers in his hands.

"Tsk, tsk, it's really ice and fire." Wuqing couldn't help but marvel, the pale and enchanting face reflecting the cold firelight, adding a bit of icy coldness.

As early as the moment she summoned the Ice Phoenix, she noticed the cold light surrounding it. The so-called phoenix nirvana and rebirth from the ashes, she had already vaguely guessed what the cold flames that burned half of the sky with the ice phoenix set ablaze, but this fact was a bit unbelievable, and she didn't dare to be sure until now.

It was indeed a strange fire, and it was also an ice-type strange fire! But that's right, each of the seven lines of magic power has its own strange fire. Even if it is the water type, which is incompatible with water and fire, it is not surprising that the ice type has strange fire.

"Little brother, get up! The sun is shining on your belly! Get up quickly and stop making out with the Imperial Master!" Just as Wuqing was wondering what was so special about the ice-type strange fire, Gong Tianque suddenly lit up outside the tent. That loud voice that deserves a beating.

It is said that on that day, the young master of the palace was so burned by the evil spirit of His Highness Prince Qing that he almost ran away naked.

Soon, Wu Qing and his party actually entered the Zongheng Mountains, because they came from the direction of the dark cave, which was different from the route of ordinary people. They didn't meet any unpleasant people along the way. It was smooth sailing, and the two children came together smoothly. He was wandering between torturing monsters and being tortured by monsters.

Wu Qing, on the other hand, never leaves his hand with the wine pot or the soft couch, without any fighting spirit that he gained after advancing to the next level. He is drunk and dreaming every day. He is honored to be the first person in history to enter the Zongheng Mountains without hunting monsters or beasts. They are not practicing but are here for sightseeing.

"Little brother, there is someone in front!" Suddenly, Wu Ting, who was walking and her thoughts were wandering, heard Gong Tianque's call, and she looked up.

A few hundred meters away, figures intertwined, three in a group, two in a pair, the number seemed to be quite large.

"Xiao Yanlou, didn't you say that no one but you knows where Bai Longhu is?" Wu Qing frowned and said to Yanlou beside him through mental transmission.