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

Seeing this charming and cold face suddenly calm down, Huang Yin also realized what memories he had evoked of the other person. He felt a pain in his heart and his arms tightened a little: "Xiao Qing'er, I won't do it again, never again. Okay, if you don’t like it, if you’re not satisfied, just crush that inner elixir.”

Wu Qing's heart skipped a beat, and she raised her head. What she saw was Huang Yin's eyes, which were as clear as the blue waves of a cold pool. They were deep and distant, but filled with bone-crushing emotions. She had always been either cold and distant, or gentle and gentle, with a rare seriousness in her face. .

He is guaranteeing it with his life!

At this moment, Wu Qing had to say that she was shaken. She knew that Huang Yin was serious this time. He put down all his posture and was careful in every move. She had never seen Huang Yin like this before, and it was even more different from the proud and proud man he was when he was 40,000 years ago.

Moreover, not everyone can do it without grudges while entrusting their lives to others. But he handed the inner elixir into her hands without blinking an eye. Although he knew that she could do anything once she got angry, he gave it to her without hesitation.

Either die or get her, this is not a shocking gamble!

But what about that?

"I don't want to kill you now. I'll wait until I get back to my seat!" A kind of irritation gradually developed in my heart, and my thoughts were as messy as threads. Wu Qing dropped a sentence coolly, and simply closed my eyes, out of sight and out of mind. !

Huang Yin smiled faintly. No matter how strong the city wall is, as long as there is a crack, it will not escape the fate of collapse! He has enough time, as the Lord God ages continuously. From the past to the future, there are only two things before him, destroy the temple and return to the throne, and win the monster back!

The former is his and Wu Qing's common wish, while the latter is his obsession! He has enough time to expand this crack infinitely, and then tear down the wall with his own hands! If you want to do one thing all your life, and there is no time limit in this life, what can't you do?

Dropping a kiss on Wu Qing's lips like a dragonfly touching water, clearly seeing the subtle flickering of her eyelashes, Huang Yin hugged the person in her arms tightly, feeling a sense of peace that she had never felt before in her heart. He closed his eyes and his breathing gradually became calmer.

Hearing the even breathing, Wu Qing opened his eyes, but unfortunately the silk ribbon was not taken off, and his eyes were filled with fiery red. She moved her body, but couldn't break away from the iron arm, so she could only roll her eyes and closed her eyes on the spot.

So, he slept on the first day of the ten-day period, leaving only nine days for the Pavilion Master to retreat.

The master of the pavilion has lived a very leisurely life these nine days. What she wants to cultivate is not magic power, she can't just sit around and draw spells. Her current mental strength is enough to satisfy the spells of the Realm of Destruction, but her proficiency is not enough. She has to hold a pen and watch the runes being drawn one after another every day.

The master of the pavilion stretched out his hand, and the clean wolf hair came out.

The master of the pavilion stretched out his hand and placed the polished ink flatly on the table.

The master of the pavilion stretched out his hand three times, and the clean and neat new talisman paper had been fixed and suspended in mid-air by mental power, just waiting for her to raise her pen and wave her hand.

...This life like an uncle!

This side, the ink color is vertical and horizontal, that side, the sound of the piano is floating.

The green figure sat quietly in the corner of the room, with a simple guqin lying in front of him. His clothes were casually brushed down. His fingertips were twirling the strings, and the ethereal and melodious music came from Gurgling out under the fingers.

In terms of the art of controlling sounds, Huang Yin is not as good as Wu Qing. He is only good at spells and medical skills. Even though they are both in the realm of destroying the sky, if he really uses the art of controlling sounds, he may be defeated by just one move. Without leaning.

But unlike Wu Qing, the sound control technique that Huang Yin is good at is healing, not Wu Qing's violent attack. Music comes from the heart, and the music played is as clear as the blue sky. It has a very good cultivation effect on both energy and spiritual power.

Therefore, although Jiutian Wuqing was very tired, he was not like when he was promoted to the red sandalwood spell master and spent days and nights lying on the bed.

The sound of the piano gradually stopped, and Qingying, who had been playing the piano almost every day, stood up. He took off his outer robe and covered it with Wu Qing, who was lying on the table with his eyes closed and resting.

On the table, the drawn talismans and talisman papers were scattered in a messy manner, and on the floor, crumpled waste paper could be seen everywhere. They were all waste talismans.

Stacking the talismans drawn on the table into categories one by one, Huang Yin separated the talismans from the blank talisman papers. There are hundreds of talismans ranging from the heaven-shattering realm to the heaven-defying realm, and there are even a few ghost-weeping curses!

The Weeping Ghost Curse, one of the seven great killing curses, a spell that defies the peak of heaven! Even though there are still some flaws in Cheng Fu, it is a very good result for Wu Qing now!

It's just a pity that Wu Qing's final state stabilized at the heaven-defying high level and failed to break through the heaven-destroying state. However, when she was in a stable state, she graciously put down her pen and lay down to sleep.

Jiutian is a great realm, and she should be satisfied. If she continues, it is still unknown whether she can break through the realm of Destruction. The only thing that is certain is that by the time she meets Dai Meiren and the others, she will become a national treasure...

She must meet her beautiful protector beauty refreshed and elegant!

Just as Huang Yin was packing up the things on the table, there was a knock on the door: "The Altar Master has given an order. As soon as the Deputy Pavilion Master and the Protectors arrive, Linfeng Academy Fengtianyuan Instructor Mei Wuqing instigated the students during their training. You regard the task as a child's play and are disrespectful to the Altar Master. I now declare you to go to the palace and be judged by the Deputy Pavilion Master himself!"

Wuqing, who was sleeping soundly, moved, and the robe covering her back slipped down. "I understand, please go down." No matter how deeply she sleeps, she can always wake up as soon as possible when something happens. This is a good habit she has developed all along.

Huang Yin frowned, put aside his thoughts of driving away the Moyan Pavilion members outside, walked over, picked up his outer robe and covered Wu Qing with it: "Xiao Qing'er, sleep a little longer."

"No need." Wu Qing threw the robe back to Huang Yin. She stretched her body and yawned, her eyes filled with gold and silver were misty and covered with a layer of moisture.

"Qingqing, is that bullshit altar leader trying to accuse you? Qingqing, let me in!" In the bustling place, there were chaotic footsteps outside, and five figures could be vaguely seen reflected on the thin door. On paper.

If it were normal, the naughty kids from Fengtianyuan would have pushed the door open and come in, but now that there is Huang Yin in the room, they are a little more scrupulous about doing things.

And Huang Yin, who felt the voices of these people, flicked out a blazing golden holy fire from his fingertips, burning all the waste paper on the ground. He didn't know what Wu Qing had planned. If she didn't want people in Fengtianyuan to know about Moyan Pavilion, these things must be cleared away.

"Come in." Wu Qing grabbed the red ribbon that was thrown on the table and tied it before calling people in. When she was practicing spells, she took off the strap for convenience. She had to use her mental power to see things and draw spells with her mental power at the same time. She couldn't stand it even if it was scratched.

The door was pushed open with a crash, and Qian Jichen and others quickly squeezed into the room. The bedroom, which originally seemed quite large, instantly became crowded.

"Qingqing, I heard that the deputy pavilion master, as well as those protectors, those bullshit altar boys with backers are going to cause trouble for you! Don't go!"

"Wu Qing Wu Qing, leave him alone, we don't want to lose the results of this experience!" Chirping, the naughty children who had not seen Wu Qing for ten days began to make suggestions.

Reaching out to take the tea that Huang Yin had brewed, Wu Qing opened his lips and took a sip. He woke up and opened the corners of his lips a little.

"Backer... I don't think so," Wu Qing put down the tea cup, propped his elbows on the table, rested his chin on his palm, and the smile on his face deepened, "Maybe they are here to help me?"

Qian Jichen's eyes turned white, and he habitually wanted to get close to Wu Qing and make jokes and make jokes, but when he saw Huang Yin next to him, he gave up this idea instantly. "Come on you!"

"Wu Qing, if you want to go, we have to follow you!" Knowing the temperament of this mentor who dared to do anything for fear of chaos in the world, Wei Qingwu knew that he could not persuade him to come back.

"You all stay here." Wu Qing refused smoothly. Seeing that the naughty children were unwilling to refute, she turned to look at Huang Yin, "Disaster, let me keep an eye on them."

Just as Huang Yin had guessed, she did not plan to let Qian Jichen and the others know about Moyan Pavilion for the time being. She hates trouble, especially the trouble of not knowing how long it will take to explain once she confesses. And the fewer people there are, the less chaos there is.

"Qingqing!" "Wuqing!" The naughty children exclaimed. Huang Yin, who was combing Wu Qing's hair, didn't stop moving his hands. He turned his head and glanced at the five people lightly, his deep eyes not showing a single ripple. The naughty children immediately shut up and kept silent.

The master of the pavilion spread his hands. Sure enough, disaster is Fengtianyuan's surefire move!

In the hall of the Moyan Pavilion's altar, all the tribesmen in uniforms had tense expressions, and they guarded the entire hall tightly with all their energy. Although their spirits were high, many of the newly recruited followers in the God Realm still secretly glanced at the five people on the high seat with the corner of their eyes.

The one in green is gentle, the one in blue is delicate, the one in black is cold-faced, and the one in silver is elegant.

Two men and two women, these are the four guardians of Moyan Pavilion who are inferior to one person and superior to ten thousand people! A new generation of strong men in the east corner of the God Realm, a silver frost magician who is under thirty years old!

Also, there is the person sitting on the main seat.

The white lining, light green outer placket, and wide girdle depict his slender body. His obsidian-like eyes are big and expressive, and his face that still has some baby fat makes it hard to believe that he is already over 20 years old. No one would believe that he was the deputy master of Moyan Pavilion who could kill one person in ten steps and never left a trace behind!

With a standard baby face and a smile, it is enough to kill all female creatures and young creatures instantly!

However, no one dared to take another look at the deputy master who smiled shyly and reservedly. The number of people who died in his hands was no less than anyone present now!