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

After stumbling a few steps, Wu Qing paused. She tilted her head and stared at Feng Lianmo, her charming face stained a bit red due to the rising smell of alcohol. Even though his face is hidden under a dull mask, he can't hide his charming charm: "Where are you taking me? Well, no, an idiot never calls himself stupid, and the person who comes to kill me never calls himself a killer. , what on earth are you here for?"

"Is this the reason why Master didn't let me come to this Hongmen Banquet?" Mulan Yu watched her master's drunken state with relish, and mourned for Huang Yin for a few seconds.

Although Wu Qing is said to be very dedicated, this does not prevent him from recruiting wolves, whether they are male wolves or female wolves. Huang Yin not only had to guard against men, but also against women. If Feng Lianmo unfortunately doesn't have Mei Yange's temperament of appreciating beauty without being obsessed with it, then the Imperial Master will have another headache.

"No," Mei Yange shook her head, but she didn't say anything about Wu Qing's pregnancy. She just turned around and casually said to a member of the Moyan Pavilion who had run far away, "Your master is just like this when he is drunk. ?”

Drunk Wuqing's brain is indeed short-circuited. Well, in fact, her usual thinking is not much better. It is not understandable to ordinary people anyway.

Seeing the Lord's disapproving smile, were the cheaters in Mo Yan Pavilion frightened? What does "just like this" mean? ! Nonsense! The devil is very gentle until he reveals his true colors!

"Pavilion Master, Lian Mo is here to take you home." Feng Lianmo held Wu Qing's arm, steadying the swaying Wu Qing, and his tone was as gentle as the spring breeze.

"Are you really here to take me home?" Wu Qing raised his eyes, his eyes flickered, and there was an intoxicating light. Just when Feng Lianmo was almost in a trance, she suddenly grabbed his shirt and pulled it. With a flick, he was pressed against a pillar not far behind him. The huge momentum made Feng Lianmo's throat burst into a fishy sweetness.

Without giving the other party a chance to react, Wu Qing lowered his body, rubbed his cheek slightly against his ear, and spoke as softly as the love words whispered between a man and a woman: "My home is not in the God Realm, how are you going to take me back?" Woolen cloth?"

Her family is in the Shadow Continent, and her family is in the Meiying Dynasty. She may not be able to go back within a hundred years. Maybe she will never see the lovely old emperor or the beautiful twin sisters after she goes back. Maybe the fox beauty will be old by then. Even at this time, What she saw were the descendants of the fox beauty for generations, and those familiar people had become untouched portraits in the temple.

There is also the idiot in the palace, the beauty with a paralyzed face, and the thousands of members of the Moyan Pavilion who are stuck in the human world and unable to follow her to the divine world...

Those who have laughed, scolded and played with themselves will eventually become history. A few lines of words or a few books will record their lives rigidly and become proof of their existence. Even if she gave them supreme glory in the name of the God of Creation, it would only make them famous for eternity, but not allow them to return to her!

Shrine!

The abominable shrine!

The attachment to the human world that had accumulated in his heart for a long time exploded in an instant, and the gloom that had been accumulated in his heart erupted in an instant. The sinister murderous aura permeating Wu Qing's body surged out without warning!

Along with the outpouring of murderous intent, there was also the coercion of high-grade amber, and the blood-colored sleeves hanging down to the ground fluttered in the wind. The people sitting here are actually not low in cultivation, but even so, an indescribable sense of oppression still lingers in their hearts, and the cold air that oppresses their hearts is like a demonic barrier.

There are two types of pressure that can be oppressive. One is pressure from people with higher cultivation than yourself, which directly intimidate you in terms of strength. The other kind is the innate power of heaven, such as Wu Qing and Huang Yin. They were born from Chaos, not flesh and blood.

The people on the field should feel lucky that they did not meet Wu Qing, whose cultivation has returned to its peak and has returned to her position. Otherwise, in the current state, everyone would have been reduced to dregs under her pressure and murderous intent.

Completely unaware of the change in Wu Qing's mood, everyone only saw Wu Qing roughly press Feng Lianmo to the pillar, and then became murderous. Realizing that the situation had deviated from the track he had budgeted for, Feng Lianmo quickly took out a spell and slapped it on Wu Qing.

Feng Lianmo moved quickly, and Wu Qing was even faster. Wu Qing's plans may not be as perverted as Feng Lianmo's, and her spell skills are not as good as his, but her skill as a magician is definitely superior to his, and in terms of quick movements, Feng Lianmo is no match for her!

Sliding back a few meters in the air, Wu Qing stretched out her long sleeves, and a Feng family secret guard was pulled in front of her, and all the spells that came towards her also fell on the secret guard.

The spell has no lethality, and its effect is similar to that of the sweat medicine. It is a kind of sweat medicine that works immediately. The secret guard who was brought over by Wu Qing to use as a shield fainted immediately even though he had Yinshuang's cultivation level.

Without immediately throwing away the secret guard in his hand, Wu Qing smiled strangely at Feng Lianmo behind the secret guard. Feng Lianmo's heart skipped a beat, and a bad premonition arose in his heart.

Sure enough, in the next second, there was a frightening muffled sound, and a cold thorn passed through the dark guard's heart. Gorgeous blood flowers bloomed from the crystal clear ice thorn, splashing with the rising cold air. earth.

A master who the Feng family spent countless manpower and material resources to cultivate, a strong man in the silver frost realm, died like this in frustration!

Putting aside the body that was gradually losing its warmth in his hands, Wu Qing dusted his fingertips. Under the high alertness of the other three secret guards, she stood quietly on the spot, not knowing whether she was thinking about something or in a daze.

After a while, she finally moved and slowly raised her hand. The three secret guards clenched their weapons and protected Feng Lianmo in the middle. This man could not be killed, otherwise the spell used by their master just now would not have been a charm. You can't kill, you can only defend, and the opponent is a master, so the difficulty of this battle is not ordinary!

He didn't know how nervous others were. Wu Qing's hand slowly landed on the mask. With his fingertips, the silver mask covering his face fell to the ground crisply. Countless gasps suddenly filled the whole place. Liyuan.

It's still the pair of lazy red phoenix eyes, and the same crimson lips, but after taking off the mask, what is revealed is a kind of cold and strange beauty that is as thrilling as the bright moonlight and the dark sky!

The demon-red red robe had already been soaked by the wine when the cup was empty. The red was a little deeper, and it was trailing on the ground against the pure white falling petals of pear blossoms, exuding indescribable brilliance. Gorgeous and bloody beauty.

The fragrant and fragrant phoenix eyes are slightly raised.

The crimson lips were slightly twitching and she smiled softly.

Drunk into yin and yang, the soul swings into the sky.

Alone but charming.

Who holds an ink fan and stains his clothes with blood?

The demonic fire flies away, which is an ominous sign.

The evil spirit sings and the strong wind frightens the solitary eagle.

The other side of life and death is Chi Ruyao!

At the moment when Wu Qing's true appearance was completely revealed in front of Feng Lianmo, Feng Lianmo was stunned, followed by shock and uncertainty. Staring at the face in front of him that was as beautiful as the bright moon and breaking the clouds, a guess that could alarm the God Realm flashed through his mind so fast that he couldn't catch it.

At this moment, Mei Yange finally confirmed that Wu Qing was indeed drunk, otherwise she would not have taken off the mask at this time. Her appearance was too dazzling, and even though she was blindfolded with a ribbon when she was the tutor of Linfeng Academy, it wouldn't take long for people to recognize her.

Fortunately, except for Feng Lianmo, who was deep in thought, everyone was in a state of shock and surprise and would not notice this for the time being.

Ignoring everyone, Wu Qing's right arm was level with her shoulder, abundant magical power circulated in her body, and a bright cold light condensed from the palm of her hand.

The hilt, sword body, sword tip, a long sword filled with cold air slowly took shape in Wu Qing's hand as the cold light spread. The sword is sharp and unstoppable!

As if feeling the murderous intention in the master's heart, the tip of the cold sword trembled a few times. Before the sword moved, the sword energy was released, and the released energy pulled at Wu Qing's robe and rolled up the fallen petals on the ground.

With such a posture and such aura, no one present would be unfamiliar with it - she has entered a fighting state!

Will you go crazy when you get drunk? Can you sing and dance? Or do you tease anyone you meet?

No, it is none of these! When Wu Qing is drunk, he will kill someone!

In fact, from the very beginning, Wu Qing would obediently lie on the bed when he was drunk, but in the end, such a thing became a luxury. In the first days of the establishment of Mo Yan Pavilion, countless enemies came to the door. As the pavilion master, she was naturally the biggest target.

When he was awake, Wu Qing was naturally not afraid of these killers who came one after another. Even when he was asleep, he could still adapt to the murderous intent. However, in addition to sleeping and being awake, she also has another state - drunkenness.

It is true that no one can beat Wu Qing when it comes to drinking, but don't forget that she can get herself drunk, like today. So one time when she was drunk, she was almost killed by an assassin. Fortunately, she had more experience in dealing with assassinations and she only suffered minor injuries. After that, she developed the incredible skill of killing when drunk.

"Your Highness, the master is disowning his relatives now, so come here and hide." A member of the Moyan Pavilion sneaked up to Mei Yange and reminded him kindly. Wu Qing had been drunk many times in Mo Yan Pavilion, and these scammers had all seen her power when she was drunk.

The master of the pavilion is drunk and wants to kill someone! Anyone she sees as a threat will be included in her attack range! At the first time, several members of the tribe were slightly injured, but after figuring out the pattern, the scammers took the initiative to retreat three feet away. However, this can only ensure that no one is injured, but Moyan Pavilion... is a mess!

While following the scammers to the side to take refuge, Mei Yange was thinking, should he get Wu Qing drunk and throw him into an unbreakable city?

Seeing the actions of Mei Yange and others, even if they didn't understand why, the dignitaries in the opera house quickly left their seats and retreated to the edge. Suddenly, the entire opera garden became empty, with only Wu Qing, Feng Lianmo, and the remaining three secret guards left in the arena.