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

"Xiao Qing'er!" Maybe God just woke up and happened to hear Wu Qing's thoughts, so someone arrived in time.

Wu Qing's whole body froze, such a voice, gentle and hoarse coexisted, Qing Yue and Yong Hua coexisted, it was Huang Yin!

Wu Qing had the urge to burst into tears. She just thought about it casually, how could this disaster really come? !

Sure enough, I couldn't talk to people during the day, no, I couldn't even think about it. I only had this idea in the first half of the day, and then this person popped up in the second half. Can she let God take this guy back?

However, Wu Qing, who was in a state of fugue, did not notice that Huang Yin was calling Xiao Qing'er, not the Pavilion Master, nor did he realize that the results of her hard work and deception were lost because of her carelessness.

In fact, Huang Yin had already followed Wu Qing when he left, but Wu Qing deliberately lured the old man away. She seemed to be enjoying herself leisurely, but her speed was unusually fast, and the route she took was incredible. , and in a short while, Huang Yin was thrown away.

When Huang Yin noticed the riot in the air, he rushed over without stopping. However, when he arrived at the scene, there was only ruins left. The person who fought with Wu Qing had disappeared, and the little monster...

Seeing the bright red everywhere and the blood-soaked person lying limply on the ground, Huang Yin's pupils shrank and he immediately ran towards her: "Xiao Qing'er, you..."

"Don't come here!" She didn't know what her thoughts were. Maybe she didn't want Huang Yin to discover her hidden identity, or maybe she had some unclear reason in her heart. Wu Qing reflexively exclaimed. Regardless of the severity of her injuries and forgetting the pain, she stood up and ran.

"I won't go, Xiao Qing'er, don't move!" For fear of aggravating her injury, Huang Yin immediately followed Wu Qing's wishes and stopped. The blood stains on the ground were shocking, and the black robe became darker because it was stained with bright red. How badly was the little monster injured to end up like this?

However, Wu Qing's wound was still torn. Groaning in pain, she fell to the ground without any strength. She spat out a few mouthfuls of blood, and her silver mask was almost covered with a layer of deep rose red.

When he was in pain, Wu Qing, who had not yet recovered, suddenly felt a chill in his heart, and a biting coldness swept through his limbs and bones with lightning speed. Almost in the blink of an eye, her lips immediately turned a deep purple.

It's cold poison! The cold poison that she had suppressed all this time broke out! First he was seriously injured, then his heart veins were ruptured, and now even Cold Poison came to join in the fun! It's true that everything goes wrong when a person is unlucky, and Wu Qing even wants to scold his mother.

"Hmm..." The soul-piercing coldness seeped into his whole body, and Wu Qing snorted uncomfortably. He could no longer care about escaping, and curled up into a ball, trying to make himself feel better.

Seeing this scene, Huang Yin immediately understood something. Regardless of Wu Qing's wishes, he rushed over and helped her into his arms. The coldness of his tentacles made his eyes darken.

It was indeed that damn cold poison!

Putting his hand on Wu Qing's back, Huang Yin poured his magic power into Wu Qing's body, temporarily suppressing the cold poison raging in her body for her. His face was condensed: "Little Qing'er, bear with me for a while."

The battle just now shocked the entire Meidu, and it won't be long before someone comes over to check it out. This was not a good place to heal. He had to take Wu Qing away first.

After saying this, Huang Yin picked up the half-conscious Wu Qing and flew out of the woods, heading towards Prince Qing's palace.

In Prince Qing's Mansion, the members of the Moyan Pavilion who were busy with their own affairs only felt a figure flashing past, but there was nothing in front of them. After a while, they felt the familiar aura belatedly, and then they felt at ease.

However, they seemed to feel the aura of another person, but why did they only see the shadow of one person?

The tribesmen shook their heads and sighed. Forget it, their master does strange things not just once or twice, what's so strange about it? As long as she is her master, she can do whatever she wants.

Look, what a heartless subordinate!

In the room, Huang Yin placed Wu Qing on the bed and pulled away to cover Wu Qing with a quilt. However, before his body could move, a cold little hand grabbed his wrist tightly.

Huang Yin was startled. Even though he and Wu Qing seemed to be very close to each other, in fact, the little monster had never taken the initiative to approach him. This was the first time in history. Even though she was in a coma, could this be considered closeness and trust shown unconsciously?

The corners of her lips curved into a curve that was as rich and mellow as wine, and her whole person became more and more ethereal. Huang Yin sat down on the bed, carefully took Wu Qing into her arms, and opened the purple-red card with one hand. mask.

It was not that he had never seen the face of the master of the Moyan Pavilion, but only at this moment did he dare to be truly sure that the legendary master of the No. 1 Pavilion in the World was Wu Qing, his little monster. If it weren't for that jade pendant, he would have been almost fooled. This little monster is really cunning!

Putting a hand on Wu Qing's cheek, Huang Yin sighed softly in his heart. At this time, Wu Qing's brows were locked together tightly, the tips of his slender eyebrows were covered with a layer of fine frost, his lips were purple from the cold, and his body was like a dead person, without any warmth.

A flash of distress flashed between his brows, Huang Yin covered Wu Qing's vest with his palms, and slowly pushed his magic power into Wu Qing's meridians.

The world only knows that light and darkness are two completely opposite forces, but they don't know that they are the most harmonious two parties. When light reaches its extreme, it becomes darkness, and when darkness reaches its extreme, it becomes light. The brighter the place, the deeper the darkness that is born. Just like day and night, there is never a clear dividing line between the two. Between opening and closing eyes, day and night are reversed.

Dantian automatically converted Huang Yin's magic power to his own use. The dry meridians were moisturized, the dryness and throbbing were no longer, and Wu Qing's eyebrows relaxed a lot. But the bone-chilling storm in his body was still rolling around, biting his limbs and bones. She still huddled tightly in Huang Yin's arms, clinging to this natural heater in an attempt to get more warmth.

"Cold...so cold..." Unconsciously, Wu Qing murmured softly. The cold poison caused by the Soul Forbidden Pill was extremely overbearing and had invaded her internal organs. Now that he is seriously injured, the cold is even more unbearable. And the toxin that has been suppressed for so long will be very terrifying once it breaks out. She seemed to have returned to the moment when she was in the Ice Palace of the Divine Palace, her body, mind and soul were devastated.

"Shingong, your bastard... I'll take it sooner or later..." Wu Qing muttered intermittently.

Hearing the sound, Huang Yin, who had been nervous about Wu Qing, couldn't help but laugh. The little monster has never held grudges very much, and if she had any grudges, her subordinates would settle them on the spot. But now that she was still thinking about the Shrine even when she was unconscious, he could already foresee the miserable future of the Shrine.

Wu Qing was indeed not very awake, her teeth were chattering from the cold, but she did not forget who was so tired that made her look like this. As her body temperature approached the freezing point, she was no longer satisfied with the heat source around her, and her hands began to subconsciously explore around.

"Xiao Qing'er, take the medicine first." Huang Yin took out a few pills and said softly. Some of the pills in the palm of his hand could suppress cold poison, and some could heal injuries. Wu Qing is now even more injured than when she was in the palace. If she hadn't met him, she would have really gone to chat with the King of Hell.

However, before the bottle was put away, a cold hand suddenly slipped into his collar, causing Huang Yin's skin to tremble, and he couldn't help but take a breath: "Hey, Xiao Qing'er, what are you doing?"

"It's so warm..." Wu Qing muttered, completely ignoring Huang Yin, and not knowing what bad thing he was doing, he just put his hands into his clothes openly and went around his back to hug him.

Without the barrier of clothes, the temperature was transferred more directly. A certain monster purred in comfort and rubbed against Huang Yin's chest.

"Xiao Qing'er, don't move!" Huang Yin took a breath and reached out to grab Wu Qing's restless little hands. Her ice-like fingertips touched his chest and hugged his back, but what they pulled out was a trace of heat.

Being held down, Wu Qing frowned dissatisfied. But no matter how hard she struggled, her hands were still tightly restrained. In desperation, she simply pressed her whole body against Huang Yin's body.

This contact was like an iceberg hitting a soldering iron. The warmth that instantly penetrated into the heart greatly relieved the coldness, and Wu Qing's frowning eyebrows slowly relaxed.

Qing Yaozei felt comfortable, but Huang Yin felt miserable. When she pressed her whole body against his chest, his whole body tensed up. When facing someone you like, it's one thing to be able to hold back, but whether or not you'll be tempted is another. Wu Qing is simply challenging his limits.

The close coldness not only did not cool down Huang Yin's temperature, but made his whole body even hotter. He could clearly feel Wu Qing's soft cheeks that were leaning against her chest. What's even worse is that Wu Qing's shallow breaths are constantly falling on him, bringing an even more strange touch.

A satisfied person has no idea how much suffering he has caused Huang Yin, but even if she knew, she would definitely become more unscrupulous. Who makes her always suffer at the hands of Huang Yin? She deserves to be made so horny!

Even though his mind was confused, Wu Qing was still able to do the job of lighting the fire perfectly. She hugged Huang Yin and rubbed it as if it were a pillow of hot water.

Following her movements, the tips of Rumo's hair brushed against Huang Yin's skin, and her cold and enchanting purple lips brushed past his chest, and the gentle and shallow touch brought endless excitement. Endless itching.

Under Wu Qing's series of actions, Huang Yin's whole body almost burned. He immediately pressed Wu Qing tightly into his arms, breathing heavier and heavier.

"Xiao Qing'er, you will regret it if you move again." The originally hoarse voice was filled with traces of deepness, but it became even more alluring.