Mythological Native Species

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Facing resentment with incomprehensible eyes, Feng Linwen briefly explained his relationship with the old turtle and Emperor Jing.

Of course, some parts are directly brushed in the style of Spring and Autumn.

"My concubine is very willing to help you with this, but... the body of the concubine is made up of the resentful souls of the concubines in this cold palace. Now it has been integrated with the cold palace, I am afraid that the real body cannot leave." Charm said.

Feng Linwan waved his big hand and said, "It's okay! I will arrange someone tomorrow to attach the wall and remove the entire cold palace."

This is not too much trouble.

Moreover, breaking the ground for the imperial city and changing the overall structure of the entire palace can also cause Cheng Penghai a little trouble and delay a little time.

"In this way, the concubine will thank your majesty first!" She bowed with resentment and charm, and I don't know if it was unintentional. At the slightly loosened neckline, you can always see the snow-white ravine, which makes people reluctant to look away.

After a few words and a few words, a cooperation was gradually reached, and Feng Linwen's expression gradually became less serious than before, and he turned to ask gently: "Although you are resentful, you are the result of the resentment of hundreds of ghosts, but after all, you are a separate individual. , but I don't know if you have a name?"

Feng Linwan's question seemed to be unintentional, but it was actually intentional.

"I don't know if those harem fans are reliable! They write about this kind of ghosts and ghosts. They have been lonely and cold for many years, and they are the most unbearable for anyone to care about them. If I give her a name, even if she doesn't care, that's fine. It's time for your favorability rating to be up, up!" With the mentality of giving it a try, Feng Linwan waited for the next paragraph.

There was a charming smile on the resentful face, Yingying got up, and the light red eye shadow at the corner of her eyes seemed to show a touch of warmth.

"It seems that the little emperor is tempted by the concubine! I can't wait to put my own mark on the concubine. But...the concubine heard that there are tigers in the mountains and likes to leave their own in the places where they have been. Smell, if your Majesty wants to, why not leave a mark for your concubine now?"

"Although this place is desolate, but the moonlight is just right, heaven and earth are the matchmakers, the ground is covered in the open air, covered with grass and collapsed together, covered with stars and touching the feet... It's not a wild fun!" Resentment gracefully walked over, like an elegant cat , In those cold eyes, there is no hint of depth.

"Gou Ri's harem is all a lie, I'm sure... whoever wrote this kind of plot is a single dog." Feng Linwen cursed inwardly, but his face quickly changed color: "No need! It's already deep, you... take care of yourself, I'll go first!"

After saying that, he turned around and left.

Looking at the back of Feng Linye who strode away, the resentment still turned into an ominous dark cloud, hovering above the Leng Palace.

In the twisted evil spirit, there seemed to be a low muttering: "Does it belong to my own name...?"

"Oh! Why do you need to do this!"

The next day at dawn, Feng Linwen sent a message to Chen Gui, asking him to lead the craftsmen in the palace and start moving the cold palace.

Be sure to move all of them to the vicinity of the imperial mausoleum that is being renovated under the condition that the Leng Palace is generally in good condition.

This command is weird though.

But as an emperor who gradually gained real power, no one dared to question such trivial matters.

At the same time, the news of the Queen Mother's illness also spread from the palace.

Afterwards, there was a diagnosis by an imperial doctor. The queen mother was worried about the late emperor. She had been ill for many years and was terminally ill.

Of course... that's not what the imperial physician said at the time, the words were much more euphemistic, and roughly the same meaning, but it was enough to disassemble thousands of words.

Everyone vote, if you are interested, a certain waste paper doesn't mind writing this in the next chapter.

The cold palace was relocated within two days.

After all, this is not a truly pure super-ancient civilization, but a super-civilized world containing the power of immortality. With the permission of the emperor, it is not difficult to move a palace in the palace.

That night, the stars were extremely dim.

The moonlight was surprisingly brighter.

When it sprinkled its brilliance, the ground seemed to be coated with a layer of silver.

Some people fall asleep at night. They lie on the bed and listen to the wind in the distance, the heavy footsteps of the watchman passing by knocking on the clapper at night, the birdsong in the farther forest, and the faint sound of the river. The sound of screaming made me feel very at ease.

This is probably due to a sense of self-satisfaction compared to the fact that I was lying in bed while others worked harder and harder than me.

Holding this kind of satisfaction, it is easy to fall into sweet dreamland.

boom!

Suddenly, a loud explosion woke up everyone who was sleeping.

Some people are still in a trance.

But more people have followed the sound, pushed open the door or window, and looked into the distance.

I saw the mountains in the distance, with the brilliance of the sky.

It seemed that something had been detonated, and then everyone saw that a huge tortoise was rolling in the air by the light, and it seemed that it was about to smash into the capital.

In the Humble Administrator's Pavilion, Cheng Penghai, who was reviewing the memorials as always, suddenly frowned, the jade pen in his hand was broken, and he stood up.

"You bastard! bastard! bastard!" he said three times in a row, looking a little exasperated.

Then Cheng Penghai flew out of Cheng's mansion on the night, and greeted the old tortoise that fell towards the capital.

Breath pulling, True Yuan agitation.

A pair of huge palms cut through the sky, and then shot the old turtle into the distance.

The old tortoise was obviously still a little stunned, his consciousness was dizzy, and he didn't come back to his senses, but instinctively retracted his head and limbs into the turtle shell, like a huge meteorite, smashed into the barren mountains.

Cheng Penghai did not give up, but followed closely, a spirit sword flashing starlight and cloud energy appeared in his palm.

With a swipe, the spirit sword turned into a light spot and dissipated, and suddenly the originally dim starlight became dazzling.

One after another, one after another, bursts of starlight turned into sword-like star showers in the night, and then converged into a sea, submerging the place where the old turtle smashed into the barren hills.

Abundant power washes out ~www.wuxiaspot.com~ terrifying burst of energy.

The dwarf barren mountain was forcibly flattened from the ground under this violent wash.

When the dust settled, I saw a middle-aged man wearing a black dragon turtle robe, with a resolute face and a look of contempt in his eyebrows, standing among the ruins, holding a tortoise shell shield, and looking at Cheng Penghai who flew down very badly .

"Who are you? You dare to plot against me? Aren't you afraid that I will punish your nine clans?" The black-robed man asked coldly, his voice seemed a little hoarse and a little strange, as if he hadn't opened his mouth for a long time. .

Cheng Penghai looked at the black-robed man in front of him, and knew that the result he was most unwilling to face had already happened.

He secretly said that the old tortoise was a 'idiot' and gave him a manuscript for nothing, but he was still stolen by Emperor Jing.

He was not slow in his hand, he waved his sleeves, and between grasping and releasing, it was like the entire galaxy fell into his palms, turning into a circling wave, rushing towards the man who occupied the body of the old turtle. King Jing.

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