Tsundere Empress: Immortal Supreme? Just a Provocative Disciple

Yue Qingling couldn't care less about communicating with Huang Xinyan.

The empress will arrive soon. Once she discovers the consciousness on the dagger, the consequences will be disastrous.

Only by the jailer collecting the body and throwing Huang Xinyan's body out could she escape from here temporarily.

As for after leaving...

Yue Qingling couldn't think that far ahead.

Following his patting, two guards came over as expected.

This is what the empress brought here just now.

It seemed that the empress really went out for a short while, otherwise no one would have responded to Yue Qingling deep in the dungeon.

The two guards did not dare to look at Yue Qingling. They pulled Huang Xinyan's body out through the Qinglong tendon.

This corpse was a spy of the Demon Cult. He didn't even bother to lift it, so he just pulled her legs out.

There was also a dark red blood stain left on the ground.

The two of them whispered quietly as they walked.

"Hey, isn't this the little immortal from Yunlin Mountain? Was he really captured by our Demon Cult?"

"Immortal Lord? When Her Majesty the Empress is done with her work, this Immortal Lord will come to an end."

Their voices gradually drifted away.

Yue Qingling sat helplessly on the ground in a daze.

What will happen to Huang Xinyan next? He is still helpless.

What should I do?

Yue Qingling looked up the information in her mind. There was all kinds of knowledge in "Channu Immortal Technique".

It even includes the entire content of "Qingfeng Mingyue Jue".

Yue Qingling read it carefully, and finally found the thirteenth chapter of the Mingyue Chapter.

But after he finished reading it, he felt extremely hopeless.

The cultivation rules set by Empress Qingyue really have no loopholes.

The practitioners who practice the Chan Nu Immortal Technique work for the Qingyue Sect!

Want to run?

Absolutely impossible!

The only way is to seal the three-inch spiritual platform.

But the consequence is that during the isolation period, he will lose his cultivation and return to a mortal.

If you want to open it, it will take a month.

But in this dungeon, what difference does it make whether he is a mortal or not?

It's just a more miserable death.

Moreover, the more Yue Qingling watched Mingyue, the more frightened she became.

The empress' consciousness can enter his three-inch spiritual platform and manipulate his soul at will. This is just the simplest method of control.

There are various refining abilities at the back, and he can even be used as a cauldron.

As long as the empress does a little experiment, he, Yue Qingling, will just have to wait and suffer.

Leng Feiran must not be allowed to study further!

Yue Qingling made up her mind that even if she was killed by this demon sect empress, she would not become her puppet!

"Seal! Seal the three-inch spiritual platform!"

Yue Qingling heard the empress' footsteps.

He made a prompt decision and chose to proclaim himself a cultivator.

"Ahem..."

When the empress came to the door, she heard Yue Qingling's weak coughing.

She was slightly startled, what happened?

Is he sick?

Can the Immortal Lord of Heavenly Cultivation Realm also get sick?

Fortunately, Yue Qingling only choked.

He raised his eyes to look at Leng Feiran, quietly waiting for her decision.

Leng Feiran was in a good mood. She saw that Huang Xinyan's body was no longer in the cell and knew that this man was dead.

As for the dagger, she didn't bother to ask. Yue Qingling didn't have the guts to hide the murder weapon. Even if he did, it would be useless.

She walked in directly, touched the hosta on her head, and smiled sweetly.

"Does it look good?"

Leng Feiran's beauty is heavenly, and her bright red clothes have already enhanced her empress temperament.

With all the jewels on her head, such a jade hairpin is inconspicuous.

But she just felt happy.

I was also excited to ask how Yue Qingling was doing.

Yue Qingling whispered: "It's quite beautiful."

If you don't say this, you will suffer physical pain.

Leng Feiran was even happier. She didn't care about the image of the empress at all. She squatted in front of him and said like a spoiled child, "No, please say a few more words. I want to hear you praise me."

Yue Qingling smiled bitterly: "I...I'm stupid."

Leng Feiran's eyebrows furrowed. For just a moment, her mood became bad.

It's cloudy and sunny, that's how it is.

She stood up and looked at Yue Qingling condescendingly: "You just don't want to praise me, do you?"

As soon as she raised her leg, her long and straight thigh stepped on Yue Qingling's shoulder, making Yue Qingling's body sink.

"Look at the mess you live in. My shoes are all dirty. What should you do?"

Leng Feiranfeng narrowed her eyes and her tone became dangerous.

Yue Qingling lowered her head, bit her lip, and hesitated.

"speak."

Leng Feiran pushed hard with her heel, and Yue Qingling was kicked down.

Leng Feiran smiled slightly.

She liked Yue Qingling's entangled look.

I want to resist but I can’t, I want to try but it’s too shameful.

With such a tangled expression, he was extremely annoyed at the end.

Little Immortal Lord of Yunlin Mountain, you are so cute.

Yue Qingling lowered her eyebrows and whispered softly, "I'll wipe it for you."

Leng Feiran lifted up her skirt, revealing her snow-white stockings.

Red shoes and white stockings, as pretty as flowers.

"You're getting an advantage!"

"..."

...Omit ten thousand words!

"Yue Qingling, are you too courageous?"

Leng Feiran crossed her legs and sat on Yue Qingling's back. She played with his hair with one hand and said in a cold tone.

Yue Qingling was kneeling on the ground. His arms were sore, but he didn't dare to complain at all. When he heard Leng Feiran's words, he remained silent.

Leng Feiran had already noticed that he had blocked the three-inch spiritual platform.

Conflict was inevitable, he had to get through it!

Leng Feiran didn't get up and just sat there.

She said sarcastically: "If you are so eager to cut off the soul, won't your cultivation level be gone? Then after all, aren't you still living in this dungeon?

Just to prevent me from touching your soul? "

Yue Qingling lowered her head and murmured: "The Empress can do whatever she wants, but that way, I really can't bear it."

"hehe!"

Leng Feiran laughed strangely, stood up, looked at Yue Qingling who was kneeling on the ground as a bench and said, "You have made the decision without permission, so you can continue to rot in this dungeon."

After saying that, she was about to get up and leave.

But at this moment, Yue Qingling suddenly breathed a sigh of relief. He couldn't hold it back for a while and smiled softly.

But then, he realized his gaffe and quickly turned into a cough.

However, the empress has turned her head.

She narrowed her phoenix eyes and said indifferently: "Hey, are you still smiling? Are you so happy when I leave?"

Yue Qingling quickly put her head on the ground and said, "The Empress atones, I just coughed."

"You think I'm deaf?"

Leng Feiran refused to leave. She squatted in front of Yue Qingling again. Looking at the young man's slender waist, she suddenly had other thoughts.

This traitor has already sealed his three-inch spiritual platform. He is a useless person.

There is no point in staying in this dungeon anymore.

It’s quite troublesome to run here every day.

Why not take him to the boudoir?