Tsundere Empress: Immortal Supreme? Just a Provocative Disciple

Huang Xinning asked subconsciously: "Do you need me to accompany you?"

She felt empty after not seeing Yue Qingling for a day.

Leng Feiran waved her hand and said, "Okay, don't worry, you still don't understand how important Yue Qingling is to me?

Just rest honestly. "

After she finished speaking, she flashed and disappeared.

It’s still that high mountain, and it’s still the same dungeon that hollowed out the mountain.

The eighteen levels of dungeon are called the eighteen levels of hell.

Yue Qingling was imprisoned on the 19th floor.

It is already the deepest part of the mountain.

Leng Feiran came down slowly. She fell directly from the top of the mountain.

It's too troublesome to walk up the steps one by one.

She opened a well that goes straight up and down specifically for the 90th floor.

From here you can drop directly to the 19th floor, which can be said to be a direct passage.

She really took great pains to control Yue Qingling.

When she arrived outside Yue Qingling's cell door, she saw him sitting quietly cross-legged with his back to the fence.

"Qingling, where are you practicing?"

Leng Feiran said hello with a smile and a normal tone.

Since he has nowhere to escape and has become his own, there is no need to scare him every day.

It is also very comfortable to chat with the people you like.

She took out the key and opened the door.

When Yue Qingling heard Leng Feiran's movements, she was so frightened that her body trembled slightly.

Leng Feiran hasn't been here for a long time.

But every time she came, she would lose half her life.

Are you here suddenly to collect public grain?

He stood up slowly, turned around, and said in a slightly trembling tone: "Master, are you here? I don't practice. I'm just thinking about what happened before. I don't know how to practice. I don't have any thoughts of running away, not at all. .”

Leng Feiran came here to do business. When she opened the cell door, she was still thinking that this time she must talk about business first before doing anything else.

But seeing his timid look, an unknown fire suddenly surged up.

Yue Qingling's clothes were a little damaged at this time, but the white clothes were obviously just changed and looked clean.

He likes to dress neatly and rarely reveals anything by deliberately leaving his buttons unbuttoned.

However, the belt was torn, so the clothes looked baggy.

His black hair hung down, and there was no turban or crown for him to use.

There was a hint of grievance on the handsome and cold face hidden by a few strands of hair, but this grievance was not the kind of bitterness and hatred. On the contrary, it only made him look more delicious.

Leng Feiran stared hard at the most beautiful resource in her dungeon, and had forgotten all about the business.

This is really a little fairy who brings disaster to the country and the people. Look at your waxy appearance!

You just owe...!

Leng Feiran thought about it, the business was not urgent anyway, the matter in front of her was the most urgent.

She walked over carelessly, stretched out her hand and started to tear Yue Qingling's clothes.

"Master, don't tear it up, I will do it myself..."

Yue Qingling didn't have much clothes, so he quickly begged.

Leng Feiran slapped his hand gently: "Go! If you tear it apart, can't I give you a new one? Just shut up, do you hear me?"

Don't be a spoiler. "

Yue Qingling could only accept the anger and stop talking.

There was no one else in the cell this time, and Leng Feiran didn't bother to torture Yue Qingling. She just wanted the happiness that a wife should have.

For the first time, Yue Qingling didn't feel so scary. He catered to her in a low voice, for fear that the Empress of the Demon Cult would use another trick.

"Why……"

Leng Feiran lay on the bed and exhaled slowly.

Yue Qingling lay beside her, not daring to breathe.

Did it go so well today?

No way?

Sure enough, when it comes to tossing people, Leng Feiran will never disappoint.

She turned around, hugged Yue Qingling's neck, and said with some reluctance: "Qingling, do you think I am the empress?"