The thirteenth prince did not let Murong Qingran get up, but Murong Qingran stood up straight after saluting.

What about the king of Chu, she is not afraid of him.

"Bold!" Xiao Yan shouted.

"You're bold!" The octagonal immature children's voice overshadowed Xiao Yan.

Xiao Yan only promised, "The disciple knows his mistakes. Uncle Octagon was angry. ”

The thirteenth prince retracted his gaze and said slowly, "Since you have guessed the identity of this king, Murong Qingran, you have no plans for this king?" With her coldness, she was willing to save him, it must be because she guessed that his identity was not ordinary, and she didn't take advantage of it, but she was afraid that she would feel that she couldn't get over it.

Murong Qingran approached the thirteenth prince, in the hazy moonlight, her cold eyes, like a sharp knife piercing the thirteenth prince's heart, together with her indifferent words, were equally hurtful, "I figure, the prince knows everything; But I also know a little bit about what the prince is planning. Thirteen princes, King of Chu, Zhao Run, I don't know what I should call you, hehe, but it doesn't matter, from now on, we are allies, if the prince can help me achieve what I want, I will definitely help the prince have no regrets in this life. ”

This is a calm woman.

Know how to observe words and colors, know how to guide according to the situation, and know how to demagogue.

The Thirteenth Prince smiled, "What can you give to this king?" But in the smile, there seems to be a bit of incomprehensible emotion.

"Naturally, it is what the prince wants the most." Murong Qingran suddenly put his hand on the shoulder of the thirteenth prince, and smiled lightly, making the thirteenth prince's heart tremble.

Enchantress. Xiao Yan scolded secretly.

The thirteenth prince was shocked and wanted to push her away, but his hands seemed to freeze and he couldn't move.

Although he is a noble of the heavenly family, and the beauties in the palace are like clouds, he spends most of his time cultivating on Qi Mountain, and even if he goes down the mountain, he will not stay for a long time, so Murong Qingran is the first to let a woman stay by his side for so many years. The Thirteenth Prince's face turned gloomy in an instant to hide the panic in his heart, "Murong Qingran, it's best, you can remember today's promise." ”

"Thank you, Lord Chu." Taking a step back, Murong Qingran saluted respectfully.

"Sister Murong, Senior Brother Thirteen, what are you talking about." Octagon opened his curious little eyes.

Murong Qingran knocked him on the head, "What about the spring, did you find it?" ”

Octagon pointed ahead, "In that direction, I saw that there was still a hundred-year-old pine there. ”

It's so dark, cumin can still be seen so clearly, Murong Qingran couldn't help but sigh, she knew it was like this, five years ago, she should have agreed to go to Qishan to apprentice and learn some Qishan Taoism and swordsmanship, so that she can walk like them in the mountains and forests today, instead of climbing the mountain with difficulty, and after taking two steps, she was tired and out of breath.

Woo......

As soon as the octagonal voice fell, a ghostly voice sounded, and then, the voice became closer and closer.

Someone is pretending to be a ghost again!

How many evil ghosts are there in this Mantou Mountain?

Could it be that the demons have been following them?

The thirteenth prince and Murong Qingran exchanged glances, and Bajiao had just defeated a wicked person who was pretending to be a ghost, and his courage became bigger, "Sister Murong, Bajiao protects you." ”

"Put out the torch." Holding more than a dozen torches, for fear that others would not know that they were here, although Murong Qingran was afraid of the dark, for the sake of everyone's safety, he asked the Thirteenth Prince to order these black-clothed guards of his to extinguish the torches.

"Do you think that if you put out these torches, those people won't be able to see us?" But those who have a foundation in martial arts will not be affected when they see things in the dark, the only difference is that people with deep internal strength can see farther, and people with weak internal strength can see closer, the thirteenth prince sneered at Murong Qingran's ignorance.

Murong Qingran's face turned red, she didn't have martial arts, so naturally she didn't know how far those who knew martial arts could see in the dark, but just now cumin, a ten-year-old child, could see ten zhang away, then, the thirteenth prince, those people, what she saw was far more than she could have imagined.

"But it's better than carrying a dozen torches."

Sure enough, it was a heartless woman, and the thirteenth prince was so faceless that he was refuted by Murong Qingran, so he said, "Put out the torch." ”

As soon as the order was given, all the torches held in the hands of the eighteen black-clothed guards were extinguished, and the surroundings immediately fell into deeper darkness.

Murong Qingran was afraid of the dark, and dizziness struck, and she clenched her bare hand in fright.

"Wait next to me later, don't lose it." The next moment, a pair of big hands came up and wrapped Murong Qingran's cold plain hands.

Murong Qingran struggled.

"I want to hit this king again." The thirteenth prince did not prevent Murong Qingran from habitually raising his bare hand to slap him, he struck first and tightly restrained her bare hand.

Murong Qingran was stunned for a moment, and suddenly wanted to laugh in his heart, but he was really scared by her.

"Murong Qingran, I'll settle this account with you when I go back." The thirteenth prince dragged Murong Qingran forward.

"Thirteenth Senior Brother, there are eight anise, and so on." Octagon grievances, in the past, the thirteenth senior brother was the first to think of him, and now, the thirteenth senior brother dragged Sister Murong away, but forgot him, woo, thirteenth senior brother, the octagonal is still here.

"Uncle Octagonal." How dare Xiao Yan walk in front of the octagon, there is a ten-year-old octagonal junior uncle here, and he, a disciple of the Qishan faction with a low rank, will never have the moment when he straightens his waist.

Woo......

The ghost howled loudly, more poignantly, louder and louder than before.

"Ignorant junior, dare to break into the resting place of this seat and look for death!"

The ghost-faced man went and returned, and it seemed that he had brought a group of disciples to help out.

The thirteenth prince clenched his fists, "Dare to ask who your Excellency is?" ”

Where are the people? It was dark ahead, and Murong Qingran looked carefully for a long time, but he didn't find the person, but listening to the voice, it was indeed coming from there.

"Haha......" ghost laughter is endless.

"I don't even know about this seat, so I dare to break in, boy, don't think that with your master's support, this seat won't dare to kill you! Hehha...... Your master was sent away by this seat in a few words, and now, even the Great Luo Immortal in the sky can't save you! ”

The ghost-faced man was proud, Qi Yu, a cultivator, how could he have thought that he would come back again, hehe, the soldiers are not tired of deceit, Qi Yu, these two disciples of your Qishan faction, let this seat teach you well today.

"Uncle Junior, you go first, and leave it to me here." Xiao Yan drew his sword and took the black-clothed guards to block in front of the Thirteen Princes, Murong Qingran and others.

The thirteenth prince was confused, for no reason, how did he mention the master.

Bajiao said loudly in a childish voice, "You bad guys, since you know how powerful my master uncle is, don't leave quickly, when my master uncle arrives, I will definitely arrest you all and put you in the Dan furnace!" ”

"Little Taoist, it's a little bit bold, it's better to abandon Qishan and worship this seat as a teacher." The ghost-faced man saw Octagon, a ten-year-old child wearing a Taoist robe, and at a young age, his whole body was condensed with a heroic aura, and he secretly said, such a good foundation, if he cultivates it well, he will definitely be able to strengthen the ghost gate one day.

"Si Kou Zhong, the master of the Ghost Gate!" The Thirteenth Prince finally remembered the ghost gate that was far away in the mountains five years ago, and his face changed dramatically, "You guys are back!" ”R1154