The girl, who was sitting in the cell with her back against the hard wall, heard the voice, and between the few strands of white hair on her forehead, she suddenly raised her bloody eyes full of evil qi and looked at the jailer. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

Sharp as a sheathed sword.

In just a moment, the five big and three thick jailers' souls trembled.

That kind of look, like a poisonous poppy, made him fall and devoured him.

When he reacted, he was furious, opened the cell door with the key that flashed with cold light, and walked into the iron prison, savagely and rudely trying to snatch the kraft paper in the light singer.

Qingge held the kraft paper in his hand, and his feet, which were bound by the chains, suddenly lifted up, grabbed the jailer's neck, and then fell sideways, smashing the jailer to the ground.

The burly and fierce jailer seemed to be struggling, and Qingge removed his foot, and suddenly, the foot infused with turbulent spiritual energy, kicked the man's half-masked face, and actually kicked the jailer out, and the huge body smashed the iron prison.

The other dozens of jailers all looked at this side and surrounded the cells of this small world.

The jailer who was kicked by Qingge walked in with a menacing stride, seeing that the atmosphere was in full swing, Qingge raised his fist high in front of the man, and then stretched out his hand, and in his palm was a crumpled kraft paper, faintly visible seven-star gears reflecting a beautiful flow of fire.

"Do you want this? I'll give it to you. A smile appeared on the delicate face hidden among the white hair.

The man stopped, looked at the palm of the light song, and was about to reach out to take it, but suddenly, he saw a ball of brown paper on the light singer, spontaneously igniting a bewitching flame.

The flames, as if spiritual, rushed towards the man's face.

The flames burned the man's face beyond recognition, and the mask instantly turned into ashes, and at a glance, the flesh and blood were blurred.

The others all watched in amazement at this bloody scene, and they didn't even have time to react.

There was a faint smile on the corner of Qingge's mouth, but his eyebrows were full of murderous coldness.

The man rolled on the ground with the pain on his face, covering his face with his hands, endless blood flowing from his fingers, and a beastly roar kept ringing.

Qingge glanced lightly at the iron chains that shackled his limbs, stared at his eyes, his mind and body moved slightly, and the spiritual power poured out, crushing over it like a sword, and when he landed, the four iron chains and the iron rings on his wrists and ankles became fragments, dancing in the wind.

She was like a Shura god of death, walking towards the outside of the cell step by step, the jailers pointed at her with swords, but they didn't dare to act rashly, and they all moved backwards in unison.

"Why are you stunned, give it to me, if the queen knows, don't want to live!"

Among the jailers, I don't know which man suddenly spoke.

Suddenly, dozens of jailers in the small cell all rushed towards Qingge, and the other jailers also came here one after another.

Qingge was bare-handed, but her slender and delicate body burst out with infinite power.

The moment his eyes turned green, he controlled the ice with one hand and the fire with the other.

When countless jailers pounced, she was agile, bending down like a ghost and sliding from the lower end, and behind the jailers and the others, she wrapped her arms around a person's neck from behind, and pressed the other hand on the person's skull.

There was a click, and the neck broke.

Throwing the man's body on the ground, Qingge aimed at the armory table at a glance, flew over, and kicked the torture armory table with one kick.

Suddenly, swords, guns, swords, halberds, and various weapons flew through the sky, piercing the necks of many people.

Qingge took down a snake whip next to the armory table, and she walked forward slowly, as if she was in Senluo Hell, countless jailers pounced, and she swept away with a whip, and she took a few lives.

The soft snake whip was like a hard blade in her hand, and it was everywhere.

Fortunately, this is a cell, the passage is relatively small, and the more jailers there are, the more chaotic it becomes.

In such a battle, she alone gains the advantage.

The jailers were in a hurry.

Qingge recalled the brown paper that depicted the map of the cell, Qingge's eyes flashed slightly, and he quickly entered another way.

The speed was extremely fast, and with a ghostly figure, he dodged the layers of jailers, stuck to the cell door, and walked through various openings.

When we finally reached the last door, we were just one foot away.

Qingge clenched his whip tightly, and flung it towards the red lacquer door.

Instantly, the door shattered to scum with the power of the snake whip.

However, Qingge did not have the joy of running away and was about to succeed, but his mind became more and more solemn.

After the door shattered, a starry light shone in.

Glaring-

Qingge narrowed her eyes.

The streamer disappeared, and Qingge stood at the threshold, coldly looking at the scenery on the other side of the door.

The dark space, like an underground palace, is full of gloom.

On a purple soft leather chair, the bewitching and plump woman reclined on the couch, one leg either bent or stretched, revealing from the slit of the hem of the close-fitting robe, snow-white and slender, like a stunner in the world.

The upper part of the woman's face is covered with half a butterfly-like mask, this scarlet mask only covers the woman's eyes, and the straight nose and red lips are extremely sexy.

Next to the purple leather chair, a man in a green robe knelt on the ground, his slender hands on the woman's body and rubbing her shoulders.

The man's green silk hung down softly, and he was only loosely tied with a long rouge rope.

The shirt was also worn improperly, reaching the thighs, with a meteor decoration hanging down at the end of the shirt, and the upper body, the placket was open, revealing a delicate and silky skin that could be blown and broken like mutton fat jade, with attractive collarbones and a crimson neck.

"It's worthy of the famous night light song, when I saw it today, the rumors are true, even my minions can't help you."

The woman's hand painted with red nails brushed the broken hair in front of her forehead, and the narrow phoenix eyes revealed in the butterfly mask were stunningly beautiful.

Qingge looked at a man and a woman with a cold gaze.

"Her Royal Highness the Queen, I see that your Yintang is black, is it because of excessive indulgence and flower willow disease, right?" The way of the light song and ridicule.

The woman on the purple chair seems to be the Queen of the Far North, and as for the man who is more feminine than a woman, it seems that he is one of the three thousand beauties in the harem of the Queen of the Far North, and it may also be the most favored one as Lin Chong said.

When Qingge finished speaking, the temperature around him seemed to drop suddenly.

The Queen of the Far North narrowed her eyes and smiled murderously.

The man who understood her stopped massaging, stood up, took out a short and delicate dagger from his arms, and threw it towards Qingge.

The dagger landed beside Qingge, and Qingge's hands clenched slightly.

"Do it yourself."

The man's voice was very delicate, "Her Majesty can't see the bloody scene, you quickly take out the snow spirit beads, Your Majesty is in a good mood, maybe I can spare your life." ”

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