The prince in the prison is not outstanding, and the facial features embedded in the face, whether they are combined or looked at separately, are ordinary and unremarkable, partial to life, just such a face, which makes people look extremely comfortable, refreshed, and like a spring breeze. Pen fun and pavilion www.biquge.info

"This is the oldest prince of Nanming, he is Chinese New Year's Eve five years old today, he broke his leg at the age of twenty, and he was infected with wind and cold at the age of twenty-five, which penetrated deep into his lungs, and he has not been well all year round." The young man leaned into Qingge's ear and said softly.

Qingge nodded, she glanced at the lock on the cell door, and with a slight pinch of her fingers, the aura erupted, bursting the silver-colored and solid lock.

The boy stepped forward and opened the cell door.

Qingge walked into the prison, stood in front of the prince, looked at him condescendingly, and asked, "Why are you being locked up here?" ”

"Girl?"

The prince closed the book in his hand, and put it on his legs slowly and gently, his legs were covered with a milky white blanket, although he was in a wheelchair, he did not have the aura of not being angry and threatening, but that kind of temperament was to make people surrender willingly.

Some people can win the world and win the hearts of the people without spending a single soldier.

"The Marquis of the Northern Moon An, the night is a light song." Qingge raised her eyebrows lightly and said.

"Beiyue, Marquis An."

The prince lowered his eyes, carefully rubbed Qingge's words, seemed to have thought for a long time, he raised a pair of black eyes, with a smile in his eyes, and looked at Qingge, "It turned out to be a girl from the empire, but the four empires, hundreds of affiliated small countries, a woman who is a marquis is really rare, not to mention a little girl with immature eyebrows." ”

Qingge looked at the prince appreciatively, she came strongly, the outside was huge, he was in a wheelchair like a nobody, immersed in his own world, even if someone recklessly broke in, he was not angry.

"Do you want to be king?" The light song is straightforward and straight to the point.

"King? The King of the South Hades? Sorry, I'm not interested. The prince said lightly.

"As the king of the Southern Underworld, you will be able to dominate the Southern Underworld, and you will not have to be confined to this narrow prison." Qingge seduced.

The prince looked at Qingge in surprise, and then looked at the boxy prison, for a long time, his eyes were shining, burning like peach blossoms, "Do you think this is a prison?" ”

"Isn't it?" Qingge frowned.

The prince smiled lightly, and the smile filled his eyes, "People whose hearts are shackled are imprisoned everywhere, people who care about the world, even if they are in prison, they have their own vast world, little girl, I am Chinese New Year's Eve five years old today, before the age of twenty, I am the East Palace of the South Underworld, the South Expedition and the Northern War, expand the territory of the South Underworld, and become the supreme god of war of the South Underworld, I have brought countless glory to the South Underworld, my father is proud of me, my brother took advantage of my unpreparedness, and designed to make me lose my legs, I was angry and went to the king's castle in a wheelchair, the king of the South Underworld, My father saw that I could not stand up again, and although he knew the truth, he had no intention of vending me. ”

"He said, "Don't mess around."

"I used to hate being used, but now I am sad to find that I have the qualifications to be used, there is a meaning in life, even if I fight all the way, it is better than being lonely like this."

The prince said gently, "Now, I am thirty-five years old, precipitated the vicissitudes of life, what about the princes and generals, after death, not all of them are a handful of loess, my heart is in the world, so, girl, what you see is a prison, and this is the home I am accustomed to." ”

Qingge looked at the gentle man in front of him in shock, he was once the god of war in the south and the majestic East Palace, and now he said that the prison was his home.

Singing and laughing, the child is not a fish, and you know the joy of fish.

Nightmare's voice sounded in Qingge's mind, "I can heal his leg." ”

"Will the healing process hurt you?" Qingge asked.

With Ji Yue, a brutal demon by his side, Qingge is particularly concerned about this matter.

When Wei heard Qingge's words, she was stunned, she was caring about him and not letting him harm herself.

There seems to be a warm flow in my heart—

Oh, he's just a skeleton and no heart.

"No, it won't." For a long time, Nightmare said.

Singing lightly, he solemnly arched his hands to the man, hugged his fists, and said with a serious face: "His Royal Highness the Prince, I wonder if Benhou has the honor to make you the king of Nanming?" ”

"Do I have to?" The prince asked.

"You have to." He paused and said, "A friend of mine can heal your legs." ”

The prince looked at Qingge in surprise, and after a long time, he said, "No need." ”

"Don't you want to stand up?" This is the first time I have met a person like the Prince of Nanming.

The prince smiled: "It's comfortable to sit, but it's tiring to stand." ”

He can fight on the battlefield and conquer everything, and he can strategize and win thousands of miles.

"What about the king, then?" Qingge asked.

The attitude of this prince really made her puzzled.

"An Guohou warmly invited, but I was disrespectful." The man said gently.

A smile bloomed on Qingge's face, and she was better than a hundred flowers.

At this time, in the Blue Castle, the people of the Southern Underworld began to be in turmoil.

Their king was killed in front of them, and although they were afraid of Ji Yue, the humiliation in their bones made them start to move.

"The king died unjustly, kill them and avenge the king!"

"Kill!"

“……”

Shouts of killing came and went.

Ji Yue frowned, with his temperament, with a wave of his big hand, the power of the demon king was released, and these people would definitely be wiped out and starved all over the ground.

It's just that he can't do that.

His girl has already been named a murderer, and if he kills people again, he is afraid that it will not be good for his girl.

The monster that others resent, he protects like a treasure.

His girl, he himself spoiled and guarded.

It is precisely because he loves this girl deeply that he is willing to draw the ground as a prison, thrilling, moths to the fire, even if it is impossible to recover, he will accompany her for the rest of her life.

Murderous -

Suddenly, the sound stopped abruptly.

On the top of the circular staircase, an aura barrier paved road, and the wheelchair slid down from the aura barrier, and Qingge pushed the wheelchair and walked down.

Inside the castle, there was a dead silence.

Everyone looked at the prince in a wheelchair in amazement, his legs were covered with blankets, his white and delicate hands were holding ancient books, and the wooden wheelchair lined him with classical elegance.

This is the original god of war in the Southern Underworld, the prince of the East Palace.

"Lord, you're out?"

A burly man rushed forward, knelt in front of his wheelchair, bowed his head on the man's legs, and wept silently.

The man in the wheelchair looked at the crowd with a smile, "What, don't you welcome me?" ”

Another man in armor stepped forward, with tears in his eyes, and suddenly knelt on the ground, "How can you not welcome the Lord, fifteen years ago, the Lord gave up the position of general and abandoned us, but we have always welcomed the Lord." ”

"What is the lord or not...... the lord is not the lord" Qingge glanced at the man indifferently and said, "This is your king, the king of the Southern Underworld." ”

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