"Princess......" Granny Qin's voice was hoarse, trembling obviously, full of hesitation and unwillingness. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

"Granny Qin, when I saw the birth of this child, when I found that I could not bring happiness and stability to the child, as a mother, I never felt such a failure." The girl rubbed her cheek vigorously on the baby's little face, and then handed her to Granny Qin, who was kneeling on the ground.

"Granny Qin, I beg you, take this child away, and escape as far away as possible." The girl looked at Granny Qin sincerely and said word by word.

"But ......" Just as Granny Qin was still about to say more, the surrounding enchantment trembled slightly.

The girl's expression was dazed, and she immediately said in a tough tone: "Quick, go through the back door, there is only time for half a stick of incense." After that, it will be carried out according to the 'C' plan. ”

Granny Qin understood that now was no longer the time to persuade, so she took the baby girl, bowed deeply to the girl, and then exited the bedroom.

Outside the dormitory, the white-robed man and the silver-haired old man stood at the front, and the palace maids stood in several rows. Under the stairs, the first few palace maids were a little excited, because they would be the personal maids of the future prince, and they would have a great opportunity to become phoenixes near the water in the future.

However, everyone waited quietly and did not make any sound, even if it was a celebrity around the Dragon Emperor, even if it was an incomparably noble divine master, they could not afford to take the responsibility of "letting the dragon have an accident for their own reasons".

About another tea time passed, and there was still no sound in the dormitory. The silver-haired old man looked relaxed, still waiting with his hands bowed respectfully; At this time, the white-robed divine master on the other side began to frown slightly, sensing a trace of abnormality.

"No!!" This piercing roar tore through the silence of the present, with blood and hatred in the voice, like a roar, more like a cry, "Child! Give back my baby! ”

The silver-haired old slave was stunned for a moment by a roar to the sky, and when he came back to his senses and found that the situation was wrong, the divine master beside him had already turned into a white light and rushed into the house.

"...... Niangniang, what's wrong, what about Longzi...... "The old slave fell half a step and ran in step by step.

At this time, the bedroom was already in shambles: the table had been overturned, the chair had broken, and only a small piece of the red bed curtain was still hanging. The girl's body was full of vitality, her red and swollen eyes kept flowing with tears, and she murmured: "Child...... My kids ......"

When the silver-haired old slave saw this scene, he broke out in a cold sweat. To put it nicely, he is the most proud slave around the Dragon Emperor, and it is the greatest honor to be able to welcome the birth of the prince, but now, the blessing has become bad luck, and losing the prince is equivalent to losing his head.

As soon as he thought of this, the old slave's legs were weak, and he knelt on the ground with a "pop", and struggled in his heart for a while, so he quickly crawled to the edge of the girl's bed, swallowed his saliva, and asked as loudly as possible: "Niangniang, where is Xiaolongzi?" What the hell is going on? ”

Maybe the vitality around was too riotous, or maybe the girl was still immersed in endless grief, and the old slave's inquiries were like a stone in the sea, and there was no reply at all.

The priest surnamed Mu clutched the cuffs that were dancing in the vitality, lowered his head, and walked around the bed, his eyebrows tightly locked. The "Dragon Descending Text" engraved on the ground has been destroyed into powder, and even if there is half a trace of fragmentation, he can track down the dragon through "leading the way with the text"; The irritable vitality in the house has spread to a radius of ten miles, although it is mixed with the breath of an old slave surnamed Qin, it is very weak and cannot be locked at all.

The silver-haired old slave seemed to be dozens of years old in an instant, his hands trembled, and he tried to stand up by holding on to the edge of the bed, but he fell to the ground again. "Divine Master ......", the old slave looked at the white-robed young man pitifully, and among the people present, he could only ask for help from the Divine Master.

The priest surnamed Mu snorted lightly, glanced at the girl again, and walked straight to the door.

When the silver-haired old man thought that he was hopeless, a man's voice suddenly sounded in his ears: "If I were you, I wouldn't be stupid to kneel here and wait for death, hurry up and inform Your Majesty, the sooner he knows, the more likely your head will be saved." ”

"Yes, yes, yes!" The silver-haired old slave seemed to have grasped the life-saving straw, immediately got up, and hurriedly saluted the girl, "Don't worry, Your Majesty will definitely chase the little prince back!" That slut will surely be punished with the harshest punishment in the history of his country! ”

The old slave's tone was a little firm and a little comforting, but in fact, most of them were comforting themselves and cheering themselves up.

The girl looked at the back of the silver-haired old man who was far away, took a deep breath, and her eyes seemed even more hollow, as if anything in the rest of her life had nothing to do with her.

Just as the palace people outside the hall began to whisper, and their faces showed a worried face, the silver-haired old man ran out of the dormitory, and the golden rune paper in his hand was torn apart in public, turning into a golden dragon, and flying to the location of the dormitory where the Dragon Emperor was retreating.

This dormitory is located in the middle of Longxin Pond, and the lake is like a mirror, with very few ripples. Tonight's moonlight is cloudy, so the area is a bit dark.

There is a coiled dragon pillar on each side of the dormitory, which is the formation hub of the entire dragon heart pool, and the four pillars must be broken to break into the dormitory. However, there have been countless "death guards" under the Dragon Emperors of all dynasties, especially since the previous generation of Dragon Emperors, they began to select the most perfect elite four people from the death guards, and gave them the names "Qing", "Bai", "Zhu" and "Xuan" respectively.

In the gloomy night, a glimmer of golden light flew towards the dormitory in the middle of the lake. Seeing that the golden dragon was about to penetrate into the dormitory, suddenly a cyan giant hand in the void grabbed the dragon's body, and the little dragon struggled a few times, and then turned into a text in mid-air.

"Your Majesty, something is wrong, the Seventh Prince was kidnapped by Qin Wan in the Niangniang Palace, and now his life and death are uncertain, and his whereabouts are unknown."

The golden text lasted for about half an hour before slowly dissipating.

"Qing, what's going on? Just the Imperial Bun Legend? "Outside the dormitory in the middle of the lake, with a red light, a samurai in blood-red armor appeared on the stairs outside the hall.

"Hmph, don't those stupid slaves know that His Majesty the Dragon Emperor is in retreat, and they are disturbing with some sesame seeds!" From mid-air appeared a strong man in gray armor and carrying a giant axe, his words full of dissatisfaction.

Then, a puff of white smoke passed through the two of them, and the long-haired man with two unsheathed swords hanging from his waist stood in front of the stairs without saying a word.

The staircase was originally empty, but as the three of them gathered, a shadowy blue light appeared, and then a man with a green dragon cane, wearing a dark green cloak, stood in front of the three of them.

The man coughed, and said in an unhurried tone: "The Dragon Emperor's retreat is at a critical moment, and when he entered the retreat, he told him not to disturb unless the sky fell. The man paused, rubbed his left hand, and the golden text appeared in mid-air again.

"But now, the sky is not falling, but it is also soon."

"Shhhh This group of waste, even a dragon can't protect it......" The strong man in gray armor was about to interject, but he was pointed at by the green dragon's cane.

The man continued: "Without further ado, Bai, you immediately set off to chase back the dragon son, and before Your Majesty leaves the customs, you must let the dragon son return safely." Before the voice fell, white light flashed and jumped on the surface of the lake several times, piercing in the direction of the Nanhuan Hall like an arrow.