23. 023 Follow to the Dead King's Mansion

The bustling labyrinthine streets, which were originally crowded with people, immediately appeared as soon as the discussion spread.

Sure enough, soon the sound of horses' hooves sounded: "Ride-ride"

The man was dressed in a blue robe, riding smoothly on the body of the day, constantly waving it.

"Yu-Yu Yu" raises the horse's hooves day by day, flies up, several feet high, more than ten meters away.

At the mouth of the alley, the Northern Nightshade looked at the panicked, lost soul and fled the crowd, frowning and puzzled, until he heard the sound of the horse, he understood.

Zhao Xiaodi is also looking for prestige, he is the shameless ancient scumbag! The horse was quite handsome, but although his figure looked chic, it made her heart glow with hatred.

Bei Yingluo didn't have time to pay attention to the merchants doing business on the street, the passers-by who bought all kinds of groceries, handsome and cold-blooded, just wanted to reach the Prime Minister's Mansion and see his Die'er's injuries.

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In front of the Nightfall Palace:

"Girl, this is the place below, but if you are interested in going in and sitting, if you want to drink, this king can accompany you" The Northern Nightshade and her arrived at the gate of the imposing palace one after the other.

He changed quickly, and he put up a prince's shelf at once.

Zhao Xiaodi followed him around the streets for a long time, and he actually went around to the palace!

She understood: "I can't think of it, you are also the prince, it seems that you are no different from the villain of the North Hell, farewell"

Zhao Xiaodi actually expected that Bei Mingluo wanted to humiliate her and sarcastically mock her, and the ill-intentioned man in front of him must be trying to win people's hearts, no matter what she said, she could be regarded as the second lady of the Prime Minister's Mansion, in order to get the power of power, she didn't know what kind of ghost he had in mind.

Zhao Xiaodi turned around and walked quickly away from this palace that was even more gloomy than Luo Wangfu, Luo Wangfu at least had guards, but this palace didn't have any guards, and it seemed to be prosperous and huge.

"Hey, girl, stay here, this king has no malice" Seeing that she was leaving, the Northern Nightfall felt as if something was about to be lost, and stepped on her toes in the air, turning over an arc in the air.

Zhao Xiaodi felt a cold wind blowing on her shoulder, and in a blink of an eye, the man had already blocked her way, and the distance between the two was only 0. 00001 mm.

Her expression caught her eyes, and it was only then that she realized the faux pas and hurriedly left a distance.

"I'm sorry girl, but it's not safe for you to leave, this king can assure you that when you enter the palace, there is your world, and you can do whatever you want, okay?" The Northern Nightfall spoke again, clearing up some of her misunderstandings.

Nightfall Palace*******

"See the Prince"

"See the king"......

One by one, the guards saluted the white figure that came in, too surprised to notice the woman behind him.

"Well, excuse me," Bei Ying frowned and stopped, he was most tired of others kneeling in front of him.

"Yes, Lord Xie" As soon as they raised their eyes, they finally found Zhao Xiaodi, which was even more incredible, they had heard about the prince's return to the house, but they didn't expect to follow a woman!

The Northern Nightshade looked indifferent, very dissatisfied with the eyes they stole from!

The guards noticed that the prince's face was wrong, although they didn't make a sound, they could obviously feel the atmosphere, and immediately lowered their heads, not daring to look anywhere.

It's strange, the prince never likes women! In the entire palace, there is not even a single concubine or concubine, and there are very few maids, but now, there is a woman!

Near the palace of the palace*******

"Hey, that Dead Prince, what do you mean, take me around again" Zhao Xiaodi walked impatiently, this place is boundless, even more than the streets in the city of the Northern Underworld.