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Seeing that Yu Mengmeng was in a trance, Qinghe grabbed her arm and said, "Sister Yu, since you have already stood in this position, just do your best." You have to believe in the king's vision, he must have a reason for choosing you to be the right attendant who has been vacant for many years. And, all this year, he has been watching it in his eyes. Mo Chang, who was originally deeply dissatisfied with her being the right attendant, also made a stumbling block for her, and now he has relieved her. Doesn't this mean that she still has some talent?

Originally, Yu Mengmeng was moved by him, but when Qinghe talked about Di Xuanche, her whole emotion collapsed. Some looked at Qinghe with a smile on their faces: It's because Di Xuanche chose it that I can't feel at ease!

Who knows, Di Xuanche is not an emperor who can be looked at with ordinary eyes at all. Yu Mengmeng, who has been tortured to death by him for the past year, has a deep understanding of this, and the feeling in the first half of the year is that he was almost played to death! The feeling in the second half of the year is that he is playing leisurely, for fear that he will die and have no fun. Now, it seems to be only slightly better.

For example, everyone else thought that he had left himself in the ghost town to train her guts. In fact, the actual process is like this: after Di Xuanche found out that he was afraid of ghosts, he looked at her with bad eyes, raised his eyebrows and hummed twice, grabbed himself and threw himself from the air in the group of ghosts, and looked very happy on it. Three days later, he was numb in the group of ghosts, and he felt that there was no excitement, so he threw himself into hell and turned layer by layer, during which the playful ghost king came to her whenever he was free, and he took her wherever he was terrible, and said anything to her about what was terrible.

After she collapsed several times, she gradually tempered into the strong heart she is now!

So, who knows if this thing is because he saw that he was a newcomer and let himself pick the beam, so that the beam could smash her to death?

She sighed and said in her heart, Brother Qinghe is still too naïve.

The westernmost part of the territory of the undead.

Large swaths of the land here are covered in snow and ice all year round, and the north wind of hunting sweeps through the snow particles that are as hard as frozen sand. The gray sky stretches endlessly, no matter where you are, you can't see clearly, and the snow particles that scrape on your face hurt.

A man with a scepter, dressed in black, stood in front of a dark-looking mountain. From a distance, it seems that he is the only one in heaven and earth, lonely and misty.

Suddenly, an image that moved extremely fast, as if it was a hallucination, appeared, and before the extreme person reacted, this image had already arrived in front of the man in black. When he stood still, he could vaguely see that this was a woman from the height of his figure.

The woman stretched out a pair of white and slender hands, and lifted the hood that covered most of her delicate smiling faces, revealing a face that was very suitable for the snow. Her pink lips opened slightly, and she spat out a sound as pleasant as a silver bell. She looks arrogant, but no matter how you look at it, she is beautiful and beautiful, and she has a helpless and vulgar temperament. She said, "Old priest, please come with me to the prince's palace." ”

"Prince?" The man in black had a determined and stubborn look on his weathered face, and he motionlessly asked, "Which prince?" ”

"Hahahaha......" The woman laughed wildly, and the edge of the cloak she had been holding in her hand was raised to the side, fanning like a hunting flag. After she had laughed enough, she looked at the priest and said, "Who does the priest think?" Why don't you divination, is there a second prince in our royal family? ”

The priest's face changed, and he looked at the woman and said in horror, "You actually ......"

Before the priest could finish speaking, the woman interrupted him, and her eyes were full of blatant ferocity and menace. Her voice seemed colder than the storm in the western lands.

"I kindly advise the priests to say whatever they have to say. You'd better shut up when you shouldn't have said it. ”

The priest ignored her, and drew a spell on his scepter in the snow, and measured. Later, the gray beard moved, and I silently read in my heart: The general trend is coming!

So the priest stopped talking nonsense with the woman. He took a step, his feet finally stepping out of the snow as if they had been coiled on the ground, and his inky boots stepped on the hard, thick snow.

Looking at the place where his feet had stood, and where the scepter had been, it was impossible to see the bottom clearly. Even the well-informed Yourong couldn't help but marvel at the perseverance of the old priest, and it seemed that he didn't know how long he had been standing here.

The priest let Yourong lead the way, and both of them turned into phantoms and galloped all the way to the palace.

Leaving the western border, what comes into my eyes is indeed an ordinary demon realm. There is no snow and sand flying in the sky, but a bizarre, beautiful and sad place.

The priest shook his head as he stepped into the palace gate.

Led by the woman, the priest entered the second prince's temple unimpeded. Then Yourong first took off his cloak and handed it to the little maid Shui'er on the side, and then entered the hall cleanly. After taking the clothes, Na Shui'er immediately bowed down and took her clothes out of the temple.

Shu Lang was sitting with his eyes closed, and when he heard the footsteps in the temple, he opened his eyes and smiled: "The old priest is here?" ”

"The old man has seen the Second Highness." The priest hurriedly saluted, and a smile appeared on his resolute face, diluting the seriousness on his face.

"The old priest doesn't have to be polite." Shu Lang got up and stretched out his hand to signal. "You may be seated."

"Thank you, Your Highness." When the old priest heard this, he sat down on a chair beside him.

Seeing the old priest sitting down, Shu Lang immediately ordered: "Look at the tea." ”

Xu is Shu Lang's heart is extremely urgent to do something, so he doesn't gossip too much. As soon as the old priest had drunk half of the tea, he went straight to the point and asked, "Presumably, with the old priest's cultivation, why did I invite the priest to come before I came?" ”

"The second prince doesn't have to worry too much. No matter what the prince sends, the old man must obey. "The priest knows that the destiny of heaven is coming, and the next king of the undead must be the one in front of him. As a priest of the undead, he should serve the new Lord.

Shu Lang smiled when he heard this, and when he spoke to the priest, his eyes had already looked at a small bottle on the table more than once. He asked, "So, the old priest came here of his own free will?" ”

When the old priest heard this, he hurriedly bowed his hand and said, "The second prince does not need to be suspicious, you are the only prince left in the undead clan, and you will be the king of our clan in the future." That being the case, why bother to prevaricate when you are old. ”