Chapter 672: Nine Thousand Years Old (20)
"Stop talking nonsense and give me an antidote."
The system risked his life to refuse: "Your Majesty, don't hang up." โ
Fenghua glanced at it, and saw the latter tremble.
This is your loyal dog's leg, although this eunuch is useless, and he always likes to drop the chain at critical moments, but it is better than talking about nothing, and he can't be killed.
Thinking so, Fenghua took a deep breath.
"What about Ning Jiuque?"
She asked with no emotion in her voice.
The system's mouth was shocked Zhang Dacheng into an "O", and after the reaction came back, the cute voice was very surprised: "Your Majesty, do you want to ......?"
"Say it quickly."
Fenghua held on to the tree and pulled his clothes, the palace here is remote, and there are no patrolling royal guards around, even if the clothes are a little untidy, it doesn't matter, no one will see it.
This medicine is too strong, and it is very evil, it can only be released by men and women, and it is not enough to take a cold shower alone, otherwise Fenghua will not directly let the system give her the antidote.
Since the spicy chicken of the system is useless, and she doesn't want to explode and die young, then she can only ......
Phoenix, brocade.
He had better pray to Heaven that one day it would not fall into her hands.
The woman in palace clothes with purple clothes and black hair and shawl and a red face gritted her teeth.
Red lips and white teeth, smiling.
"Okay, they'll check it out right away." The system froze and said immediately.
Her Majesty the Disgruntled Empress is terrible.
Boom.
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Somewhere in the palace.
The man stood with his hands in his hands, his figure was slender and slender, and he was dressed in purple clothes.
He played with a white magnolia with his fingertips, the orchid was like an epiphany, and it was shocking, but it was not as good as the jade at his fingertips.
Behind him, someone knelt on one knee and pleaded guilty: "Master forgive me, but I still haven't found that thing." โ
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For a long time, there was silence.
A little cold sweat oozed from the man's forehead, and he only felt that the air pressure around his body was getting lower and lower, as if a dark storm was faintly condensed, enough to kill.
After a few moments, the man spoke, revealing a touch of blood on his lips, hidden in the half-light and half-dark shadows.
"After so many years, I still haven't found it."
"What do I want you to do, huh?"
The voice of the beauty of the male and female.
Words and sentences, killing faintly.
Reveals a bloodthirsty taste.
The words fell.
The white magnolia of the man's jade fingertips suddenly flew out and slashed across the cheeks of the kneeling man behind him.
A cold, a pain, a smear of blood.
If you go down three points, it's not just the cheeks that are cut.
But...... Throat.
The eyebrows and eyes of the kneeling man remained unchanged, and he was not frightened into a fuss, nor did he beg for mercy in a panic, but clenched his fists and said word by word: "Thank you for the grace of the master not to kill." โ
"Stand down."
The timbre is faint, and the tone is lazy, just like the murderous person just now, not him.
"Yes." The man replied with his fists clenched, got up, and stepped back.
The movements are neat, without a trace of mud and water, and it can be seen between words and deeds that he is well-trained.
The man stood in place with his hands in his hands.
Through the dense foliage overhead, the bright streamer reflected on his robe.
Rippling, splendid, beautiful.
After a while, he snorted coldly, and turned his head to look somewhere: "Who?" โ
A sharp golden hairpin, close to the back of his neck.
โโฆโฆ Ning Jiu is lacking? The female voice was slightly hoarse, as if forbearing, like fiery.
Sounds bizarre.
Ning Jiu's long eyelashes like a crow's feather drooped slightly, and he looked down at his jade-like fingertips, and his stunning face swept a trace of anger.