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Qingqiu-Baizhan Pavilion

Qing'er came to the door of the Hundred Battles Pavilion, and when the captain of the gate guard saw that it was her, he immediately shouted at his subordinates to open the door and let them go, and greeted him with a smile, "Miss Qing'er, come alone, His Royal Highness the Crown Prince came down once today, and that little girl is ......"

Qing'er's face sank, "How do I know who that little girl is, who can be with His Royal Highness the Crown Prince longer than my young lady?"

The captain of the guard was stunned for a moment, and hurriedly smiled, "Miss Qing'er misunderstood, we are just curious, it's okay, it's okay, please inside!"

Qing'er snorted coldly, waited for the door to open, shook her head and went in.

A group of guards glanced at each other, "This one is swallowing chili peppers today, so choked!"

The captain of the guard snorted coldly, "What a face, it's just a girl, what's the big deal." Close the door, whoever wants to enter and exit again, the stop sign is not allowed to go. ”

"Ordered. The guards shouted in unison, slammed the door shut.

In the Hundred Battles Pavilion, the hundred-story platform, there are still many people, this is the world of battle, everyone comes here to win a better life through battle, higher honor, and the attention of the Qingqiu royal family.

After Qing'er came in, she went straight to the 47th floor, which was the highest floor she could reach when she didn't follow Yun Rou.

In fact, with her ability, she really wants to fight from the first layer, and she can't reach this level at all, but everyone is looking at Yun Ji and the prince's face, and let her.

Out of the ladder, the receiving messenger was a three-tailed gray fox woman, she was wearing an elegant wrap dress, revealing a slender figure and slender waist, a pair of gray eyes flashed with a gentle smile, and stepped forward to salute, "Hello Miss Qing'er, your box is ready, please come with me." ”

Qing'er nodded reservedly and followed the reception messenger towards the box.

There are seats and private rooms on each floor of Baizhan Terrace, and most people like the seats, so you can feel the fun and passion brought by the battle.

However, there are also specially prepared private rooms to facilitate communication and communication, as well as a kind of demonstration of status.

After entering the private room and waiting for the reception messenger to close the door and go out, Qing'er sank her shoulders and took out a black metal box with a square carved pattern from her bosom and placed it on the tea table in the middle.

She bit her fingertips and dripped blood into a hole in the center of the metal box.

A strange sound of metal rubbing and gear turning sounded from the metal box, and a ray of light shot out of the gap, opening up into a cone-shaped light and shadow in mid-air, and a figure slowly revealed its body between this cone-shaped light and shadow.

As soon as Qing'er saw this person, she immediately knelt down and saluted, "Patriarch, Qing'er has something to report." ”

"Yes. A hoarse voice came indistinctly, "What's the matter?"

Qing'er looked up at the figure, "Patriarch, the first battle tripod of the heavenly realm, the soul of the Eight Desolation Tripod suddenly came to Qingqiu. ”

"Huh?" the figure was surprised, "Isn't the Heaven and Earth Bridge closed, how could Bai Ze send the Eight Desolate Ding out of the Heavenly Realm at this time, what is he doing? What is the Eight Desolate Ding doing in Qingqiu? Did he find something ......?"

The figure was silent for a while, Qing'er frowned, and reported to the figure again, "Patriarch, because the prince has been with Biluo in the heavenly realm for hundreds of years, he has a deep affection for her, and the young lady can't get the prince's heart, but ...... put his feelings into it, and now the prince loves Biluo, which makes the young lady very sad. ”