The slender fingers raised slightly, carelessly straightened out the scattered hair on the side of the face, hooked behind the ear, and then, with a turn of the hand, gently held the pair of sharp horns, the woman smiled lightly, and smiled at the beast under her.

"Good."

As she spoke, her white fingertips swept over the tip of the sharp horns, stroked it lightly a few times, felt its sharpness, her thin lips rose a little more, the woman tilted her head, and fell on Gong Zhaohui's gloomy face with a deep gaze, and her smiling eyebrows and eyes were crooked.

"Your Majesty."

The clear eyes blinked, paused, the woman chuckled, the smile did not reach the bottom of her eyes, the corners of her mouth hooked a shallow arc, and continued: "Please advise." ”

When the words fell, the fierce beast directly raised its feet and took a heavy step forward.

The broad soles of their feet stepped on the ground, making a loud dull sound and splashing up thick puffs of smoke.

At that moment, under the soles of the feet, a deep crack appeared on the ground, extending towards Gong Zhaohui at an extremely fast speed, making a slight sound, with a bit of weird aura in the clear, as if it was a spell urging life.

"Your Majesty!"

The dark guards exclaimed, their hands condensed with spiritual power trembled continuously, and their bodies moved, without the slightest hesitation, they went directly towards Gong Zhaohui.

"No problem."

The breath around his body sank, Gong Zhaohui shook his head, waved his hand casually, signaling everyone not to panic, calmly brushed his sleeves, and still stood in place, as if he couldn't detect the oncoming killing and danger.

Suddenly, the sound of shattering stopped.

The crack that had been spreading was actually half a minute before Gong Zhaohui's toes, and it stopped alive.

Gong Zhaohui's eyes were calm, as if he was not surprised by such a situation, and only looked at the woman calmly.

In the deep night, the woman's thin and petite body sat firmly on the huge fierce beast, and the face that was exactly the same as the little girl of the Su family actually showed a few different feelings at this moment, with the unique cold aura of ghosts, and the dark purple jade flute in her hand seemed to have a bit of evil spirit, facing herself, stretching out her sharp fangs, which could take her life at any time.

It's really the same face, and it feels so different.

His brows furrowed, Gong Zhaohui's eyes moved slightly, and thoughts flashed in his heart, with strange emotions and considerations.

Feeling different?

Is it really different?

No.

Having said that, that girl from the Su family, what does her true face look like?

Is she really, just a sick seedling with low spiritual power?

I do not know.

Thinking like this, Gong Zhaohui hooked his lips slightly, and with an inquiring gaze, he looked at Nan Shiyan on the side and narrowed his eyes.

Yan Gongzi

This mysterious son, so that everyone in the four empires has to give three points of the character, who is the teacher?

As a generation of emperors, he has seen a lot of various means and disguises, if Gong Zhaohui still believes that Yan Gongzi is just a simple jewelry seller, then it will really be hell.

However, since he had a terrifying force behind him, why did he come to the most ordinary place on this continent with the most barren spiritual power?

Don't

Feeling the gaze that fell on him, Nan Shiyan's face remained unchanged, as if he didn't notice it, his eyes turned to the huge fierce beast not far away, his brows furrowed, and he took a few steps forward without a trace, blocking Su Yunshu and Gong Ling behind him.

Sensing Nan Shiyan's movements, the woman couldn't help but chuckle a few times, her eyes fell on Nan Shiyan with a smile, and her light voice sounded, with an unceremonious joking.

"Young Master Yan, why are you so nervous?"

"Anyway"

The dark purple jade flute pressed against her chin, and the woman raised her lips and said with a smile, the meaning was unknown.

"The goal of this palace is that palace Zhaohui, not the third prince of Nasu and His Royal Highness King Jing."

Hearing this, Nan Shiyan chuckled a few times, without the slightest embarrassment of being seen through, but with a little more openness.

Your Excellency laughed.

The hand in his sleeve slowly tightened, and the smile on Nan Shiyan's face deepened a little.

"Yan Mou is now, but he hasn't done anything."

"Really?"

The woman raised her thin eyebrows, pursed her thin lips, flattened her mouth, revealing a little bit of her little daughter's attitude, nodded, and smiled brightly.

"That's it, that's fine."

After speaking, the woman turned her gaze to Gong Zhaohui not far away, her slender fingers casually rubbing the delicate lines on the jade flute in her hand, and her expression was very leisurely, which was in stark contrast to this undisguised heavy murderous aura.

After a little silence, the woman narrowed her eyes, retracted all the expressions on her face, and her voice sank a lot.

"Gong Zhaohui."

Gong Zhaohui's face remained unchanged, he raised his eyes to look at the woman, and responded without being salty: "Your Excellency." ”

Hearing this, the woman's eyes moved, and she chuckled directly, tilted her head, and said lightly.

"Hand over the soul bones."

His brows furrowed a little, Gong Zhaohui's eyes were heavy, with the unique coercion of the emperor, without the slightest fear on his face, and he calmly closed his sleeves.

"I said, there are no soul bones."

"Really?"

The woman raised her eyebrows, as if she looked at Su Yunshu not far away, and let out a weird laugh from her mouth, with a bit of warning.

"Presumably, His Majesty the Eastern Dynasty is old and has a bad memory."

The brows furrowed slightly, and there was a bit of thought on the delicate face, and the woman groaned a little, as if she was thinking very seriously.

"So what to do?"

After a little muttering, as if she suddenly remembered something, the woman raised her eyes suddenly, a little inexplicable light flashed in her eyes, and her voice rose a little, a lot more briskly.

"That's right."

The clear and pure eyes blinked, and the woman smiled at Gong Zhaohui and said with a smile.

"Your Majesty, do you still remember the young master of the shadow back then?"

Hearing this, Gong Zhaohui's complexion changed almost inexplicably, and a sharp blade of light suddenly burst out from his eyes, as if with a substantial murderous aura, towards the woman.

Looking at Gong Zhaohui, whose aura had changed greatly, the woman looked indifferent, smiling, and her clear eyes seemed to be an innocent child.

"How?"

The smile on her face deepened a little, and the woman held the jade flute in her hand, and the green silk raised a strange arc in the night wind.

"Your Majesty of the Eastern Dynasty, do you remember?"

chuckled a few times, the voice as clear as jade was a little low, with a chill, the woman raised her eyebrows, her eyes narrowed slightly, and she spoke faintly.

"Do you still remember, the young master of the shadow back then?"

"Your Excellency."

A deep voice came, stopping the woman from saying what she was about to say.

The thin eyebrows were raised, the woman's face deepened with interest, and she looked at Gong Zhaohui obliquely.

I saw that the majestic and calm emperor, his face still did not change in the slightest, but his voice was a lot lower, faintly, revealing a bit of warning, and his faint eyes were shining with unclear light.

"Your Excellency."

After a pause, his voice was much lower, Gong Zhaohui hooked his lips and spoke lightly.

"It's not good to talk too much."