This look is not trivial, the strength of the fighting spirit at this time is only just past the Martial Emperor level, at most it is a Martial Emperor level, which is 108,000 miles away from Leng Meiying's expected goal, Leng Meiying originally expected to at least restore the strength of this world Martial God.

After a closer look, Leng Meiying found that there was actually a room of black film in the sea of qi that limited his strength, and this layer of film was actually another terrible poison!

Looking at this venom rooted in the bone marrow, Leng Meiying's heart completely cooled, who did she offend? Someone actually wants to harm her like this, even the poison on her body is several layers down, this kind of person really deserves to be killed!

But who is poisoning? Could it be that besides the second lady, there are other people who want to poison themselves?

Unable to figure out this joint, Leng Meiying's eyebrows were furrowed.

It seems necessary to ask Xue-Jiao to check it out again, she is not in the habit of letting the enemy hide behind the scenes.

After collecting the work and drowning, Leng Meiying walked out of the room.

Although her skills have not recovered, she has finally reached the strength of the Martial Emperor level, and from now on, she can be regarded as having the ability to protect herself.

In the courtyard, the three of them looked at Leng Meiying fixedly, their cultivation was not weak, when Leng Meiying had no fighting spirit in the past, they would feel that Leng Meiying was unfathomable, although they could see through her cultivation at a glance, but their strength was unfathomable.

But now, she is white and a puddle of black mud at the same time, and she can't see through it at all.

"Captain, you're ......"

Leng Meiying smiled lightly and said indifferently: "It's just that I've regained some strength, let's go, let's go and celebrate the victory for you first." ”

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Rouge is broken, beauty tears, difficulty Chunxiao several felonies.

Hibiscus tent, warm spring fragrance, singing at midnight to broken intestines.

At the celebration banquet, a few people were chic, a few people were bitter, and when the night scales and others were singing, Meng Changsheng, Xiang Duxiu and others were naturally in a state of frustration.

On the top floor of Chunxiang Building, the sound of silk and bamboo, the powder vines swayed gently, and after an ambiguous pink, a group of girls dressed in clear clothes and without eyebrows danced lightly in the banquet.

Night scales, Su Qi, the two of them are sitting in a precarious position, their eyes are not squinting, their eyes and nose are looking at their hearts, and they dare not slack off.

And Le Bing is no different from Su Qi on the surface, but the fat man's eyes linger on the breasts and buttocks of the six beautiful girls from time to time, and he also hides his nervousness by drinking from time to time.

They never dreamed that the celebration that the captain said would actually take them to Chunxiang Building, the largest Qinglou in the empire, and they didn't expect that the captain of Yujie Bingqing would actually go to Chunxiang Mansion to set the most luxurious rooftop private room, and also called the most popular six peach and jade bead sisters in Chunxiang Mansion to come up and dance.

What surprised them the most was the old man sitting three meters next to the captain, this old man was extremely good, blowing Tao Xun in his mouth, and playing a meter-long guqin in his other hand quickly, the sound was crisp and pleasant, which made people's hearts move.

And a beautiful woman in her twenties whispered something in the captain's ear respectfully, and the captain talked to her from time to time, which seemed quite mysterious.

This beautiful woman is naturally the owner of Chunxiang Building, Xue Jiao.

When she came to Chunxiang Building, Leng Meiying was only temporary, and she was also a little curious, what would the ancient Qinglou be like?