Chapter 9: The Magnificent Turn of Waste (9)

Thinking about it, the martial spirit gradually subsided, hum, in the long future, she will definitely let Long Jun, this girl, taste the bitter fruit of offending her.

Don't fall into my hands, otherwise, let your life be worse than death, Long Yao stared at Long Jun with resentful eyes, this waste, has occupied the title of the heir to the throne for thirteen years, and has occupied the Fanghua Palace for thirteen years, she will definitely let this waste roll down from the position of the heir, definitely.

Fanghua Hall is worthy of being the first big hall in the palace, just enter the main hall, a magnificent atmosphere blows to the face, the ground is carved with the whole piece of warm and cool white jade, warm in winter and cool in summer, comfortable and pleasant.

Oh, what a big stroke, worthy of the royal family.

The luxurious palace, but there is no serious attendant, and the person who has been living with Long Jun in Fanghua Hall is only Qing'er, who is twenty-eight years old, but still guards her alone.

From memory, she walked through the main hall towards her bedchamber.

Shoumo Pavilion, this is the name taken by Gu Feiyan, you can imagine how much she loved her husband back then.

The Ink Pavilion was pitch black, and only the moonlight spilled into the pavilion, making it look so desolate.

Long Jun scolded secretly, damn, is this still a place where people live?

Suddenly, there was a plop, and something seemed to fall to the ground, followed by the sound of a struggle.

Long Jun frowned, his powerful soul perception had sensed that someone was hanging......

Performing the Xuanbu technique, he quickly swept towards the place where the incident occurred.

The Xuan Footwork is extremely mysterious, even if a person without internal strength exerts it, it is like a ghost, if you practice to the third layer, the shadow clone, it can leave several afterimages in the air in a single thought, creating an illusion for the enemy.

And Long Jun, but she has just practiced to the second layer, and the shadow accompanies her, but the shadow accompanies her and needs the support of internal force, at this time, she is in the void and has no internal force, so she can only cast the first layer, and there is no trace.

If someone stood behind Long Jun, they would be surprised to find that Long Jun, who was still standing in place just now, was completely empty at this time, as if she had disappeared out of thin air in just an instant.

The voice came from Qing'er's room, but after a few breaths, Long Jun's figure appeared outside the wing where Qing'er lived.

The struggle continued, Long Jun kicked open the door that was not bolted, and sure enough, under the bleak moonlight, Qing'er was grabbing Bai Ling, kicking with both feet, and sticking out her tongue.

Long Jun lifted up the stool that she had just kicked over, and the feet of the void finally landed.

Qing'er gasped for breath, took out her head from the sleeve, her body was a little weak, she didn't stand firm for a while, and fell backwards.

Long Jun sighed lightly, stepped forward, and reached out to support her body.

Unexpectedly, there is more than enough heart, and the strength is insufficient, this Long Jun's body is extremely weak at this time, and he has no strength to support Qing'er.

As a result, the little Long Jun became Qing'er's backmeat.

The expected pain did not come, Qing'er opened her closed eyes, blinked, and said to herself, "Huh? It doesn't hurt."

"Damn, of course you don't hurt, but Lao Tzu is in pain" Long Jun roared very inelegantly, this Qing'er is really an afterthought, there is a person under him, can't he feel it at all?

When Qing'er heard it, it turned out to be the voice of the seventh princess, and she was immediately frightened.

Ghost? Soul?

She rolled over and rolled away, looking at the seventh princess lying upright on the ground in horror.