Chapter 721: Immortal Sister's Sense of Déjà Vu
It's so quiet that it's a little weird, and the air is a little damp and cold......
In addition, there is really no popularity here, so Jing Tian had the courage to whisper to the round bed with a white gauze tent hanging in the middle of the room.
Inside, there was a figure lying on its side.
No one responded......
It's not going to be a haunted house, is it? …… Sky......
Liang Chenxiao grabbed Jing Tian, who was shivering, took two steps forward, took a floor candlestick in his hand, and slowly opened the gauze tent.
I saw a cloud of white powder suddenly rise, and the figure lying on the bed also bounced up, facing the candlestick is a palm.
A soft muffled snort sounded from the man's mouth, and Jing Tian, who followed Liang Chenxiao to retreat to a safe distance, asked softly, "Are your hands okay?" The top of the candlestick is quite pointed, and you see, your hands are broken......"
Fortunately, the two of them were cautious, and they also wore masks sewn by Jing Tian himself, otherwise the unknown powder would have caused some accidents for the two of them.
Lan Fangxing had actually heard the movement a long time ago, but she kept silent, just wanting to make a sudden blow when someone approached.
She has been under house arrest for more than ten years, and there is no one around her who can be trusted for a long time.
And those fools outside who have sworn allegiance to the Holy Maiden have not even known to ask to see themselves for so many years, heh, maybe they pretend not to know......
"Who are you?"
Lan Fangxing thought it was Ning Guoshi who was here at first, but after she got up, she found a pair of strange men and women standing opposite.
Wow! Fairy Sister......
Jing Tian looked at the woman opposite who was standing with one foot on a bedpost, her eyes straightened.
Although she has seen peerless beauties such as Jing Ran and Yang Yu, they are still human beings!
At this time, the person in front of her, dressed in an ethereal white gauze robe, was as if a whole piece of mutton fat and jade was melted and cast, wafting a slightly cold but refreshing fairy aura.
It seems to be like a light cloud covering the moon, fluttering like the snow of the wind.
If you pay attention to her facial features, she is not as exquisite as Jing Ran, but her temperament like a snow-capped mountain and a clear lotus is full of immortal energy.
Seeing that Jing Tian was a little stunned, Liang Chenxiao hesitated and said, "We came tonight to talk to Her Royal Highness about something, so we disturbed ......."
He had seen the portrait of the queen of Southern Xinjiang before, and as soon as he saw this person at this time, Liang Chenxiao knew that they had found the right person.
The familiar voice made Jing Tian come back to her senses, but she didn't squirm, and said bluntly: "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, Her Royal Highness is as beautiful as a fairy, I was stunned for a while." ”
If the man said such a thing, Lan Fangxing would definitely feel offended.
But when this remark was spoken by a woman, it made her feel that the other party was sincerely praising herself.
Jing Tian's somewhat playful words obviously eased the atmosphere in the room.
Lan Fangxing snorted softly, as if she was disdainful, but she flew down from the bedpost and sat on a soft collapse not far from the bed, looking at Jing Tian and Liang Chenxiao coldly.
It's waiting for them to speak first.
Seeing this, Jing Tian was not annoyed, and arched his hand to the queen of southern Xinjiang and said, "We are here to find a way to crack the 'only'......"