"Moon ---" Before Ji Xiaohu could say the word for the second month, he was forced back by Huang Qing's eyes that wanted to kill.

---The whips in his hands kept swinging out, and they landed on everyone's faces, screaming again and again, and the flesh and blood were blurred.

"Fuck, dead waste, I won't let you go!"

"Bang Bang Bang ---"

"Ouch, shit, dead shit, it hurts---"

"Papapa----"

"Stop ---"

"Bang Bang Bang ---"

The "Boom ---" ancient wood seal fell completely, and the entire Jiaoyun Hall trembled three times.

slapped everyone into the soil, Ji Xiaohu rubbed his sore shoulders, and there was still a pitiful look in his big black and white eyes.

"It's not cool!" Huang stared at him faintly, Ji Xiaohu shook his head, nodded again, and then smirked.

Huang waved at him and said, "Come here." ”

Ji Xiaohu immediately ran over.

Huang gently pulled away his oily hair and asked, "What's your name?"

"Little fox, Ji little fox." Ji Xiaohu said pitifully, "Yueyue, I'm the sixteenth brother." ”

Huang Qingwan looked at him three hundred and sixty degrees again, and the dirty young man in front of her was actually the sixteenth prince of the Holy Moon Dynasty, which made her a little surprised.

She took his hand, turned around and walked into the Jiaoyun Palace, and went straight to the bath.

Although the Jiaoyun Hall is desolate, there are all the things that should be there, and the water in the bath is bubbling with a trace of white mist.

Huang lightly pulled out his hand, directly picked up Ji Xiaohu, and then kicked him into the bath.

She stood by the pool, not ashamed at all, "Wash up and come out to see me." ”

"Hmm." Ji Xiaohu nodded weakly, and a fluffy fox tail swayed in the water.

The broken iron kettle on his chest made a crisp clanging sound, and Huang turned his head to look at it, and Ji Xiaohu immediately turned around with a flushed face.

"I'm not a pervert, as for me." Huang was speechless, threw down a set of his own red dress, and said, "There are no men's clothes, you are not much older than me, you will wear them." ”

When the words fell, he turned and left.

Ji Xiaohu was holding the broken iron kettle on his chest, covered in wounds, soaked in warm water, which slightly relieved some of his pain.

Looking at the back of Huang Qingqing's departure, his big black and white eyes instantly bent into a crescent shape.

..

The courtyard was in a mess, the earth and rocks were cracked, and the air was filled with a strong smell of blood, and Huang sat on the chaise longue lightly, his eyes falling on the ancient wooden seal.

The lines on it flowed with a hint of brilliance, but it was a little demonic, she had always loved Bao, but she didn't have much interest in the seal in front of her.

---Suddenly, the ancient wooden seal moved for a moment, and a translucent figure came out of the seal.

It was a dark figure with gray, sparse hair, and a large black cloak.

Huang Qing's eyes narrowed slightly, but she saw the old man staring at her for a long time.

Then, the old man's gaze fell on the ancient wooden seal again, and with a wave of his sleeve, a ray of light was injected, and the seal quickly became smaller.

Huang Qing stared coldly, "That's my firewood, what are you doing?"

The old man turned his head and stared at her like a ghost, making her hairy all over, and she felt like she was being targeted by a ghost.