Chapter 147: An Invitation to the Night

"Out of the way." Huang waved his hand lightly, then glanced at Ji Xiaohu, and said, "Borrow me two bottles of top-grade poison." ”

Ji Xiaohu didn't say much, and directly poured out a small purple flower shaped like an iris from the small iron kettle, and then stuffed Huang Qingwan with an antidote, and asked her to eat it first, "Yueyue, this flower will produce paralyzing poison when it comes into water, you be careful." ”

Huang nodded lightly and waved his hand at the Phantom Wolf, and the little guy immediately turned into a silvery-white light and jumped onto her shoulder.

If you want to say that the only thing worth affirming about this pile of dog bones is this, there are a lot of stinky problems when you go out, and you are still well-behaved and obedient.

It was late at night, and the little phoenix was dressed in a red dress, with long silver ink hair flowing gracefully, except for a faint flower shaped like a purple irise, without any modification, and slowly walked out.

The light of the god king and the fairy star was a little dim, and the two middle-aged men waiting outside couldn't help but be stunned when they saw her come out alone, and then lowered their heads and said, "Seventeenth princess, would you like to come with us?"

Huang Qingwan swept a pair of dark red eyes lightly over the two people, this is the subordinate brought by Shadow Allure City from the Shadowless Dynasty, Huang Qingwan has seen a few faces.

At first glance, these two people seem to have no problems, but as the black boss's intuition, they vaguely feel that something is wrong.

She showed a big, seemingly pure and harmless smile, and her voice was still a little immature, and said, "Princess Allure is so late, what's the matter with looking for me?"

"The seventeenth princess will know when she goes."

Huang gently rubbed Qiong's nose, but her dark red eyes were hidden with a bit of cold light, "I remember, Princess Allure said that she was going to visit the son of the Qianchu family tonight, Shui Wuan, why, didn't she go?"

The two middle-aged men glanced at each other, then shook their heads in unison and said, "Her Royal Highness the princess has something to do at night, so she can't go." ”

"Hmph." Huang Qingwan snorted coldly in her heart, look, there is really a problem, she tried it quietly and tried.

Shadow Allure City never said that she was going to visit Shui Wuan, if she was just tempting, there must be something wrong with these two people.

She was silent, since people came to the door, she wanted to see who was doing the ghost behind her back!

The phantom soul flower that Ji Xiaohu gave her was enough to put down more than twenty people in the Elemental Spirit Master realm, and she didn't need to worry.

At that moment, the alluring Lori's face evoked a pure smile, and she said, "Then it will be troublesome for the two to lead the way." ”

"Yes." The two middle-aged men nodded, and under their feet, they asked Huang to pull it up.

"Skeleton ---" The ghostly wolf who was holding his shoulder lightly screamed, and his little paws grabbed a strand of Huang's hair fiercely.

"Xiaobai, be quiet." Huang lightly touched its little head and said.

The Phantom Wolf rolled his eyes, could he call it Xiaobai because it looked like a white bone?

What is the name of the domineering Phantom Wolf for?

Xiao You, Xiao Ming, Xiao Fan, Little Wolf, any one is taller than Xiao Bai, is it?

It's a ghost wolf, isn't it a dog?

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In the middle of the night, the illusory mansion is shrouded in clouds and mist, and the peaks are different, some are towering into the clouds, some are small and beautiful, some rise from the ground, and some float in the air, which is no different from fairyland.

There was silence all around, and occasionally a few cranes shuttled through the clouds, and Huang stood lightly on the soft clouds, her eyes drifting away, not knowing where she was looking.

The two middle-aged men were speechless all the way, but the eyes under the dark night reflected a few traces of cold light.

The phoenix was as light as the wind, only the ghostly phantom wolf on his shoulder whispered twice from time to time, as if he was alerting to something.