The green tree was suddenly so refreshing, but it aroused Changli's interest.

Changli looked at her with interest, and did not forget to recite the Buddha's name, "Amitabha." ”

"The county lord can think like this, and the poor monk is very pleased."

"Then this palace advises you not to be in a hurry to be relieved, if you dare to make this palace dissatisfied, it is nothing more than two results, one is that this palace is dead, and then you Sumeru Mountain, one does not want to live. The second is that this person in this palace holds a grudge, and whoever makes me unhappy, then sooner or later I will crush him to ashes and raze his nest to the ground. ”

"So master, if you want to be mutually beneficial with this palace, you have to weigh your own value."

Qingqi doesn't care whether her mother has really deterred those people in Mount Meru, who wouldn't pull the tiger skin to make a banner, since this monk said so, then she must play this deterrent role.

"Amitabha, what the county lord said is extremely true." Chang Li's evil eyes showed excitement, as if Qingqi had completely aroused his interest.

He spread out his palm, only to see a red mark appear on his white palm, and then a blood-colored lotus flower slowly formed from his palm.

"County Lord, this thing is the Doomsday Blood Lotus, which is a blood Gu refined from the slaughtering blood and resentful spirits of the battlefield, as long as a petal is ignited, tens of thousands of people will fall into a dream of slaughter, killing each other. This thing is given to the county lord, and it will definitely help the county lord to win the battle. The unification of Silingzhou is just around the corner. ”

Qing Qi looked at the small blood lotus in his palm in surprise, which was a little better than a bug anyway.

But sure enough, it's a crooked demon, and it's not a good thing.

And she didn't believe that this monk could be so kind and give her such a precious thing, this blood lotus may have other unsavory effects.

The green tree did not pick up.

Probably seeing her distrust, Changli curled the corners of his lips again, "Is the county lord worried, is it not good for the county lord to do his hands and feet in this blood lotus?" ”

Qing Mao blinked, didn't he ask knowingly?

Changli chuckled.

Evil spirits at the extreme.

"The poor monk does have selfishness, but the selfishness is only brought by this blood lotus county lord, which may cause discomfort to Your Majesty, Your Majesty has killed countless people in the battlefield pit in the past, and this blood lotus was also condensed at that time."

"It's just that the poor monk privately thinks that with the status and appearance of the county lord, all men in the world can choose freely, so why should they stay by His Majesty's side? If the county lord figured this out, would he still think that there was any harm to this blood lotus? ”

Qingqi's eyelids jumped fiercely.

So after going around for a long time and going back to the original point, this stinky monk is going to let His Majesty die with her hand.

It seems that His Majesty is really in their way.

Qingqi was entangled for a moment, and then nodded decisively: "That's indeed a good thing, and this palace has thanked the master for his generosity." ”

Changli smiled slightly when he saw her agree, not knowing whether he believed or didn't believe her words.

But he still took out a box, filled the blood lotus, and handed it to Qingqi.

Qingshu reached out to take it, and his fingertips touched Changli's hand, and he quickly retracted it.

"Then the palace will say goodbye first, and I wish us a happy cooperation." Qing Qi put away the blood lotus, turned around and left without looking back.

Looking at this evil monk one more time, she was afraid that this monk would give her a trick.

When she walked out of the wing, Changli looked down at the fingertips that he had touched her fingers, and for a while, he came to his lips and hooked the corners of his lips.

"Lord Qingqi, interesting."

"The poor monk seems to be a little reluctant."