Chunlan also sighed: "I still remember when I was a child, you bought it from human traffickers, taught me literacy, taught me etiquette, and taught me the truth...... Her hoarse voice echoed in the hall, and her expression also jumped with a look of remembrance.

Feng Qinglang's heart moved, and in the modulation of the background color, he couldn't help but add a touch of dark yellow that represented memories.

"However, I don't like you to be a little unhappy, just beat and scold me, in order to please those powerful, let me accompany me, now the so-called status of one person under ten thousand people, just let me stay by your side to do everything, be a caring dog, bixia, to be honest, I don't like to live like this......" Chunlan said, her voice was full of resentment, and the hatred that was so thick that it could not be dissolved, did not hide it at all.

"You know?Bixia, many years ago, I wanted to do something, and today I can finally get my wish!" Chunlan raised her right hand, and was about to slash it at the empress's face.

But the empress didn't look at her, her eyes fell on her back, Chunlan only felt the wind behind her, and hurriedly turned around, only to see that the seemingly rigorous old painter in front of her, and another female painter who was silent from beginning to end, were already standing behind her.

The empress said lazily: "Chunlan, it is said that I will leave the palace for the first time after ascending the throne, and I always have to prepare, so I found two more bodyguards and mixed in with the painter, this thing was done by me personally, so it is normal for you to calculate." Well, they're a Phantom Thunder Duo, quite famous guardian mercenaries. ”

Chunlan has naturally heard this name, Phantom Thunder Duet, which is a somewhat famous bodyguard mercenary in the Lanling Kingdom, and protects her employer with a different face every time.

When she thought so, she was picked up by the old painter like a chicken, and asked in a deep voice, "Bixia, what to do?"

The empress sighed faintly, her eyes flashed with deep pain, and she said lightly: "Give her a good time!"

To her surprise, there was no panic in the eyes of her personal female officer, and there was even some indescribable ridicule, only to hear Chunlan say: "Bixia, did you miss something?"

The wind behind her rose again, and Chunlan's feet landed smoothly again, because the head of the owner who was carrying her hand had left his master in an instant, and even the old painter's face was still full of strategy, unaware that death had come in an instant.

The other female painter reacted a little faster and moved sideways, but she didn't have time to grieve the death of her partner, and the law of the person behind her, Liliang, had already followed, making up for it and taking her life.

Seeing that the two guards and mercenaries entrusted by the empress died instantly, Chunlan couldn't help but chuckle, and didn't wipe the blood splashed on her face, her hand naturally put her hand on the shoulder of the assailant, and said, "Bixia, why did you forget your personal guard?"

The gray shadow who had dragged the first round of assassins out of the hall just now stood beside Chunlan with a wooden face, looking at the empress with empty eyes, without the slightest emotion, it was his surprise attack that killed the two painters.

Chunlan's hand on her shoulder was raised again, and the empress finally changed color, and when the hand fell, it was a crisp sound of "snap", and a palm print was clearly left on the empress's still white and tender skin.

Fear finally came to the empress's eyes, Chunlan's laughter echoed happily above the hall, as a bystander Feng Qinglang, very helpless, made trouble for a long time, it turned out that none of them came to paint, of course, he was more professional than them, at least, he was willing to finish this painting.

Now Chunlan and the others not only blocked the model, but also made the prototype flower, and they could only rely on memories to adjust the color of the empress's cheeks. Of course, no one cares about Feng Qinglang's thoughts, so he can still continue the painting very calmly.

Chunlan smiled and said, "Bixia, it's still the same sentence from before, do you have any other wishes?"

When he said this, the blade of the man in gray had already gently pierced the empress's lower abdomen, and the empress could no longer maintain her grace, and said in a trembling voice: "When will you ......?"

The blade was still quietly deepening, and the high-speed passage of the breath of life made the empress have no strength to finish the question, but Chunlan was really the empress's personal female officer, and she knew the other party's intentions, so she replied with a chuckle: "Bixia, you are too romantic, in those romantic times, it is enough for me to do a lot of things." ”

The empress could no longer respond to the other party, and as a trace of Zuihou's life passed, her flowing eyes completely froze, leaving only a faint trace of remorse and a deep dazedness.

Chunlan sighed faintly, quite the charm of the empress, she glanced at the gray shadow beside her, and the gray shadow bowed down and took the box that the empress had placed close to her in her hand, which made Feng Qinglang's pen also pause for a moment, staring at the box.

Chunlan said softly: "There is a soul stone inside, I heard that carrying it with you can stabilize your mind." You can take it with you later. ”

Gray Shadow Mu Ne's face smiled, very stiff, but trying to show gentleness, he opened the box, and endless brilliance flashed in front of his eyes, but it was not the light from the Soul Suppression Stone, but hundreds of sharp steel needles, shot out at the moment the box opened, Gray Shadow had no chance to react at all, it had been full of clever calculations, and was pierced in the face by steel needles, and instantly harvested life.

Seeing the gray shadow fall to the ground softly, Chunlan cautiously approached and explained: "I'm sorry, that box needs a special technique to open, otherwise it will trigger the mechanism, this technique is only clear to Bixia, and I don't know." ”

Feng Qinglang knew that this explanation was definitely not for herself, so she couldn't help but feel a chill in her heart, now that the model had completely changed, she could only depict the empress's face completely from her memories.

After Chunlan was sure that the gray shadow was dead, she lifted the box to her feet with her toes, and carefully kicked the lid of the box a few times, sure that the steel needle had been shot, and then picked up the box, which was the structure of the upper and lower layers, and if it was not opened correctly, it would open the layer below, and an infinite number of steel needles would be shot.

Feng Qinglang also watched from a distance, if you just look at it, this stone really has no eye-catching, only by careful observation can you detect its wrinkled skin, which is very unique, very similar to the forehead of a wise old man.

Chunlan sighed softly, "Is this a third-order soul suppression stone? it's not unique...... Did you say yes?"

After that, he also looked at Feng Qinglang, the only survivor at the scene.

Feng Qinglang could only quickly let panic and helplessness well-up on his face, and even showed a sad pleading in his eyes.

Chunlan said: "It's a pity, you look good! finish the painting well, I will give you a decent pleasure!"

The implication is that Feng Qinglang is naturally already a dead person.

Feng Qinglang wanted to squeeze out a few tears of fear, or let his body tremble violently a few times, but after thinking about it, the Soul Suppression Stone had already been seen, so there was no need to be so involved in the role, right?

So he lowered his head again and let the brush continue.

Chunlan rang the bell next to the couch, and the bell rang three long and two short.

After a while, the door of the temple opened, and a middle-aged man with a dignified appearance flashed in, and the door closed again.

The man looked around, his eyes were burning, and after looking at the details clearly, he knew that the overall situation had been decided, and he couldn't help but look up to the sky, strode towards Chunlan, stretched out his big hand, and hugged Chunlan into his arms.

Chunlan sighed and obediently offered a fragrant kiss.

The two kissed passionately in a pool of blood, in front of several corpses, as if no one was around.

Feng Qinglang wanted to protest something, but suddenly remembered that in the eyes of others, his life was only temporary, so he obediently stopped, and his subordinates accelerated their writing, and the empress's pretty image had reached the end stage.

"Chunlan, you have made great contributions, how should you reward you?"

"Lord Ning, Chunlan just wants to serve you, and doesn't want any rewards...... Chunlan's hoarse voice said sweet sentences, blending the taste of blood, making the space full of temptation.

Feng Qinglang also sighed silently in her heart, such a palace coup, the role played by Chunlan is probably difficult to end well.