Chalk Soil Chapter 357 Her Majesty the Queen

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The turtle was wearing a black robe. It stood on the square covered with fallen leaves. In its eyes, the white skirt was very beautiful and alluring.

[Please make your decision. Do you want to leave the throne to the pagans? 】

[Why did they let the children go and not the regular troops? 】

[Don’t you still know that the bishops are suspicious of your identity and speak nonsense about your behavior? How can they act according to your orders? 】

[I have married myself to the Pillar of Creation. Isn’t this enough to satisfy you? 】

[Your Majesty, I am only loyal to the crown. 】

So, is this the reason why you are close to me?

Looking at the linked pictures, the mold turtle stood calmly on the spot. It was not clear about its current attire and face.

【Are you leaving again? 】

[Yes, I just came back to kiss my daughter. 】

[So, is this green grassland hell? You leave here one after another,...]

[This grassland is a place where red soil will never come. my little princess. 】

The moldy turtle saw nothing, it had no heart, and no love. It could not feel the meaning of the picture in front of it. It just watched the plot of the story unfold calmly, and then stepped on the backbone of dead branches and leaves, walking step by step towards the head. He didn't know who the queen wearing the crown was. Maybe the picture he saw had nothing to do with her.

"Thank you for teaching me something."

"Oh?" The queen was slightly surprised. This was the first time she had seen such a frank audience.

"Did you know that what you are doing now is considered stealing?"

"If so, I'm sorry that I unknowingly did something to offend you."

"Are you a primary school student?" The Queen smiled more and more cutely. She walked down the steps step by step and walked towards the turtle. Her eyes were so gentle that they were sticky.

"As for me, I may not have gone to kindergarten yet. Do you think I am a primary school student?"

"Hahahahaha!" The queen opened the folding fan and frowned, "You really look like you haven't read the book, but you are very honest. I can forgive your ignorance."

"Ah! Thank you." Molgui responded quickly, and then swallowed the second half of his passionate words. He stayed silent and did not come forward. His smile slowly faded, and then he showed a kind of blank frustration.

"What did you see?"

"The white wind and snow seem to be ice here, and strong winds are blowing on the ice. I don't know where I am. Maybe I shouldn't be here."

"The gods...retired. What a tragedy."

She wears a crown. As a continuation of the White King's era, Nie Du's time is broken and is no longer allowed to move forward. This tragedy has created many emotional things. The three leaders should obviously enjoy the highest praise of the era, but instead Because of these large and small potholes, they left behind regrets that neither of us can remember.

The Queen wears a veil. Her condition is getting better and better, and her mood is stable. However, this is obviously not a competitive state, nor a state of fighting on the front line. Her calmness is filled with a sense of aloofness and resentment. The younger generation appears in the situation that affects the overall direction. On the stage, they were destined to become the pawns behind the scenes. After all, they were too young and had not seen the whole story.

young generation……

Many geniuses are unable to pay the price and are trapped at the age of seventeen. Similarly, there are also many geniuses who avoid the first independent fission and are unwilling to expose themselves to the public prematurely and be captured on the path of growth. , this is also the original intention of the original division between [Ming Ming] and [Zhao Zhao].

Warmth is like fireworks blooming, silence is like turbulent undercurrents, the original meaning of the Pure Land is [underworld]. In the final analysis, the first step of this new pattern, Yu Ling's ending, is also unsatisfactory for the superiors. After all, to put it bluntly , what can we fight for on the stage?

It's just the myth and glory of creating a prosperous age. The so-called rewards are not of much benefit to these top-notch beings who have invested great efforts in cultivating them.

Zhuo Yu has been reincarnated so many times, and there are many disturbances from the outside world. There are many things that the genius inside does not know.

It has been said that this was the first self-help fission. After so many years, how could it still be the original pattern?

Regret, melancholy?

No, even the Queen doesn't know what's going on with the outside world. It's just that the minds of the giants have been floating recently. But in Zhuo Yu's mud pond, all the fish will become star-gazing sects, making it difficult to contact the outside world, at least as far as the contemporary era is concerned. The chances are slim.

"Queen..."

The moldy turtle groaned. It walked forward, always feeling that it could see something. The Ice and Snow Girl was the emperor of Egypt. She held a golden scepter in her hand, her skirt was not long, and the pale golden sun slowly rose behind her. This It is a mandala flower. She rotates gracefully. This is her world. After the peak, all the glory and burdens are removed. She is simple and unadorned. Looking at her, it is as if she is reading a heavy chapter.

evaluate?

As a warrior, she lived up to expectations. As a leader, she was extremely charming. As a symbol, she persisted until the last moment. Her efforts were well deserved. She stuck to her heart in the whirlpool. All the discussions could not change her position. That's the top, and nothing you say or do can change that fact.

The Queen walked down the steps and stood in front of the turtle.

"You are very good. I am very satisfied to see this."

The girl was wearing a white dress. She looked at the turtle and smiled lightly, "I can give you a chance. Are you willing to try it?"

"What, what opportunity..." The big turtle blinked blankly.

"A playing card."

Chen Xueli smiled.

As a queen, she has her own pride. In the outside world, many people regard her as Xie Chunsheng's companion or guard. This is not the case. She is the shadow of [Ming Ming], standing for the queen. [Zhao Zhao], as for the Demon Lord, she is the same, this is also an exception, because the person who made the contract is the guest of the inn.

However, in the possible universe, there is no need to go into details. The power of [Jeese] lies in the extreme power of its followers. For example, Fengze Kun's seven servants, any of them are the chief geniuses of the other forty-seven Southern Territories. For example, Ban Xiaosheng, Su Yan, and Xuanyuan are the same. Luo Yan, Ma Beifeng, and Ma Qiubei are also her close attendants, but because of this person's position [underworld], you don't know all her details.

Yes, the queen should have grown up quietly, and I should not have held the scepter in hand, worn the crown on my head, endured the pain of separation for many years, and been bound by the mud.

"Poker cards..."

"To put it simply, it allows you to live again without being restricted."