The four men in black robes next to them saw this scene. For some reason, they were extremely frightened and surprised at the same time. This was the first time that His Highness suffered under the hands of a woman.
Moreover, it is not ordinary.
Yunzheng left directly after finishing the painting and continued to do her own thing.
This night, no matter what kind of eyes Kongye stared at her, she didn't even look at him.
Their Ark first flew to Lancheng to pick up Yan Chen, and then flew to the Holy Capital Holy Court.
During the period of flying back to the Holy Court, the friends of the Fengyun Team completed the remaining tasks. They stopped and walked along the way. They did not know that they appeared in the Exiled Land and captured a foreigner. The news about the prince has spread all over the world.
Envoys sent by foreign races put pressure on the major forces in Eastern Continent, asking them to return Amuta Kongye back intact.
The major forces in Dongzhou are not covered either.
They directly rejected the foreign race's request and said forcefully that they would make plans after interrogating the 87th prince of the foreign race, Amuta Kongye.
If Amuta Kongye had any evil plans, they would naturally not let him go.
However, if nothing comes out of the interrogation, they will return Amuta Kongye.
These words made the alien envoy blush with anger and sneered three times in a row.
Then he said harsh words: "If Prince Kongye is hurt in any way, don't blame us aliens for being merciless!"
The Fengyun Team has received frequent messages from relatives and colleges in the past two days.
Ask them where they are now?
Where is the prince of the foreign race?
Yunzheng and the others could only say: "Hurry, hurry, we will return to the Holy Court in a few days."
The bumpy journey and frequent drugging made Amuta Kongye's body a little weak. Her previously gorgeous red lips were now white, and her lips were also chapped.
My throat was very dry.
Yunzheng handed a bowl of water to him and said in a cold tone, "Drink."
Kong Ye moved his head away with a disdainful expression.
"I can't be gentle enough for you." Yunzheng said, straightening his head, pinching his cheeks, forcing him to open his mouth, facing his lips, and drank.
Because the green-eyed boy struggled, the water was poured unevenly and leaked along the side of his mouth.
"Ahem..." He was choked.
The beautiful young man's green eyes like poisonous snakes glared at Yunzheng with hatred. If you observe carefully, you will find a hint of shame flashing deep in the young man's eyes.
At this time, Yu Qiu came over and said mercilessly: "If he doesn't want to drink, he won't drink. He will die of thirst."
Yunzheng stood up, smiled and said casually.
"This is a point, you can't die."
"Too."
"Let's go. We should be able to go to the Holy Courtyard tomorrow. Before that, didn't Zhongli promise to fulfill his promise of dancing with a sword in women's clothing tonight?"
Yu Qiu smiled mysteriously, "Qingqing has already gone to pick out women's clothes for Zhongli."
Yunzheng's eyes lit up.
Night came quickly, and amidst the anticipation of several people, Zhongli Wuyuan walked out expressionlessly wearing an elegant blue dress.
His handsome face seemed to have some rouge.
He, who had a calm and cold temperament, softened inexplicably.
"Zhongli Zhongli!"
"Dance one dance after another!"
"Let's do some free swordsmanship..."
Nangong Qingqing quietly stared at Zhongli Wuyuan, who was dressed in women's clothing and danced his sword swiftly and neatly.
The silver saddle shines on the white horse, rustling like a shooting star.
The young man was in his prime, and when he turned around and looked back, his eyes caught him by surprise, burning the blood in his heart.
Nangong Qingqing lowered her eyes, her cheeks burning.
Yunzheng, who happened to take all this scene in his eyes, flashed a smile in his eyes.
The next day.
It was already noon when they arrived in the Holy Capital, and they had already put away the ark outside the Holy Capital. After all, the Holy Capital was prohibited from flying.
After entering the Holy City, the bustling and bustling streets are a delight.
Because the appearance of the eight people and a foreign prince were very impressive, they quickly attracted the attention of people on the street.
"Isn't this Prince Feng of the White Tiger Kingdom?"
"Prince Zhongli Wuyuan is also here, so handsome!"
"Nangong Qingqing, one of the four beauties in Dongzhou! Why are they all together? And their relationship seems to be very good?"
"Oh my god, this is a foreign race, right? No one except a foreign race will have these green eyes!"
"..."
Everyone saw that Feng Xinglan, the prince of the White Tiger Kingdom, was holding one end of a spirit-binding rope, and at the other end were five aliens tied up.
One of the alien youths staggered as he walked. He seemed to be severely tortured. He had a pair of moist and gloomy green eyes with a melancholy look. His whole person exuded an innocent and pitiful aura. His pale lips were half pursed. It seemed to tell that he had been severely abused.
"Why did Prince Feng tie him up? He looks so pitiful." A female cultivator said unbearably.
Another female cultivator frowned, "Yes, what did he commit? Why did you treat him like this!"
"..."
This beautiful boy with green eyes was very good-looking, and he deliberately pretended to be pitiful, which aroused the anger of some women who felt pity for him.
Mo Jing came close to Yunzheng and said teasingly in a low voice: "If I pretend to be pitiful after doing something heinous, Ayun, do you think many people will plead for me?"
Yunzheng raised her eyes and glanced at him, "Do you think you have the temperament to do such a thing?"
Although Mo Jing usually looks bohemian, when it comes to issues of principle, he is the kind of person who would rather die than bow his head!
Because he has his own pride.
When Mo Jing heard this, he was stunned for a moment, and then laughed loudly, "Ayun, you still understand me."
As Kong Ye pretended to be weaker and weaker, looking like he was about to die, the women around him felt even more pity.
They all spoke up for Kong Ye.
Yunzheng looked back at the green-eyed boy with outstanding acting skills, and clicked his tongue twice in his heart. He was really a charming pretty boy.
"Lan, give me the rope and I'll do it."
Feng Xinglan glanced at her, then put the rope in her hand, "Here."
After Yunzheng got the rope, she stopped and looked around.
Just when Kong Ye had an uneasy premonition, he heard her cold and clear voice, "You think he is pitiful, don't you?! Then do you want to buy him home?"
Everyone around looked at each other.
Yunzheng chuckled softly, "Our Fengyun team worked hard to capture the suspected alien who wanted to murder Dongzhou. If you want, you can, 100 million high-grade spiritual stones will be auctioned!"
"There are fast hands but there are slow hands!"
Kong Ye's face darkened instantly.
The faces of the women around him were also very strange and unspeakable.
Conspiracy to murder Dongzhou? !
This is a grave sin!
I almost forgot just now that the alien race was their enemy in the history of Dongzhou!
Not to mention using 100 million high-grade spiritual stones to auction, no one will keep him even if he sells it!
The women around them also woke up one after another. They seemed to have looked at the green-eyed boy just now, and inexplicably wanted to speak for him.
Although this foreign boy is very handsome, but among the leaders - Feng Xinglan, Zhongli Wuyuan, Yu Qiu, Yan Chen, Mo Jing, Mu Yin, which one is not a dragon or a phoenix among men, each has his own merits? !
