In the side hall, the two people sat facing each other in silence for a while.
Sister folded her hands on her chest, and her two short legs were dangling on the edge of the stool.
At this time, her eyes were rolling, looking at the Mobei girl opposite with a rather pretty face, and she didn't know what she was thinking.
Yelv Zhiwu sat on the stool with her legs together. Her white and tight calves were covered by the straight skirt, leaving only a touch of delicate and delicate ankles exposed.
Although her face was completely peaceful, there was still a hint of embarrassment.
Perhaps it's the pair of patterned cloud-head brocade shoes that have an inexplicable sense of restraint on this grassland Mobei girl...
The Zen staff was placed diagonally on the side of her hand, with only the missing corner, which was quite eye-catching.
Looking down at the Han-made brocade shoes on the soles of her feet again, Yelv Zhiwu felt a little uncomfortable all over. Finally, she made up her mind and leaned over to touch her toes.
But at the same time, a slightly deep voice came from the mouth of the little girl opposite.
"Girl doll, you are the high priest of Mobei——"
Yelv Zhiwu was stunned for a moment, then raised his head and looked at the sister opposite, who had already leaned his whole back on the back of the chair.
She put her hands on the armrests and stacked her two short legs together, but her face showed an indescribable coldness and arrogance.
The former raised his sword eyebrows slightly, opened his bright red mouth and said seriously: "They all call me Ao Gu."
Sister was very proud of Yelv Zhiwu, so she immediately took over: "Ao Gunu, do you have a method to expel strange souls in your Mobei secret arts?"
Even Yelu Zhiwu couldn't help but feel a little silent at this time.
The little girl called her a baby girl, and it would not be a good thing if the tribal leaders on the grassland who feared her heard it.
It seemed that Yelv Zhiwu's silence made Sister A sense that something was wrong. She immediately raised her hands and jumped off the stool, and the tiger-toed shoes on her feet made a "squeaking" sound.
She acted calmly, as if she didn't hear the embarrassing sound. Then he put his little hands behind his back and paced back and forth in front of Yelu Zhiwu.
"Don't you know who I am?"
The latter remained unmoved and continued to play with the pair of moiré brocade shoes that made her somewhat restrained.
A trace of anger flashed across Ajie's face, but it disappeared immediately.
She turned around, her big eyes on her little face widened: "I'm Ying Gou! Do you know what this name means!"
"have no idea."
Yelv Zhiwu raised her head, a look of confusion appeared on her innocent and pretty face first, and then she shook her head.
The feeling of a fist hitting cotton made my sister feel helpless and furious.
She clenched her little fists and jumped up and down in the room.
"The Four Great Corpse Ancestors, there is no limit to the underworld! There is no legend about me on your grassland!?"
Yelu Zhiwu raised the corners of his mouth, as if he felt something interesting.
"What do you mean!"
The elder sister was very angry. She put her hands on her hips and leaned forward to look at her.
"Ah……"
The next moment, she heard Yelv Zhiwu humming softly, and then she saw a green ghost fire rising from her fingertips and standing between the two of them.
And at the same time as the hell fire was rising, the angry sister actually felt a trembling feeling from the depths of her soul.
"This is--"
She took a step back.
Yelu Zhiwu rose slowly, and a sweet and clear voice came from her mouth.
"There are two souls in your body."
Sister's retreating steps paused for an instant, and then she nodded like garlic, with a bright look on her petite face.
"But of the two of you, one is a pure spirit and the other is an evil ghost..."
Yelu Zhiwu had a look of indifference, and the dark fire swayed gently at her fingertips, making half of her face look a little green.
"Yes, yes, yes, it's her, it's her who's holding me back! Do you have a way to deal with her?"
Sister's eyes lit up and she couldn't wait to step forward: "Hurry, help me kill her! As long as you kill her, I will help you get out of here!"
But immediately, she saw Yelu Zhiwu's fingertips retracted, and the underworld fire was extinguished in an instant.
"What do you mean!"
Sister A was stunned for a moment, then her face instantly turned gloomy.
Yelv Zhiwu sat back again and said seriously: "If you are released, there will probably be an endless hell in the world."
"you!"
Sister A was very angry and pointed at Yelu Zhiwu with one finger, but there was nothing she could do.
"snort!"
She closed her fingers, turned around, jumped back to her seat with disdain, and returned to her cold and arrogant face.
Then he said harsh words: "You will regret it!"
Yelv Zhiwu ignored her, but stretched out her long legs and looked at the shoes on her toes.
Now, it doesn’t seem so uncomfortable?
At the same time, Sister A's tightly clenched fists loosened up, and her little face became bright again.
She suddenly jumped up, put her hands on her hips, and laughed loudly: "My sister is back again!"
"Girl, you are great! My sister likes you, don't worry-"
Sister patted her little chest "bang bang bang", her little face was full of seriousness: "If anything happens in the future, just say hello to my sister!"
Yelu Zhiwu paused her movements, then nodded.
"I will."
At this time, the atmosphere became lively in an instant, and Sister A was giggling, as if she was about to pounce on Yelu Zhiwu and "squeal" her in the next second.
But immediately, Li Jing's surprised voice suddenly came from next door.
It should be that the internal force wall that isolates them from the surroundings has been affected by some fluctuation.
"Who are you talking about-!?"
"Thirteenth Grandma!"
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In the side room, Li Jing looked as if he had seen a ghost, his eyes staring as if he couldn't believe it at all.
Who dares to believe it!
That hand is obviously so smooth and fair, and the fingers are so slender and tender that it makes people want to lick them a few times.
How could it be that of Concubine Yang!
This is even more shocking than practicing dual cultivation with Jiang Chen!
Li Jing raised his head and looked at the charming face in front of him.
At this time, Jiang Chen looked blank, as if he had just said something ordinary.
Li Jing swallowed and asked cautiously:
"This is really Yang...my thirteenth grandma's arm?"
The minister bent his eyes and smiled: "Of course I don't dare to deceive Your Majesty."
Li Jing instantly took a step back and chuckled awkwardly.
"I wonder how old the corpse ancestor is now..."
Jiangchen's fingers that were twirling his hair paused, and his slightly curved peach blossom eyes also returned to normal.
Her embroidered eyebrows were raised, and her voice was no longer so pitiful: "You are only twenty-eight years old!"
This surrendered minister is indeed good-looking, with a body as soft as bones and charming cheeks. In the past, he would have been a disaster at the level of Daji at least.
But now Li Jing just feels guilty.
I always feel like something is wrong...
Looking at his thoughtful expression, the minister said softly: "Is it possible that your Majesty dislikes this little girl——"
The next moment, she burst into tears, covered her face with her sleeves, and sobbed loudly: "The little girl has kept her body intact for so many years. Today, I want to offer it to His Majesty, but..."
Li Jing’s head is getting bigger.
He coughed, walked around the eucalyptus, stretched out his hand to support Jiang Chen, who was crying and seemed to be falling down. Just as he was about to speak to comfort him, a figure suddenly appeared outside the door.
Immediately, Zhong Xiaokui's voice came in.
"Your Majesty, urgent report from Youzhou ahead——"
"Queen Yingtian, please see your Majesty."
The pillow is here!
Li Jing was overjoyed when he heard this. He pushed away the surrendered minister who fell in his arms and went out happily.
At the same time, he did not forget to turn around and said: "Don't be impatient, Corpse Ancestor. This matter will be discussed later, and we will discuss it later..."
With that said, he hurriedly left the room as if fleeing without waiting to see the surrender's reaction.
Zhong Xiaokui at the door looked curious and turned his head to look at the red-eyed Jiangchen Corpse Ancestor in the room.
Were the Holy One and Corpse Ancestor here just now?
The emperor's personal bodyguard's mind was filled with gossip and speculation at the moment.
In the room, Jiang Chen, who was so cute and cute, wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes, walked to the chair again, folded his legs and sat down.
The corners of her mouth quirked up.
"Hmph - you can't escape!"
