Youluo Hall, Blood Kitchen Darkroom.
A man and a woman with very different heights stood one behind the other under a mirror of smooth and clear water.
"Master, he is really... good-looking."
"It would be great if this perfect body belonged only to Xing'er..."
After squatting down and helping the man tidy up his robe, Cen Xing'er took a step back, admiring this perfect body, and sighed in a low voice with a look of obsession.
Thinking about it, the sixteen-year-old little princess of Youluo Palace blushed with embarrassment again.
At this moment, she could clearly feel it.
My darkest desire for the perfect man in front of me, who raised me, is getting stronger and stronger!
Almost completely out of control!
"What did you say?"
Bai Feng seemed to feel that the girl's gaze was becoming more and more intense, and Bai Feng looked slightly sideways.
"No, it's nothing."
Cen Xing'er quickly shook her head and lowered her head. The ponytails on both sides swept past, blocking her bright red face.
Bai Feng naturally saw the girl's thoughts at a glance.
He said helplessly: "In the future, if you want to see me, you can come to the Blood Kitchen at any time. There is no need to pay too much attention to the etiquette of respect and inferiority."
"Really?"
Upon hearing this, Cen Xing'er's eyes suddenly lit up, as if reflecting the stars: "Can Xing'er really stay by his master's side all the time?"
"certainly."
Bai Feng nodded: "This is also a reward for your outstanding performance these days."
The words just left his mouth.
He regretted it.
As promised, slowly bring the other party back on track!
Unknowingly, he himself accepted the abnormal setting of "master and servant" with this girl from the bottom of his heart!
"Hey, then again."
"I am indeed perfect enough in this life. I don't blame this child."
Bai Feng looked at himself in the mirror.
His appearance is handsome and stern, his facial features are well-defined and almost impeccable.
Wearing a powerful and loose black gold demon robe, his already burly body was made even more majestic and domineering, like a world-destroying demon.
It has been one month since the crossing.
At this moment, he has completely accepted himself as he is now.
And, he was sure of one thing.
In today's sect leader election, he, Bai Qingling, will be the most handsome boy in the audience.
Tonight, the name of Demon Lord Qingling will shock the entire sect and resound throughout the entire Yunzhou Continent!
"That's right! Master, Xing'er just heard the bells from the Holy Mountain of the General Altar. This means...the general election has begun. Do we want to go there now?"
Cen Xing'er hurriedly stepped forward and said.
"Not urgent."
Bai Feng said: "We are still short of one treasure that can completely determine the situation."
"What is that?" Cen Xing'er asked.
Bai Feng said nothing, but snapped his fingers.
A blood-red Shadow Dzi Bead suddenly appeared from the void.
Immediately afterwards.
A screen of light refracted out——
In the center of the picture, there is a fat monk who is sweating profusely. When he is seen, he is flying forward with his sword across the air, and his speed is actually faster than the surrounding spiritual birds.
"Master, this is..."
"Back then, Senior Sister Sui Feng went to the undercover "Red Pig Guard" in Middle-earth, Hong Tianfan? "
Cen Xing'er said in shock.
"good."
Bai Feng nodded and said, "Did you see what's on his back? That's what we want - the Cangming Soul Sword."
"That's it! Xing'er understands!"
Cen Xing'er suddenly realized it and clenched her pink fist excitedly, "Since the soul sword was lost, all the Cangming sect masters have never held two sacred weapons at the same time! When the master holds the soul sword and the soul ring at the same time, that will be his destiny. Emperor Cangming! So awesome!"
"Ahem."
Bai Feng cleared his throat, interrupted his fangirl disciple's flattery, and said: "These two sacred weapons, especially the Cangming Soul Sword, I have other wonderful uses."
"ah?"
Cen Xing'er tilted her head and thought for a while, then said: "Although Xing'er doesn't understand, I still think...it looks so awesome (●♡◡♡●)!!!"
"Xing'er, has my master never taught you the way of swordsmanship?" Bai Feng suddenly asked.
Cen Xing'er recalled it and nodded slowly.
"Then you have to pay close attention to the sect leaders' meeting today." Bai Feng said.
"Ah? Why?"
"Because of my master's sword..."
"It will be very handsome."
........
........
It was noon.
There is still time to burn the last incense before the general election begins.
At this moment, the leaders of all forces within the sect and the representatives of the inner and outer sect disciples all entered the magnificent Vientiane Demonic Palace.
The Vientiane Magic Palace is a giant building constructed from obsidian magic stone.
There are five floors in total, from the ground to the dome, it is fifty or sixty feet high.
Each floor corresponds to different classes of guests seated.
At this moment, on the high platform on the fifth floor.
The two palace masters of Yingui Hall and Shura Hall have already taken their seats, but the seats opposite Youluo and Rakshasa are empty.
"The master of the Flower Palace is really more generous than my wife."
"I don't know...what's the beauty under that veil? Which man is lucky enough to see her beauty?"
Ren Qianfan looked straight at the master of Yingui Palace opposite him who was on an equal footing with him, and couldn't help but murmur with emotion.
"Haha, you're a loser, you just saw everyone, what can you do? Huh?"
A sarcastic voice reached his ears.
"Jade Faced Demon Sword Immortal" felt a chill running down his spine and quickly looked away.
"Ma'am, I just..."
He was about to explain something.
However, the lady next to her had already stood up and left the table, walking towards the cold figure.
"There's no need, madam! It's really unnecessary!"
Ren Qianfan wanted to hold his wife, but then he thought about it——
Madam is actually jealous of herself!
So...she still loves herself!
.......
Han Jinniang came to the Yingui Hall and stood at her seat.
At this moment, the two mature beauties with their own charms looked at each other, and an invisible air of chilling filled the air.
"Holy Aunt, I see that you have been staring at Palace Master Bai's seat, but secretly, have you formed an alliance with him?"
Han Jinniang asked with a half-smile.
"What is the relationship between me and Bai Qingling? What does it have to do with you?"
Hua Yuerong said coldly: "Madam, please take care of your family as the master of the palace. If he dares to look at me with such a vulgar look again, don't blame me for being embarrassed."
"Aunt Saint is indeed as bad-tempered as ever."
"This is not good."
Hearing the smell of gunpowder in the other party's words, Han Jinniang was not angry at all, and said with a smile: "I heard that the holy lady intends to seize the position of the sect leader. Shouldn't we restrain our temper and win over people?"
"Otherwise, I'm afraid you won't be able to gain favor if you stand up to the Rakshasa Hall's bully on your own."
"My matter has nothing to do with your palace. Don't let me stress it a second time."
Hua Yuerong's tone became even colder.
"Well, it seems that cow's nose is not worth a cent in the eyes of the holy aunt, so -"
Han Jinniang smiled charmingly and pointed to the seat of Youluo Hall aside: "Where is this man?"
After hearing this.
The Saintess of Yingui Palace, who had been indifferent throughout the whole process, finally had a slight fluctuation in her eyes: "What exactly do you want to say?"
"Nothing, I just want to tell Lord Hua Dian something..."
Han Jinniang leaned into the other party's ear, smiled charmingly, and said: "My wife, I have formed a close alliance with the Lord of the White Palace, and I will do my best to help him win the throne today~!"
"you......."
Hua Yuerong's beautiful eyes widened, and for the first time behind the veil, her pretty face, which showed no emotion or anger, showed emotions!
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ps:
In fact, this book was discontinued last week. After the third round of recommendations, it should be on the shelves. However, the author has always had illusions, so it was delayed for a week. In my remarks yesterday, everyone said that I "deliberately" missed the update. I wrote a free chapter because I was in the process of putting it on the shelves yesterday, so I will make it up for you today.
The author may not be good at writing books, but he just wants to listen to his advice!
To be honest, from a few hundred people’s perspective, the author’s big scores are in perfect attendance and half-year awards. It doesn’t really matter whether there are more chapters or not. People really misunderstood me. . Why.
