Evil Emperor’s Poisonous Consort: Divine Doctor Young Miss - v3 Chapter 1471

Tick, ticking.

Long Qing’s arm posture is unchanged, the tea overflows from the cup, and drops to the ground along the table. The faint ticking is particularly harsh, striking the heart of the night feathers.

Long Qingying’s gaze is like a cold man, and the general pressure of the mountains will cover the night feathers.

Looking at the face of the night feathers, Long Qingying knows that in the face of people who are weaker than their own cultivation, it is better to be a slap in the face!

At the beginning of the chill, smile, show, just to let the night feathers put down the alert.

Feeling the pressure of breathlessness, the night feathers trembled slightly, and there was no wave in the beauty, the lips were closed, and the heart flashed a horror.

How did he know that I know Xuan Ming Zun? !

Why did he doubt that he was suspected?

No, he is swindling me!

Lao Lai has been in the North for decades and cannot be so easily exposed.

Lao Lai is no problem, that is only…

The silence of the night feathers for a few seconds, the heart flashed a variety of thoughts, using the power to force a few cold sweat from the body.

Looking at the dragon and the green dragonfly, the night feathers are difficult to open: “Longmen Lord, you said the Xuan Ming Zun, but the mysterious spirit who came out of the duel field decades ago?”

The night Yu’s remarks made Long Qing’s heart sigh and his voice was low: “It’s good! It’s the Xuan Ming, some of the killing techniques used by Miss Demon Ji on the duel, but it’s familiar.”

“I don’t know the Dragon Gate Lord. The little girl just came in. So many things are heard from the Beidu Tea House. The deeds of the Xuan Ming Sayādaw have also been mentioned. Some curious people have inquired a few words. I am coming. All of them are improved. I can hear that Xuan Mingzun can rely on murder skills to be unbeaten in the duel on the duel. So I moved some thoughts and fumbled on the duel. If so, I offended the Dragon Gate Master. The Lord of the Dragon Gate forgive me.” The sound of the night feathers is not humble.

Tick, ticking…

The tea in the teapot has been exhausted, and the ticking is gradually slowing down and getting weaker.

Long Qingying stared at the beautiful face of the night feathers, and suddenly the smile appeared again, and the surrounding pressure was removed.

The teapot in the hand was put down, and Long Qingyi explained: “The collision can’t be talked about. It’s just that the family teacher and the Xuan Ming Zun have some grudges. These people have never been. Recently, I found that the body of Miss Yao Ji is somewhat similar to Xuan Ming, so this one Q, I still hope that Miss Demon Ji will not be surprised.”

The words of Long Qingyu let the night feathers sigh in the air, and just a moment of night feathers, I feel that Long Qingyi wants to shoot at myself.

“Your tea is very good.” The night feathers squinted at the dragon and the eyes of the dragons blinked. “The time is not early. If the Dragon Gate Lord has nothing else, the little girl will leave.”

After that, the night feathers got up and walked away.

“Ms. Demon Ji.” Long Qing looked at the back of the night feathers, and his eyes showed a bit of chill. “The inside is always messy, isn’t the enchantress Miss looking for a shelter?”

“The little girl is alone, and she is used to it. Thanks to the good intentions of the Dragon Gate.” Noon nodded at the side of the night, and quickly stepped downstairs.

Long Qinglan sat in a chair and looked up at the stairs to pick up his eyes.

Leaving the tea house, the cockroaches on the street poured into the ears again.

The jade finger clenched in the night feathers sleeves was gently released, and the heart was stunned and glanced at the second floor of the teahouse, and walked quickly to the end of the street.

Inside the tea house.

“Do you want to keep track of the enchantress?” Two inner disciples stood by Long Qing.

Long Qingyan’s eyes flashed a little doubt and gently waved his hand: “Is the enchantress bought two slaves in Beidu?”

“Yes, an old man, a strong man.”

The doubts of Long Qingying’s eyes are even more so, and suddenly he noticed: “Go and check the identity of the two slaves!”