My female apprentices are all unpredictable

Chapter 34
"..."

In the parasol courtyard, the princess sat there in a daze.

Looking sluggish.

He looked flustered, dazed, and overwhelmed.

Ling'er watched this scene and sighed faintly, she knew that her princess was a little bit tempted.

After hesitating for a long time, he said with distressed eyes.

"Princess, in fact, we live quite well in Wutongyuan. Anyway, in the Zhennan Palace, we are also excluded, and the concubine sheds tears every day."

"In the past three years, although our life has been poor, Ling'er is really happy to be able to accompany the princess."

"Anyway, the devil hasn't tortured us. How about we don't do right with him, and just pretend that the previous things never happened, okay?"

"It didn't happen?"

Princess Wang's eyes lit up, and a brilliant brilliance bloomed in her pupils.

But soon, the brilliance dimmed.

Like broken stars.

Instead, there is endless bitterness and loneliness.

"How can you pretend it never happened?"

"The dignified Princess Zhennan was taken captive to the Devil's Cult and became the laughing stock of the whole world. Now, the outside world probably doesn't know how to tell me. Can I pretend it never happened?"

"What's more, in order to kill that devil these days, I have almost lost any innocence. I deliberately seduced the other party and flattered him."

"If you just give up at this point, wouldn't you really become a slut, Hu Meizi?"

She smiled bitterly, restrained her mind, her beautiful cheeks were full of coldness, and her gaze became firm.

"So, I will kill him, I will kill him, and I must kill him."

"What about after killing him?"

The little maid asked the same question again.

The princess smiled like a flower.

At this moment, she, who was already overwhelmed by the country, had such a bright and proud smile.

She just raised her head, looked out the window, and said firmly.

"I am the princess of Zhennan, so I will naturally take responsibility. How I lived before, I will live in the future. At most... I will become a fish in stagnant water again, won't I?"

The sun was fading, and through the window, it hit the princess on the face.

Let her beautiful cheeks show a little sadness and loneliness.

Then, a palm shook her palm.

The little maid raised her head and smiled with red eyes.
"No matter what time I will be with the princess, forever, always..."

……

Outside the Mozun Pavilion.

Ye Qinghong stood at the door, silent for a long time, but stepped in anyway.

The floors in the hall are all made of rocks.

colorful.

She was wearing mille-soled cloth shoes, and her green clothes fluttered.

He deliberately chose a path made of bluestone slabs that he often walked, his figure flickered, and he arrived in the main hall not long after.

Arrived at the bottom of the nine jade steps.

The gate of Mozun Pavilion had been closed long ago.

Inside the hall, candles flickered.

On that huge, magnificent throne.

When he arrived, the figure was sitting securely.

The surroundings were shrouded in darkness, exuding a mysterious and mysterious atmosphere.

It's like an abyss, which even Ye Qinghong, who is in the realm of a great master, can't see through.

If it is normal, when facing the master, no matter how afraid she is, Liuli Jianxin can operate normally.

But at this moment, when she saw Fang Yang, demons came to her heart instantly.

Those embarrassing images in the past few nights flashed crazily in her mind.

Let her eyes flutter.

Bite your lips tightly.

After a fierce ideological struggle, those images gradually faded away, and Liuli Jianxin, who was on the verge of collapse, finally returned to normal, no longer as turbulent as before.

"Master!"

She spoke in a cold voice, and bowed to the figure as a greeting.

Sitting on the throne, Fang Yang stared at this vigorous disciple with a solemn expression.

【The dark hall, the flickering candles, and the throne at the right height are suitable for doing some indescribable things. When the time comes, you must let her call you Master...】

The narration, which had been silent for a few days, sounded again.

The already tense atmosphere became awkward.

Fang Yang coughed a few times, expressionless.

Then, with a wave of his palm, a blue sword flew out of his hand.

A graceful trace was drawn in the air, which happened to land on Ye Qinghong's hand.

This sword is nothing but Qingying Sword.

It is the sword of Ye Qinghong's life and death.

After more than ten years of tempering, she has already possessed a sword spirit, and it is very compatible with her soul.

No one is allowed to defile or pollute at all.

Ye Qinghong originally thought that when he took Qingyingjian back, Qingyingjian would definitely feel wronged, and even complained to her.

Just like before, whenever I was wronged, I would definitely find her to post and chat.

But this time, when the Qingying Sword had just reached her hand, she had already noticed that something was wrong, because the Qingying Sword was breaking free.

And they are still struggling to break free, as if they have some resentment and unwillingness.

Want to return to Fang Yang's hands again.

Ye Qinghong froze for a moment, a little dazed and a little unbelievable.

Thinking that Qingyingjian had been knocked out, he comforted him carefully, but the opponent struggled even harder.

Buzz!
Constantly trembling.

Seeing that it was about to escape from her control.

Ye Qinghong frowned, his eyes gradually turned cold, without any hesitation, he flicked his fingers, and directly landed on the sword.

The sword energy is rippling!

Her body exuded bursts of cold breath, bitingly cold, and layers of frost formed on the floor.

enough to prove the anger in her heart

Under the suppression of this terrifying atmosphere.

Qingyingjian, who was still struggling violently, calmed down in an instant, and was no longer as turbulent as before.

Instead, like a child, it flew up from between her palms and gently rubbed against her face.

It's all flattery.

However, even so, Ye Qinghong didn't bother to talk to this lazy guy.

With a flick of the finger, the sword light flew up, and under the control of Liuli Jianxin, the Qingying Sword instantly pierced into the scabbard behind her.

There were bursts of buzzing sounds, as if still looking at Fang Yang, reluctant to part.

……

The dimly lit hall became quiet again, the surroundings were filled with darkness, and everything looked so gloomy and cold.

Fang Yang sat on the throne, Ye Qinghong stood under the main hall, and the master and apprentice met each other's eyes.

It seems so harmonious.

But Fang Yang is very clear that this kind of harmony is completely an illusion, as long as he has the opportunity, his big disciple will definitely kill him at all costs.

The hatred between the two is too great to be resolved at all.

after all……

The original body did so many things that were not as good as animals.

But in order not to expose himself and maintain his original identity, he had to go against his heart.

It's really sad.

But at this moment, it is useless to say any more. The most important thing is that since the first disciple returned, he has not looked for her, which is completely different from the devil's diary.

It is very likely that his identity will be exposed, and it may even make people wonder if he has been taken away.

Keep trying.

And now, he has only reached the third-rank master level.

And there is only one demon king peak experience card.

I'm afraid it will be directly exposed after a few trials.

Therefore, he had to lay down his claws on the eldest disciple.

(End of this chapter)