After converting to Qingqing Dao, my little junior sister went crazy

The air outside was indeed much better, Shujue took a deep breath.

She was narrow-minded and thought that the emperors of all countries would be the same as the Southern Emperor.

The leader of Red Eagle had refreshed her knowledge.

"What's wrong with this fairy?" The voice seemed concerned, but in reality it was frivolous and superficial.

The sudden sound made Shujue, who was already unhappy, reach the peak of her anger.

Her consciousness suppressed the anger that was about to burst out, and she turned around and looked at the man in front of her expressionlessly: "Who are you?"

"I am Yu Wen'ao, the third prince of the Red Eagle Kingdom. The fairy seemed to be unwell and left the table. I wonder if the fairy needs my help?" Yu Wen'ao lowered his head and offered his hand to Shu Jue, his eyes constantly glancing at her.

The skin of female cultivators is almost better than that of ordinary people, not to mention that Shu Jue once had the opportunity to cleanse her muscles and cut her marrow. It is not an exaggeration to say that she has ice-cold skin and jade bones.

Just one hand is as good as fine mutton-fat jade, which makes people feel itchy.

Yuwen Ao swallowed.

"Help? What do you want to help?" Shu Jue crossed her arms and looked at him indifferently.

The perception of immortal cultivators is inherently stronger than that of ordinary people. Even if Yu Wen Ao just secretly looked at her with his peripheral vision, she would be able to detect it and feel uncomfortable about it.

"As long as the fairy wants, I can help you with anything." Yuwen Ao lowered his head a little more, thinking to himself that she, a prince, was so groveling to her, was she almost moved to death?

It's a pity that Shu Jue takes up only one of the four words "I was moved to death".

She really moved and took a small step forward: "Anything is okay?"

"Yes, fairy." Yu Wen'ao watched her getting closer and closer to him, and couldn't help but take a deep breath, but he didn't smell the expected fragrance.

The next moment, he received a heavy blow on the back of his head.

He raised his head in disbelief, and Shujue punched his left eye socket, causing a black eye socket.

"Fairy?" Yu Wen'ao raised his head in horror. He covered his eyes and took a step back, looking at Shu Jue with complicated eyes.

The look in his eyes was three parts shocked, four parts scared, and one part determined to win before he had time to hide it.

Shu Jue looked at his palette-like eyes and moved her neck: "Aren't you willing to do anything for me? Now I need a human sandbag."

"No, Fairy..." Yuwen Ao waved his hands repeatedly, and afterimages appeared in both hands.

Shu Jue was too lazy to listen to his ramblings, so she threw out a talisman to shut him up, and then started to communicate with him in the most primitive way.

She didn't use her spiritual power, and she used less force when hitting Yuwen Ao.

Yu Wen'ao was slapped with a silencing charm and was beaten up and down. His expression looked like he was being chased by a ghost, and he kept wailing in his heart.

Shu Jue got angrier as she fought. A while ago, Li Yinyin said that it was interesting to hear someone call someone "Lao Deng", but she didn't expect that she would meet Lao Deng today.

That old man sitting on the throne actually dared to encourage his useless son to attack her?

Thinking of this, Shu Jue stopped fighting, and her eyes fell on Yu Wen Ao: "What's your expression? Don't you really want to help me? Why are you crying now when I ask you to help? Do you have a problem with me? "

Yuwen Ao had a lot of tears in his nose and his head was shaking like a rattle.

"So that's it." Shu Jue pretended to be regretful: "You like being my punching bag so much? In fact, I just thought about it and it seemed a little wronged to let you be my punching bag. I originally thought about forgetting it today, but I didn't expect you. Do you like being beaten so much?"

Yuwen Ao: "!" He didn't! He is not!

"It's okay, it's okay. Although your hobby is a bit strange, you don't have to feel inferior." Shu Jue chuckled, with evil intentions in his eyes. Yuwen Ao was so frightened that he stood motionless. Then he rolled his eyes and fainted.

Still pretending to be dizzy? Shu Jue sneered, thinking how brave he was, but this is what happened?

Too lazy to care about him anymore, Shu Jue took off the silencing charm and left directly.

The eagerly awaited king saw that Shu Jue and his son hadn't come back for a long time. He was thinking that maybe things would work out, and he couldn't suppress the smile on his lips no matter how hard he tried.

As a result, he didn't smile for long before his expression froze.

Shujue swaggered in alone, and when she saw him, she gave him a meaningful look.

His favorite son didn't come back!

A chill shot straight through Tianling Gai.

"What's wrong with you, my lord?" The concubine who was feeding him wine noticed something was wrong with him and asked in a low voice.

Just as he was about to say something, he turned around and met Shu Jue's straight eyes, cold and teasing.

"No, it's okay, maybe I just drank too much..." He finally realized that the disciples from the world of immortality this time were different from the previous disciples.

There was a concubine in his harem who was once a monk. She quit the sect for him and became his imperial concubine.

When he saw a female cultivator in the team this time, he immediately made plans for his favorite son. He thought that Shu Jue would be more willing to stay in the palace and enjoy the power, glory and wealth.

But he never imagined that the other party didn't take him, or even the entire Red Eagle Country, seriously at all.

A layer of cold sweat broke out on the back of the king's back, and he suddenly felt that the wine fed by his beloved concubine had no taste.

He wanted to raise his glass again and say some kind words, but someone stood up before him, holding a glass in hand.

It's the Prime Minister.

"Fellow immortals, I dedicate this glass of wine to you!" The prime minister had obviously drunk a lot, and his face was a little red:

"Thank you for killing the demons for Red Eagle... But why didn't you come earlier... I heard that you are stationed in the South Country, why can't the wine come to Red Eagle? If you were in Red Eagle from the beginning, there wouldn't be The demonic massacre happened!"

The originally lively hall fell silent because of his words.

Everyone here is not a fool, and naturally I can hear that what he said seemed like thanks but was actually a complaint.

But no one stood up to oppose his remarks.

Everyone agreed with what the Prime Minister said, and they also felt that if these people had been guarding Red Eagle, how could there have been a massacre of the city?

Several disciples didn't like the atmosphere here very much. After hearing this, they became even more angry: "What do you mean we are stationed in the Southern Kingdom? We are teaching the people of the Southern Kingdom to practice!"

"Didn't anyone ask you if you wanted to participate in the national cultivation of immortality? Didn't you refuse it yourself?"

Red Eagle is the closest to the Southern Kingdom. If we want to develop the cultivation of immortality among all people, we naturally have to start from the nearest place.

Who would have thought that Chiying would reject the news without even thinking about it.

The leader of the Red Eagle Kingdom said: "You don't need to ask those people. What I say is an order. If I don't talk about cultivation, no one can practice!"

"Why do we cultivate immortality? Aren't you cultivating just to protect us?"

I don't know who said this. Cheng An followed the voice and didn't find out who said it.

"Why should I protect you? Are you worthy?" Shu Jue glanced at them coldly: "Your life is life, but our life is not life?"